Neither rain, nor snow, nor retardation...

I swear, my life is a sitcom.

Before I left Minneapolis, I arranged for FedEx to pick up four packages and have them shipped to Seattle. Two to my office, two to my apartment. Simple, right? Of course not. They delivered each of them to the wrong place. Not a big deal unless you don't have your car here yet and live about 3/4 of a mile from work.

The worst part? I had to admit to my new co-workers that the giant plastic Rubbermaid container (yeah, the BIG one...25 gallon size) contained my shoes. But what I kept from them is that's not all my shoes. It's just my summer shoes. For those of you who know the addiction, believe me, there's something kind of sad when you have to measure your collection in cubic feet.

I ended up taking a cab to work this morning with the two huge boxes of office stuff and was going to take a cab home tonight, but would've had to wait about an hour until the Faith Hill/Tim McGraw concert crowd died down. Hmmm. Guess I didn't know people still listened to country music.

Looked at a couple more apartments this week. The showing I went to last night began at 5:00 and when I got there at 4:55 (yes, I was actually early for something) there were already 8-10 people filling out applications. I filled one out, too and I believe they were checking my references today, so that's a good sign. It's an apartment that's just behind this absolutely adorable craftsman house in upper Queen Anne. The neighborhood is super cool and the house is in a fairly quiet part of it. We'll see.

My friend Brad who knows everything about everything and everyone, has pals out here whom he went to college with. Ever The Coolest Guy I Know, he introduced us over e-mail and I met them last night for my first official Seattle happy hour. Hallelujah! I've been saved! I'm starting to wonder if people at work really go out or if they're making it up. No invites to happy hour, etc. yet, so I may take matters into my own hands on Friday. If Mohammad won't come to the mountain, the mountain pulls the new kid card and sends out a department e-mail to play on their sympathies.

I finally have a camera, so soon there will be the added fun of photos of my super exciting life. Riveted, aren't you?