That's when they clarified and said no, my stuff hadn't yet left Milwaukee. Apparently I'm looking at another week on the floor before delivery. At this point I managed to start channeling a bit more of my inner Amy, who had really encouraged me the other week, when Graebel loaded a day late, to not be quite so gracious, but to negotiate (still politely) for concessions from the other party. At this point maybe a night in the luxury of a place like The Columns might feel very welcome. Or maybe an hour with a masseuse. Mostly I'd like the option to not be recycling the same shorts and t-shirt combinations over and over again. I might like to try dinner in a place where slacks would be more appropriate.
Not that these are great problems in this world. I still have food, shelter, clean clothing, a job, and even a cool new iPhone to tap out these complaints upon. I suppose this is another opportunity to recognize my blessings and luxuries for what they are.