Settled

That’s it. The last move is complete. I have internet in my new house. And I could call myself settled in. I found new habits, and got used to the place. This is home. For now.

Moving, as it turns out, can be quite stressful. I’ve snapped at countless people, and gave many others a shit-face. The most stress came from moving my phone line and internet. Telstra was totally unco-operative.

Because my new place was built way back in the 70s (or maybe even earlier), the phone plugs were the old Series 600 plugs, and not the RJ11 plugs (that itself should be testament to how old my house is). While there is nothing wrong with a Series 600 plug – I found a converter in K-mart after a long and hard search – when I brought it up to them that the phone wiring was faulty (there was 0 voltage across), Telstra had the balls to ask me to fix it myself.

Fine, I told myself, its not like I have no idea how to cut wires from the POTS box and fit it to my own RJ11 box. So I got a box and converted it myself. A week later, Telstra calls up, ready to activate my service (and they promised me 3 working days), only to find out that my phone wiring is not working. So they sent someone over to fix it for me. Grrr.

Gah, I’m going to sound like I’m complaining about Telstra… hang on, I AM complaining about Telstra. Crap phone company. Too bad TPG isn’t naked DSL. I really like TPG’s internet services, but Telstra is unbearable. They muck things up big time.

But then again, I’ve got my internet back, and I am alive and active again. I went through some pretty severe internet withdrawl symptoms (there you go, I admit I’m an addict). I was very very restless without the internet.

Then again, the lack of internet access also meant I picked up several good habits. Because I live significantly further from Uni now, I picked up a gym membership – and a commitment contract – to force me to keep going to gym. Also, now I sleep very very regular hours. So there.