We soooo should have been done yesterday but by sheer luck and the amazing will to crush my dreams (thanks MIL!) we’re still only half moved in and shit just doesn’t fit in my car.
I got the keys at least and the place really is lovely. I’m finding the neighbors to be nosy and not very helpful. Is the fridge heavy? Yes! Yes it is. Now go away or help. No need to take photos and laugh. That’s not very nice at all. Fucktard.
Now we’re looking at this coming Saturday, however, with NO moving crew I’m afraid I’ll have to do it all myself.
I’m set to move in two days. Most things are packed and ready to go. Only hitch now is the fucking DWP who won’t turn on the electricity unless I go down to their office (which is a convenient 15 miles away) with my ID (expired) with my lease (which I won’t receive til Saturday the DAY I’M SUPPOSED TO MOVE IN).
Management won’t release my copy of the lease until the rest of the deposit is paid. Fair enough, but I can’t do a damn thing until tomorrow night, long after the DWP has closed for the weekend.
It looks like I’m stuck at my moms til Monday at least. I’m not so sure I can deal with her that much longer. I’ve watched the same 4 Episodes of Deadly Women and a ton more fucking CSI/crime shows than I care to remember. On top of that, I can only stand to be called stupid so many times a day. I get that enough from my boss.
It seems now that I show up on time it just means I’m there for my abuse early.
My victories are always so short lived, it’s a wonder I don’t drink more.
The manager of my current hell hole stops us on the way in. In broken sentences we’re told we need to pay this months rent or they’re sending us to collections. Wait… We paid first and last months rent plus a deposit plus an extra $25 a month because we have pets. How in the fuck do we owe an extra month?
We’re still moving. Fuck this place so hard.
I’ve put too much into getting the fuck out of here to let them stop us now.
• It took my cousins suicide for me to realize how devastating my own would be to my son and brothers. Not saying they couldn’t get along without me but I don’t think I could stand to hurt any of them that way.
• I have to force myself out of the house most days. I go clubbing on occasion but the thought of large groups of people kind of makes me sick. Massive random panic attacks are no fun, oddly, I can deal if I’m on stage.
• There were a few people I was following on twitter out of pity. Sorry, pity ran out.
• I’m starting to think me being pregnant is bad luck. Last time around my dad killed himself, a dear friend died, my car died and shortly after we were forced to move. This time around my cousin killed himself, a friend died a couple weeks ago, several acquaintances have died, having car troubles again … fuck.
• I want to rat out all the people I know abusing programs meant for the needy or mentally ill. I know who you are and I hate you for taking up valuable resources. When I’m in need I don’t qualify for anything, you only qualify because you lie your ass off.
• I’m heavily considering dropping out of the BDSM scene. Too much fucking drama.
I needed some off time. Away from twitter and people in general with little to no exceptions. I took a few days were I made myself sparse. Big deal.
Well… I guess it is a big deal.
I’m not one to brag, though in this case it’s less bragging and more a complaint, but I’ve gotten several not so nice messages from “friends” attacking me for “ignoring” them. No dears, not ignoring. I have a life outside this plastic box. Not much of one most times but with an impending move in the next week and a half, baby girl on the way and the boy already here and even more mobile… some days I just don’t want to deal with outside squabbles and banter, even if it is friendly.
I’m still pretty upset about my cousin. It hit me harder than I thought it did. Even more so debating my next move in a reconciliation with someone I thought I’d never forgive.
There’s a LOT going on in my head right now.
I’m sorry I’m not more attentive but get over it. *shrug*
I’m not letting every one in on this just yet because I don’t consider the deal done until money is exchanged and papers have been signed but it looks like I got another place in the same building we wanted.
Going over there at 3pm to take a look at the other supposedly better unit and start signing stuff.
I keep waiting for a phone call that isn’t coming. I was supposed to go sign my new lease today and I can’t get a hold of the manager that was supposed to call me at 11am. I’m antsy. It’s late. I’m depressed.
There are just some things you don’t want to hear come out of an exterminators mouth. One of those things is admittance of fear, second is comparing your home (or soon to be ex home) to Silent Hill.
Okay, the reference makes me giddy but other than that… dude.
I know this place blows and all but once we moved EVERYTHING all the little bastards came out to play. My brother said the exterminator was literally shaking. He wants to call county to have the building condemned. Now if he can be a dear and wait til the first, no fucking problem.
In other news, my brother forgot to cover hubbys fish tank. FUCK.
There were hundreds of dollars in fish + equipment that we’ll either lose tonight or in the very near future. Hubby is NOT happy, and I can’t blame him. I’d be bummed if my fish weren’t already destroyed by his other fish. jerks.
Is the apartment in full effect? Are you roach- and pain-in-the-ass-landlord-free?
still waiting to find out. Fingers still crossed. This place is getting sprayed tomorrow. HOWEVER, if everything isn’t pulled apart and done exactly to the letter that they sent us, we will be fined $300.
Still kinda bummed about yesterday as is to be expected. I really appreciate all the DMs, texts and emails guys, means a lot really.
I’m still terribly sick but have to muster strength/energy. Going to go see an apartment in the next hour and a half.
If this works out I’ll have a bigger place with hardwood floors and a yard even for Jack to play. AAAAAND it’s $25 cheaper than what I’m paying here. Not a big deal but 25 bucks is 25 bucks. Even better, the manager seems pretty cool and he speaks English.
One of the biggest problems we have here is that the manager mainly speaks Spanish and often does not communicate with the non-spanish speakers in the building. Hence why EVERYONE else knew about the bug spraying but us and our next door neighbors.