Sooooo. It’s been so long since my last post, you’re probably wondering if I’m still alive. I am! (Just barely.)
See, I just had a suuuuuuper-rough two weeks and didn’t want to bum anyone out with my sad-sack posts. In fact, my better judgment told me not to post this:
That is a true-life screenshot right there, my friends. But then my pal Meri told me yesterday that my unfortunate two weeks would have made a good story anyhow, so now that I’m crying less in public places, I’ll give you a quick rundown on what exactly happened. (I’ve repressed a lot of it, so you’ll have to wait for the made-for-TV movie to get the full scoop.)
Another car scraped against my car. I have huge white scratches against the passenger side door. This, of course, happened two months after I made my final car payment.
I can only take one 15-minute break in five hours at work. Someone has to man the front desk at all times. Do you know how HARD it is to hold your bladder for three hours, waiting for the break, when you just had a caramel macchiato from Starbucks? I don’t wish this on anyone.
I can’t mingle with anyone at work, so I hardly know anyone. See the desk comment above. Yesterday they had a happy hour downstairs and I couldn’t go like everyone else. This would have been a great way to meet people.
My landlord threatened to evict me. His bank made a mistake and returned my perfectly good check. He slipped an eviction notice under my door and said I had three days to pay up before he’d put me on the streets. He is NOT a nice person overall – extremely businesslike, doesn’t really like people in general, etc. He also hung up on me another time after I told him our refrigerator stopped working because “there’s nothing I can do about it tonight.” Click.
I ended up crying at my bank. Okay, so we’re back to crying in public again. This has taken some getting used to since I’m not really a crier. I went to my bank to try and figure out this whole eviction thing to see if they knew what happened and when the teller at first told me that they couldn’t solve the problem, tears started welling up in my eyes (keep in mind, this was after a lot of the stuff happened that I just mentioned, so I was feeling a little emotionally fragile, OKAY?!).
I started CRYING at the BANK, people!
Of course, crying gets you everywhere, apparently, and the girl behind the desk ended up getting the vice president of the bank to write me a note because I told her my landlord wouldn’t believe it wasn’t my fault BECAUSE HE HATES ME.
We have an ant problem at my apartment. And it is disgusting.
The LCD screen on my expensive camera broke. *Sob* I loved that camera! Anyways, now I have to send it away because at least it’s under warranty. Hopefully they’ll accept my eBay receipt?
I still only have a part-time job. I am past the freaking-out point and more to the desolate point. It’s so expensive here and I really need more funds. I don’t understand why it’s so hard to get a full-time job in the entertainment industry. Can we get some health benefits up in here?
Really, the only resolution to any of the problems listed above is that I wasn’t evicted after all, which is a huge relief.
The end? I’m hoping my troubles will be over soon. Good things happening: I got a housesitting job, I’m going to San Diego today because my mom’s in town, and I hear fall is when the industry picks up again.
Poll: Want me to post even when things aren’t going so hot? Or would you rather I keep it to myself and in woeful draft form on my WordPress dashboard?