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Guess what I got in the mail today, next to the shoes that don’t fit? A note from the apartment building telling me when my moving day is and what I need to do to move out. Moving? Who’s moving? This morning I turned in the slip that asked if I needed a lease extension or was moving out. Did I check the wrong option? I don’t have a copy so I don’t know nor can I check since it’s past closing hours for management. Goddam! Can’t I have a moment’s peace? So now tomorrow I need to try and intercept them in the morning since I have a late shift 11AM-730PM and may be able to clear it up before they put my apartment on the market. I have nowhere to move to. Rent’s going up another $75 (unmatched by my paycheck that hasn’t budged in years), but I have to stay here at least another year just so I can figure out what I’m doing. I can’t pick up and leave! Where will I go?

I just can’t deal with more. It seems lately there isn’t time for anything. I haven’t slept since Friday night since I was on-call the weekend. I have a trip to plan and I’m the only one doing any of the planning work, paying for anything, taking on any responsibility of any kind, polishing up another language I haven’t spoken in two years. Meanwhile, jackass terrorists and freaks are delaying and canceling flights, throwing my whole packing plan into flux, I’ve forgotten my locker combination so I can’t get my suitcase out of my locker, and I can’t buy any time off work at all. Knowing I have a trip to plan they put me on night call the whole fucking weekend, give me different shifts to deal with, offices close early and no one, not one living soul can do anything RIGHT without my breathing down their necks. DAMMIT. Taking a gun to my head would be a lot easier than all this crap. And the ringer? My stupid, stupid sister listed me as a reference for an insurance company and didn’t bother telling me (this is how stupid my collective family is, they think things happen by magic) so the insurance woman called today and I hung up on her thinking her a telemarketer. If they deny her the insurance, serves her right. Fricking moron.

September 25th, 2006 | Category: Rant |  Print |  Send it | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL