Tuesday is over.....tomorrow....hump day

Just a few hours til it's time to post them cute camel pics. (i think we are all done with Tuesday....)

LaL,,,,,please try to find your special pic that always makes me smile!

J

You can use mine . Ive got some others Ive been meaning to test drive.

I didnt finish my Monday yesterday, so it continued into today. When I got home from work last night there was an eviction notice in the door. Eviction! OMG! Holy Crap! It says we didnt pay our rent for November! Yes we did! I swear on a stack of Bibles! Panic! Freak out! OMG! I try to be calm, but I cant do that, Im one big bundle of hormones and my fuse is lit. They must have lost the money order, I think. Crap! How can they lose it? I put it in the lock box on the 1st. Panic, panic, panic. I call hubster and ask him to get a tracer form for the place where he bought the money order. He doesnt understand what it is. The guy who owns the store where it was sold doesnt know what it is either. Hubster wants to know why I need it. I explain. He freaks. He hollers. I cry. He freaks out because I cry. I cry some more because he's freaking out. I freak and cry so much I make myself ill and have to leave him hanging on the phone while I run to the toilet. I get back to the phone, he's already hung up. He calls 10 minutes later and asks why I hung up on him. Knowing he thinks I hung up on him makes me all weepy again and here we go all over again. After another 15 or so eternal minutes of my explaining through hiccups and sobs that Im having a really bad day. He's sympathetic, even though its very clear he still has no clue why Im blowing a gasket. He tells me to calm down and rest, and we'll sort it all out in the morning. Everyone's closed, there's nothing we can do in the evening, it's not like they're going to boot us out of bed at midnight. This makes perfect sense, but it doesnt mean Im going to stop having a full-on panic attack. He calls me every hour or two to check on me until I go to bed, which is such a sweet gesture in my mind that, of course, it makes me cry. And he still doesnt understand what on earth is so wrong.

I have nightmares about getting kicked out of the house, locks changed, cant get my stuff, unjustly evicted, paycheck lost, cant pay for so much as a pack of gum, dont have a change of clothes, tossed out on the street, living out of garbage cans, etc. Everything's all wrong. Cant sleep so I pop out of bed at 6:45 and get ready for work, even though I dont have to be there until 8:30 and its barely a ten minute walk. I radiate irrational hormonal vibrations at everyone in a 10-meter radius until the landlord's office opens at 8:30. I descend on them in a panic, stiffling more ridiculous tears, absolutely certain they're not going to believe me and Im about to lose my little crackerbox of a home. Horsefeathers. I show them the MO rcpt and they have my payment right there in front of them. Lovingly applied to apartment 813 instead of 513. *Sigh* talk about making a mountain out of a molehill.

Holy Crap!

.........and that's the point where I would have blown a gasket! Don't they check everything twice before sending out eviction notices?!?!??!?!?!! I would totally be reaming them a new one over that.

-hugs-

forget other tv shows, i think your life should be a reality show

Well to make it even more fun, I included a note (as always) with the MO denoting the date, who the money came from, where to apply, etc. I stuffed it all in an envelope with the date and the apartment number written boldly on the outside. I think its because they've got some new chick doing the bookkeeping. Everyone's got to learn, but do they have to learn when Im full of freak-out hormones?



Isnt it though? Between my ever-surprising siblings, my lost husband, and my landlord I am prime-time television.

Hold up...........................today is November 6, right? Your landlord actually gives EVICTION notices for being five days late with the rent???? That's one hardass landlord!!!!

was it this one?

Go figure. I think the management has changed somewhat since I first moved in.

I don't even think that's legal in Massachusetts! note to self...never live in Texas!

But living next to Gabi would be so entertaining.
BTW Gabi does the manager have a bandaid on her hiney?

LaL...........I love that pic! Thx

J

http://connpolitics.com/vote2007/index.php...1-07%2002:24:09

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Yesterday was a good day. I'm proud to have been a part of it.

( BTW - the population of this city: 71000. That's sad. Less than 10000 of us deciding the future of the entire city. On the bright side, the only people playing a part in the future - are those who care about this place. That's a good thing. )

Gabi you are 6 months pregnant and that stress is not good for the baby. If situations like this stress you out, cant you make your husband deal with this stuff at least until you give birth?

Whoa!

I don't think that's even legal in MI. Our building's policy is, we have until the 7th to get rent in and have to pay a $20 late fee after the 7th. In MI, rent has to be three months behind before eviction proceedings be started. People under us were three months behind when they were booted out. Thank God for that! They were really noisy and yelled at their kids all the time.

She at least had the grace to blush. *grumble*



I could, but that might be more trouble than its worth. Id turn into a freakberry no matter which one of us is handling it. I go nuts when I cant fix things instantly. Im just wired up weird . Thankfully, Ahmed tries to be supportive and calming when I blow a gasket for little or no reason. I think there's something written into his DNA that says "Must calm crazy wife and act sympathetic or risk losing valuable body parts"

Oh great! It is tuesday already...and 2 days more for my interview nervous but...thanks anyway for the long wait... just passed...and 2 more days to go for the big event of my life.... goodluck to me

Miles

miles, please stop bumping old tuesday threads. it's annoying.