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Still sick, sick, sick and stressed, stressed, stressed. Called work and yes, I *do* have to drive all the way to Lancaster and be seen by Mike AGAIN to obtain permission to come back to work. Talked to the DON personally about it, and she was really nice - tho she is considering me 'out' yet again tonight, so she can rally some people to cover.

Ida is still alive, thank God.

She gave me a bit of a lecture about coming in sick, getting the residents sick, etc, etc..and she is right. Yeah.

So, I have an evening appointment with Mike, tonight.

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Now, the kicker.

Called the bank that holds the mortgage to this hovel, and apparently, Teh Man's name was taken off the loan..who knows when/how/why. This made me see red, of course. I called to talk to him - the bank dude is trying to trace back to the inception of the loan, and figure out responsibility, etc - and got his father. His father didn't even KNOW we are moving out. W-t-hairy-F.

He was not pleased. I don't, in all honesty, blame him.

Teh Man knows nothing. Of course.

I called the park manager here, and she was really good about it, and informative, and told me that we would have to go to court and she reallllly wanted to 'nail' Teh Man for back rents owed, but hey. I know his name is on the lease - but he was NOT living here. I told her that that was never an issue, that I would pay - little by little - what I owe. Teh Man does not owe this...and being even more vindictive would not really do much except incur court costs. So.

What she advised to do was to call the bank and just tell them to foreclose. THEN, once she hears from THEM, she can stop the ever-rolling rent-a-thon and we can get down to brass tacks. THEN, the moving/burning/blowing up of this hovel is THEIR problem.

I liked the sound of that.

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And still, somehow, in the midst of it all..
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