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Oct. 15th, 2010 11:46 pmThe Good: They are not condemning the property, as of now. This is the closest I've come to actually being homeless.
The guy my mother called fixed FOUR major leaks that just..exploded under the house. No reason why, just, "the property is old."
Once again, with the sweat of my brow, I saved our bacon by paying the electric off.
My son makes a MEAN blueberry pancake.
The Bad: Most of the flooring is ruined, along with the insulation under the house. We're talking from part of my bedroom to the bathroom to halfway across the kitchen. About $7000 worth - and the insurance refuses to cover it because of repairs that were made FIFTEEN YEARS AGO - by my brother-in-law - I mean, come ON. They cannot say that one 'slow leak' caused all this..wtf, his repairs lasted that long and the pipes just went yesterday. IDK. We are looking into fixing it ourselves.
The gigantic, terrifying dog of one of the insane hillbilly neighbors - jumping its fence and actually ATTACKING said repairman while he was UNDER THE HOUSE! What a melee - I hope he gets sued.
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired and never, ever catching a break. I was so eager to get paid and pay off the electric and the horrifying car insurance that's been looming over me for six months - and then, THIS happens. The day before I get the shit paid! It never ends, and never will, and I really don't know why I bother. Not looking for sympathy, not looking for sunshine. What is is what is.
It irritates me to NO END that my coworker - who cut down her hours to get assistance - gets subsidized housing, free child-care, food stamps, cash and energy assistance and insurance - AND YET, HAS ENOUGH MONEY TO LEAVE A WHOPPING STACK OF USED TWO- AND FIVE-DOLLAR SCRATCH-OFF LOTTERY TICKETS ON MY RITA COMPUTER. NO WINNERS, THIS TIME, I GUESS. Oh, and she's also combing Craigslist for a $2000 drumkit for her son.
The Ugly: My attitude, lately.
The guy my mother called fixed FOUR major leaks that just..exploded under the house. No reason why, just, "the property is old."
Once again, with the sweat of my brow, I saved our bacon by paying the electric off.
My son makes a MEAN blueberry pancake.
The Bad: Most of the flooring is ruined, along with the insulation under the house. We're talking from part of my bedroom to the bathroom to halfway across the kitchen. About $7000 worth - and the insurance refuses to cover it because of repairs that were made FIFTEEN YEARS AGO - by my brother-in-law - I mean, come ON. They cannot say that one 'slow leak' caused all this..wtf, his repairs lasted that long and the pipes just went yesterday. IDK. We are looking into fixing it ourselves.
The gigantic, terrifying dog of one of the insane hillbilly neighbors - jumping its fence and actually ATTACKING said repairman while he was UNDER THE HOUSE! What a melee - I hope he gets sued.
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired and never, ever catching a break. I was so eager to get paid and pay off the electric and the horrifying car insurance that's been looming over me for six months - and then, THIS happens. The day before I get the shit paid! It never ends, and never will, and I really don't know why I bother. Not looking for sympathy, not looking for sunshine. What is is what is.
It irritates me to NO END that my coworker - who cut down her hours to get assistance - gets subsidized housing, free child-care, food stamps, cash and energy assistance and insurance - AND YET, HAS ENOUGH MONEY TO LEAVE A WHOPPING STACK OF USED TWO- AND FIVE-DOLLAR SCRATCH-OFF LOTTERY TICKETS ON MY RITA COMPUTER. NO WINNERS, THIS TIME, I GUESS. Oh, and she's also combing Craigslist for a $2000 drumkit for her son.
The Ugly: My attitude, lately.
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