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Yes, I’m Still Alive

Posted on | May 11, 2007 | No Comments

Yes, I’m still alive. Remember when I used to post every fucking day? Yeah, I bet you miss those days, don’t you! Pfft!

I’ve had a lot going on lately and just no motivation to write about it all. I’ll give you the gist of it all though…

I nearly got evicted for not paying the rent. Well, technically I paid it but the check had bounced. I didn’t get the apartment complex’s 3-day notice to pay. A few weeks after I would have gotten that I got a 20-day notice to get the fuck out. They put the notice in the crack of my door just a few minutes before the manager’s office closed. I read the notice, which I luckily heard being slid into the door crack, and ran downstairs to the office. It was already locked. Knowing that the person who slid the note into the door would have to come back to the office eventually, I waited. In the meantime, I panicked.

She showed up eventually and told me that I was being evicted because they are doing construction and need me out; that my rent check had bounced; and that when they had checked my apartment prior to starting the construction, to see what would need to be done in the unit, my power was off.

Okay, yes, my power had gotten shut off because I had forgotten to pay the damn bill. It was off for one day. Why cite that as a reason to evict me? I knew it was all about the bounced check. It bugged me though that she felt the need to give me a list of reasons. She also tried to assure me that I wasn’t the only one being evicted (due to construction). I assured her that the fact that others were being evicted made zero difference in how I felt. My capacity for compassion for other’s misery is depleted during my own misery. Funny, that.

Anyways, I called the actual apartment manager the following day to see if there was anything that I could do to avoid eviction. The prior lady, whom I mentioned a moment ago, made it clear that there was nothing that I could do. When I called her boss I laid on the sweetness and told her I could pay the rent and any fees associated with the bounced check. I assured her it wouldn’t happen again and expressed that I wanted to remain here and have lived in this complex for about six years. After checking a couple of things, she said I could stay. When I paid that rent I had her give me a statement in writing indicating that the eviction notice had been rescinded. Gotta cover my ass just in case I come home from work on the 31st to find that I can’t unlock my door.

When I paid this month’s rent a different lady in the office said, “You’re moving at the end of the month?” I said, “No, I’m staying in the complex but will still have to move to another unit when one becomes available.” (Yes, I do have to move still, but I’m not being evicted.) She then told me that when this happens I’ll have to fill out the screening paperwork. This concerns me. I have horrible credit. If they are going to screen me for credit and such even though I already live here, I’m going to be fucking annoyed. I’m gonna have to look into the Landlord/Tenant Act for Washington and see what my rights are. If I do end up having to move, I think I’ll move to Seattle. Fuck Everett.

In other depressing news, my friend Sara, who I spent a lot of my spare time with and who helped keep me sane whenever I had my stressful moments, has moved to Sequim (pronounced: “Squim”). She used to live just a few miles away and now lives several hours away. We were always together. Several times a week, even. Sara is the one that I did all of those podcasts with, hence, the lack of any further podcasts. My friend Chad will likely be moving to Japan in a few months. I’m running out of close friends. Jared is still around, but I only see him once a month or so. Anyways, I’ve been a bit blue over all of this.

ALL of this has caused me a lot of stress and worry. I’ve had numerous money issues, as you can see, so that’s been a stress too.

On the plus side, though, (as there must always be a “plus side”) I got a $1 an hour raise. My boss, who was supposed to do my evaluation a month or two ago, never got around to it. He then hurt his back and that delayed it even further. Yesterday I sent him a text message and we had the following text message exchange:

Me: Are we still doing my evaluation?
Chris: Ya your getting a raise. What do you make now?
Me: $13.50 an hour.
Chris: Can you trim a bifold by yourself length and width and do it correctly?
Me: Yeah, I had to do that a bunch in Magnolia.
Chris: Okay we will bump you a 1.00 an hour raise starting next week.
Me: Okay. Thanks.

I like that kind of “evaluation.” I don’t need any of that pesky, “Here’s what you are doing right/wrong… blah, blah, blah,” bullshit. Just give me more money, damn it. Hehe!

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