WAUGH! Too much crap!

[railenthe]

Between doing freelance housekeeping, keeping my own apartment straightened up, and trying to figure out what’s the deal with my own work, I’m having a hard time finding time to do much of anything that I’d like to do.

 

Well, except for watching the BBC Sherlock series (OMG SO GOOD), but that I can do when I’m on the bus waiting for it to take off to cart me to a store to pick up a bag of sugar or something.  I go through an alarming amount of sugar sometimes.  What’s more alarming is the amount of cream I go through for my coffee.  I bought three cartons the other day but that was just because I didn’t have the room in my refrigerator for six.

 

Wait, what was I just talking about?  Oh yeah.

I’ve been filling out applications for the last three hours.  Luckily the majority of them can be done on the internet now, and I don’t have to go out there and get bumped around.  You do not want to bump into me today.  I’m having a flare-up of TMJ, and so I have a maddening toothache.  I can’t even dump a cotton ball soaked with whiskey onto it because of my medications, and regular painkillers do next to nothing for the thing.  If only you could stick a TENS unit onto a tooth.  I’m currently waiting to hear back from my supervisor, because I need her for a reference.  Normally I’d keep this under wraps, but something’s come up:

 

The rent’s going up treble.

 

That’s right, three times.

 

It’ll be far easier to get a second source of income and take the adjusted rate than it will be to keep going at the so-called flat rate.  The range that’s going up by makes it so that when winter hits—I’m making less in a month than rent costs.  I was pressing my luck with the CURRENT flat rate, and now suddenly, THIS happens?

 

I’m incredibly tempted to make my “WHUT?” face just to take a picture of it to icon.  Except I don’t have my iconing software right now, I have to reinstall it.

 

I can’t keep filling out applications until my supervisor texts me back—everything that’s left on the list that I pilfered from the St. Vincent de Pail Paul bulletin board now demands a reference or two, and so I’m going to have to wait for that.  I suppose it’s time for a break.  I’ve been filling out forms so long that I’m starting to go cross-eyed from looking at them all morning.

Comments

[toffeethesnob.livejournal.com]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF---darn.

Best of luck with the applications.

IT COULD BE WORSE.

[railenthe.livejournal.com]

I'm just going to have to get on the list to get the AGI percentage rate. I can't do anything until I hear back from my doctors, but taking the AGI instead of flat rate will up my rent by merely half or so.

The problem is, I need a paycheck first, or a doctor's note proving that I'm not going to be getting one.

I figure I'll not worry about it until it comes down to it. No use in sending myself back to the bin.