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dolariYesterday was not one of my better days. I had a bit of a breakdown.
Going home is always a stressful time for me. I was really looking forward to coming home just to unwind. And then to come home to a letter basically saying "we know someone is there and not on the lease: GIVE US A CALL." That kinda just broke my head, which then spiraled into the insanity of Not Being Able to Find a Job, leading to I'm Not Moving Back Home, spiraling into I Don't Want to Live in My Truck Again which fell into What the Hell am I Going to Do histrionics.
I'm better now. :) Seems all they wanted to know was "Who is here?"
Despite one small bump, the day has gone well, mostly involving catching up on non-dreamcast internet stuff, reorganizing my hard drive yet again, and not-drawingm which is a no-no. And drinking WAY too much RC Cola.
The Bump: I ran away from home once. Slept in a water drain for a night. Moved in with a friend who took care of me, and managed to make a decent living on my own. When you tell me you've run away, and are asking for pity, you won't get it. You will get advice on "Well, you ran away. Let's start making a living."
Mind you, that advice is really outdated considering there are no more jobs in the country (Experts predict that by next Thursday America will be out of a job).
Going home is always a stressful time for me. I was really looking forward to coming home just to unwind. And then to come home to a letter basically saying "we know someone is there and not on the lease: GIVE US A CALL." That kinda just broke my head, which then spiraled into the insanity of Not Being Able to Find a Job, leading to I'm Not Moving Back Home, spiraling into I Don't Want to Live in My Truck Again which fell into What the Hell am I Going to Do histrionics.
I'm better now. :) Seems all they wanted to know was "Who is here?"
Despite one small bump, the day has gone well, mostly involving catching up on non-dreamcast internet stuff, reorganizing my hard drive yet again, and not-drawingm which is a no-no. And drinking WAY too much RC Cola.
The Bump: I ran away from home once. Slept in a water drain for a night. Moved in with a friend who took care of me, and managed to make a decent living on my own. When you tell me you've run away, and are asking for pity, you won't get it. You will get advice on "Well, you ran away. Let's start making a living."
Mind you, that advice is really outdated considering there are no more jobs in the country (Experts predict that by next Thursday America will be out of a job).
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Date: 2003-12-17 08:51 am (UTC)Let me guess. Someone saw both a "guy" and a "gal" and figured it had to be two people?
I used to worry about them doing that here. I'm living in subsidized housing so they inspect the place once or twice a year. And I was waiting for the "Whose clothes are these?" when they saw the dresses.
Then, I just decided that if it ever comes up I'll just say "Mine." and if they express any doubts, I'll ask them to wait in the living room for a moment and have Brooke come out of the bedroom.
Then again, it's not as if several folks in the complex don't already know. I just don't know if the management does...
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Date: 2003-12-17 10:23 pm (UTC)>to be two people?
Actually, no. I'm not on the lease at all for some reason. They found out, and wanted me on the lease.