I just found out from my last remaining housemate that the water department came by today saying that this house owes 900 bucks in water bills and that if we don't pony up, service will be cut off day after tomorrow ( Read more... )

I just talked to my unethical house marm and apparently she has put in a good word for me with the owners of the house I'm living in. They would be willing to talk with me about putting me on the lease and keeping the rent more or less the same as it is now ( Read more... )

I received a phone call today from the woman who owns the sober living house I’ve been co-managing for six months. Well, she doesn’t own the house, she just leases it. And she’s decided to give up that lease because she’s sick of the whole thing. So, seven other women and I need to vacate the premises in one week ( Read more... )

It's cutting into my serenity. I've been house manager for what, five months, and I'm about to resign my position. It's too fucking much. This week alone, two women have relapsed, one packed up her stuff and left in the middle of the night after I spent a week nodding and listening to her talk about her past filled with trauma, drama and abuse a ( Read more... )

So now I'm the monitor for the upstairs house, which means I have to make sure people are in for curfew and do their chores. If they throw things off the back balcony into the neighbor's yard, I'm the one who will get yelled at in Puerto Rican. If they decide they don't want to come home at night, it is my duty to rat them out to the powers that be ( Read more... )

It's the almost new year, and here I am at the computer at my sober living house. A couple of the ladies and I sat over cigarettes and talked about where we were last year ( Read more... )

Also, voting tomorrow (today) is exciting. A few months ago, I wrestled with the idea of blowing it off because I've been in such a hole for so long, what do I know about anything not pertaining directly and immediately to me? But I've been experiencing a whole new clarity (as promised) and feel I actually have an opinion worth being counted. So ( Read more... )

I turned 31 today (well, technically yesterday). And I'm 8 months sober today (well, yesterday).

Word.

It seems I have unwittingly made myself into the unofficial welcome wagon for the newbies in the house. I am like the ambassador to the recovery world. I know where the meetings are and which ones have which kind of people in attendance. I am open to queries and complaints; I act as a balm for troubled souls and, um, botox for brows wrinkled with ( Read more... )

Yeah, I'll say...