all the boys flappin' gums about how they're hard / bitch i'm harder
I had so so hoped I would have good news when I finally got online again with enough time to make a post. But, alas, I do not (other than getting fat paychecks lately because of the sheer amount of overtime I've been getting). I've had a really interesting and not so great last few weeks. Long story short:
- A few weeks ago I was harassed on the bus by a guy who got off the bus at my stop who I am fairly sure was going to hurt me. He had been making threats and the bus driver did nothing, even when he said he was going to get off at my stop (which was three after the one he said he was going to get off at). Thanks to the kindness of a convenience store owner who let me hide out in his store and two women who drove me home since my phone had died and I didn't have my mother's number memorized I'm okay. But for the first time in the fifteen years I've been on public transportation I was terrified.
- A guy I talked to on the bus that night started kind of stalking me. I knew him before so I gave him my name for Facebook the same evening as the weird guy harassing me, and he blew up my messenger the next day saying he had to escort me everywhere from now on. So now I'm avoiding the bus time he's normally on the bus, which poses some problems at work because we're closing at 7 now so I would end up on the bus with him every night. Thankfully Eddie and Brenda have taken the threat very seriously and I am leaving work by 6:30 to avoid him. On the 27th we go back to closing at 5 so it's a temporary thing, but I am thankful for understanding bosses right now.
- My roommate didn't pay all of her share of the rent and strung management along, and she's hiding all the notices from us (including the eviction notice, we think). So yeah. I'm going to lose my home soon. I'm absolutely livid with her because (a) I'm working six days a week and I don't have the time, (b) my mother is still weak and easily tired after the heart attack and (c) I'm going to have an eviction on my record. So my mother and I are scrambling to save up money to move and get another place, and as soon as I have a more definite "I need to be out by X date" timeframe Eddie will arrange my schedule so I can help move. But yeah. It's a real pain in the ass and I hate Lisa even more now, if that was at all possible. But on the bright side, management is returning our share of the rent so we have an extra $770 to add to the $385 I'm giving my mom this next payday and the $853 she gets every month, so hopefully we can have first/last months rent and a deposit within two of my paychecks and get the hell out of the place before we keep owing more in back rent and fees.
- On a completely materialistic note, I'm buying all my own Easter and Mother's Day gifts this year, on top of stuff for my son for Easter and my mom for Easter and Mother's Day. On the plus side, at least this way I know I'll like what I'm getting. I got season 7 of Doctor Who and "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" plus a bunch of candy and a bottle of my favorite limited edition apple juice for Easter, so it wasn't bad. Still, I'm not counting on Trace getting me anything for Mother's Day since he forgot about my birthday this year, so I suppose I'll have to content myself with the three Benedict Cumberbatch movies and possibly season 2 of Sherlock that I'm buying for myself (unless I can convince my son to give me an Amazon gift card...that would be lovely and then I can buy stuff I want and it will actually be from him).
Today has been a good day, though. I always love being around my son (even if I didn't watch Doctor Who with him...I'll do that next week, I think, since he wants me to bring the box set back) and so far the morning has gone well. But yes. Between insane hours at work and all of this crap, I'm running myself ragged (not to mention I have a bit of writer's block, at least for the stuff I need to write). I'm just counting down the days until the first full week of May because OMG blackout dates are over and I can beg Eddie for a five day shift so I can get a day at Mira Costa to take care of the things I need to and just relax. So I'm almost to the end of the tunnel. Just a couple more weeks and then relief. I hope.
- A few weeks ago I was harassed on the bus by a guy who got off the bus at my stop who I am fairly sure was going to hurt me. He had been making threats and the bus driver did nothing, even when he said he was going to get off at my stop (which was three after the one he said he was going to get off at). Thanks to the kindness of a convenience store owner who let me hide out in his store and two women who drove me home since my phone had died and I didn't have my mother's number memorized I'm okay. But for the first time in the fifteen years I've been on public transportation I was terrified.
- A guy I talked to on the bus that night started kind of stalking me. I knew him before so I gave him my name for Facebook the same evening as the weird guy harassing me, and he blew up my messenger the next day saying he had to escort me everywhere from now on. So now I'm avoiding the bus time he's normally on the bus, which poses some problems at work because we're closing at 7 now so I would end up on the bus with him every night. Thankfully Eddie and Brenda have taken the threat very seriously and I am leaving work by 6:30 to avoid him. On the 27th we go back to closing at 5 so it's a temporary thing, but I am thankful for understanding bosses right now.
- My roommate didn't pay all of her share of the rent and strung management along, and she's hiding all the notices from us (including the eviction notice, we think). So yeah. I'm going to lose my home soon. I'm absolutely livid with her because (a) I'm working six days a week and I don't have the time, (b) my mother is still weak and easily tired after the heart attack and (c) I'm going to have an eviction on my record. So my mother and I are scrambling to save up money to move and get another place, and as soon as I have a more definite "I need to be out by X date" timeframe Eddie will arrange my schedule so I can help move. But yeah. It's a real pain in the ass and I hate Lisa even more now, if that was at all possible. But on the bright side, management is returning our share of the rent so we have an extra $770 to add to the $385 I'm giving my mom this next payday and the $853 she gets every month, so hopefully we can have first/last months rent and a deposit within two of my paychecks and get the hell out of the place before we keep owing more in back rent and fees.
- On a completely materialistic note, I'm buying all my own Easter and Mother's Day gifts this year, on top of stuff for my son for Easter and my mom for Easter and Mother's Day. On the plus side, at least this way I know I'll like what I'm getting. I got season 7 of Doctor Who and "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" plus a bunch of candy and a bottle of my favorite limited edition apple juice for Easter, so it wasn't bad. Still, I'm not counting on Trace getting me anything for Mother's Day since he forgot about my birthday this year, so I suppose I'll have to content myself with the three Benedict Cumberbatch movies and possibly season 2 of Sherlock that I'm buying for myself (unless I can convince my son to give me an Amazon gift card...that would be lovely and then I can buy stuff I want and it will actually be from him).
Today has been a good day, though. I always love being around my son (even if I didn't watch Doctor Who with him...I'll do that next week, I think, since he wants me to bring the box set back) and so far the morning has gone well. But yes. Between insane hours at work and all of this crap, I'm running myself ragged (not to mention I have a bit of writer's block, at least for the stuff I need to write). I'm just counting down the days until the first full week of May because OMG blackout dates are over and I can beg Eddie for a five day shift so I can get a day at Mira Costa to take care of the things I need to and just relax. So I'm almost to the end of the tunnel. Just a couple more weeks and then relief. I hope.