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So. Earlier today my landlady sprang one on me. Apparently she made an application to the local social agency for an extra user (my landlady actually manages a home for people with mental impairment), and I should try to move out be early July.
Turns out she'd called my dad first (she apparently began the administrative process months ago) to let him know, and it was his idea not to let me know "not to stress me out". Well, trust me, with only two months' actual warning, I am fucking stressing out!. I mean, my semester ended nearly three weeks ago, and in any case, it would have been only polite to tell me earlier. You'd think these people would remember how much I'm constantly ranting that I'm always the last person being told about these things!
Turns out she'd called my dad first (she apparently began the administrative process months ago) to let him know, and it was his idea not to let me know "not to stress me out". Well, trust me, with only two months' actual warning, I am fucking stressing out!. I mean, my semester ended nearly three weeks ago, and in any case, it would have been only polite to tell me earlier. You'd think these people would remember how much I'm constantly ranting that I'm always the last person being told about these things!