Stressful Day, Anyone?
Today I went to work, where it's now been five weeks I've been temping, and they've still said nothing to me about becoming permanent.
While at work, I saw window-washers fall from their scaffolding and watched them dangling against a high-rise.
On my lunch hour I went to an interview that went well, where the founding partner implied she'd like to hire me, but didn't give any indication of what her salary range is.
In the afternoon I had to listen to people talk about tomorrow's holiday party, which I initially said I'd go to, thinking it'd be a good thing in my quest to become permanent. However, there'll be an open bar and I hate parties passionately, and have tons of shit to get done and wish I hadn't said I'd go. So my new plan is to show up and leave an hour later.
Then I dragged myself home through the rain to a cold, dark and messy apartment. Trixie and I have been talking about what to do about our living situation for the last month.
Two or three weeks ago Trixie talked to her father about buying a two-bedroom place in the city. Essentially, the thought was that we'd move there, and Trixie would be my landlord. Except, Trixie's dad said she couldn't afford to buy. She wanted to stay here for another six months. I was the one saying we should move somewhere cheaper, and Trixie was telling me she didn't want to move, she's had enough change in her life over the last year. Case closed, or so I thought.
Rent is going up here - it'll be over $3,000. I pay almost $600 for COBRA. My job situation is unstable, to say the least. If this continues, I'm in a world of financial trouble. Tonight Trixie tells me that she spoke with a loan advisor yesterday who said that she could afford a one-bedroom but not a two-bedroom. Trixie's considering it, but has decided she wants to "try" living on her own to make sure she likes it okay before investing in a one-bedroom.
Right. So that means Trixie may move out soon. We have to let the leasing office know on December 15th if we're staying here or moving. I can't really afford this rent increase (because of COBRA), but also can't afford to move. So I have to stay, and just learn to be satisfied eating a carrot for dinner every night. Hey, I wanted to lose weight anyway, right?
Tonight Trixie is putting up an ad for a new roommate - to replace herself here, in case she decides to try renting a one-bedroom. She's told me she'll decide by Sunday whether or not she wants to stay here another six months, and if she wants to stay after all, she'll just tell people the spot's been filled.
I am not accepting any more stress. Tomorrow I am going to the stupid holiday party for lunch, and leaving immediately after the lunch portion, not staying for the rest of the afternoon. It's not like I get paid for that time anyway.
Then I am going to come home and close my eyes and hope that when I open them, a magical fairy will have cleaned the apartment, and fixed all my problems for me. Happy fucking Hanukah.
While at work, I saw window-washers fall from their scaffolding and watched them dangling against a high-rise.
On my lunch hour I went to an interview that went well, where the founding partner implied she'd like to hire me, but didn't give any indication of what her salary range is.
In the afternoon I had to listen to people talk about tomorrow's holiday party, which I initially said I'd go to, thinking it'd be a good thing in my quest to become permanent. However, there'll be an open bar and I hate parties passionately, and have tons of shit to get done and wish I hadn't said I'd go. So my new plan is to show up and leave an hour later.
Then I dragged myself home through the rain to a cold, dark and messy apartment. Trixie and I have been talking about what to do about our living situation for the last month.
Two or three weeks ago Trixie talked to her father about buying a two-bedroom place in the city. Essentially, the thought was that we'd move there, and Trixie would be my landlord. Except, Trixie's dad said she couldn't afford to buy. She wanted to stay here for another six months. I was the one saying we should move somewhere cheaper, and Trixie was telling me she didn't want to move, she's had enough change in her life over the last year. Case closed, or so I thought.
Rent is going up here - it'll be over $3,000. I pay almost $600 for COBRA. My job situation is unstable, to say the least. If this continues, I'm in a world of financial trouble. Tonight Trixie tells me that she spoke with a loan advisor yesterday who said that she could afford a one-bedroom but not a two-bedroom. Trixie's considering it, but has decided she wants to "try" living on her own to make sure she likes it okay before investing in a one-bedroom.
Right. So that means Trixie may move out soon. We have to let the leasing office know on December 15th if we're staying here or moving. I can't really afford this rent increase (because of COBRA), but also can't afford to move. So I have to stay, and just learn to be satisfied eating a carrot for dinner every night. Hey, I wanted to lose weight anyway, right?
Tonight Trixie is putting up an ad for a new roommate - to replace herself here, in case she decides to try renting a one-bedroom. She's told me she'll decide by Sunday whether or not she wants to stay here another six months, and if she wants to stay after all, she'll just tell people the spot's been filled.
I am not accepting any more stress. Tomorrow I am going to the stupid holiday party for lunch, and leaving immediately after the lunch portion, not staying for the rest of the afternoon. It's not like I get paid for that time anyway.
Then I am going to come home and close my eyes and hope that when I open them, a magical fairy will have cleaned the apartment, and fixed all my problems for me. Happy fucking Hanukah.
Labels: A Lonely Jew, City Livin, Trixie, Work
posted by Green at 12/06/2007 10:23:00 PM
5 Comments:
Nothing irritates me more when I'm trying to make a plan for the next year or even the next couple months than having to wait for someone else to make a decision and them saying, "Maybe I'll do this, but maybe I shouldn't. I just don't know right now." The more time they give you to prepare before they actually take action, the less likely you are to be screwed by their decision.
I hope it works out for you.
I agree with Amanda.... whats COBRA?
I believe COBRA is a kind of health insurance, TG for OHIP, lol.
Is that typical? $3000 for a 2 bedroom apt???? I hope it's inclusive, lol.
You might have to downsize to something you could handle without relying on a room mate. You don't seem to have luck with them, although Trixie is the best so far.
goodluck with everything
Maybe Steamroller's looking for another victim, I mean place.
That sounds like one hell of a time your having! Fingers and toes crossed all comes together affordably and well for you.
If you ever decided to move back to Sunny South Florida... I tell you, there is a legal assistant job waiting for you!
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