Adventures In Trying To Find A Home

So, I’m sure it’ll come as no real surprise that my family and I have been experiencing some financial issues. I mean, come on now, who hasn’t been having financial issues these days? In my neck of the woods (good old Flint Michigan), jobs are incredibly scarce, so while I don’t make a shit ton of money doing what I do, I realize that I’m incredibly lucky to still have a secure job.

Recently, we’ve had to… Relocate. Yes, we’ll go with relocate. At the moment, I’ve moved my little family in with my parents. Right into their 1 bedroom apartment. o_O Yeah… There are currently 4 adults and 1 little boy attempting not to step on each other. It’s actually not been all that difficult, really. I was expecting some problems simply due to 4 adults being packed into a small area and people getting under each other’s skin and what not, but there haven’t been any tiffs or pissed off moments or anything really. (That’s completely awesome, by the way.) And even though things are going well, we still want to get the hell out of Dodge. Love my parents and all, but I kinda like not living “at home”. Basically what it boils down to is that I like being the boss in my own home. That and I miss my cats something terrible.

We’ve been attempting to find a place that we can afford and that isn’t too deep in “the hood” ever since the relocation. That’s been about 3 weeks or so? I can’t remember the exact date right now, but it’s been a few weeks. Honestly, I didn’t think that finding some place that we could afford would be so hard given the state the economy has been in around this area for the last forever, but apparently there are still some people out there who are delusional enough to think that they can get someone to rent and/or buy a 2 bedroom house for more than $600 a month. Yeah… there’s a reason the place you’re trying to unload is STILL on the market, asshole.


Last week, we thought we were golden. Greg found this cute, little 2 bedroom place that wasn’t in a bad area and was in good condition. He met with the dude who owned and over the course of the next week or so, this guy had met with Greg, my mother, myself and my son. The last meeting was when my son and I were finally able to go see the place (stupid 3rd shift making me think I need to sleep during the day) and the guy let us wander around the place and let my son start to figure out which room he wanted to be his and what he was going to do in the basement so he could practice his Tae Kwon Do. After we were done looking around, he had us all go downtown so he could get the water transferred into our names and get his rental license. We found out after we got down there that the office that handles all that stuff is only open 9-1, which is nuts if you ask me.

While we were there, the guy realized that he locked his keys in his truck, so we took him back to his place to get the spare set and then he had us go up to a doughnut shop with him so we could go over the lease. We went over it, signed it and he gave us the keys. We told him it would probably be the end of the week before we could get him the money that he was asking for, but that he’d have by Friday and we’d be moving in that weekend. We then took him back to his truck and everything seemed to be fine.

We allowed ourselves to get excited about moving into a place that we happened across on a complete fluke. (Greg was actually looking at a different place, didn’t like the way it looked on the outside and decided to drive down the street to see if there were any other places available.) We went to visit the cats and told them that we’d be taking them home soon. I started planning on where I was going to put furniture and trying to figure out how long it would take to get Alex to school and myself to work.

A couple days later, we called him to verify the address. We drove by the place to double-check, but there were no numbers anywhere. When Greg asked him what the address was, he was told that we could no longer rent the place. Seems that someone had put in an offer to buy the house that he is currently living in, so he would be needing to move into the house that we had SIGNED A LEASE for. Oh, and could we please bring by the keys? They were the only set he had.

Needless to say, I was a tad pissed off.

It wouldn’t have been quite so bad had this guy not allowed my son to get excited. Disappoint me till your heart’s content. Yeah, I’ll be pissed, but chances are I’m not going to anything after the fact. Disappoint my boy, though, and you’ve just decided to tangle with Queen Bitch.

See, being that we this dude didn’t have his renter’s license when he insisted we sign the lease, means that he committed fraud. He also decided to charge more for the security deposit than he’s legally allowed to, not to mention the fact that there was NO NOTICE given in breaking the lease. I don’t like it when I get fucked with and I like it even less when my son is fucked with. This dude disappointed all of us. We are currently seeking legal advice to see if it’ll be worth it to go after his ass.

Oh, and something else that’s fucking nifty? Greg drove by the place yesterday and he’s NOT living in it. It’s still on the market. What.The.Hell. Maybe the fact that I told him I have some experience working with power tools freaked him out, being that I’m a girl and all. (He seriously had the balls to tell me that if I wanted a light bulb changed, I needed to call him cuzz he’d known women who’d ruined lights by not knowing what wattage to use. This was AFTER he introduced himself to me by asking me what kind of house keeper I am. o_O)

Honestly, even though I’m pissed as hell about the way things went down, I’m relatively certain that this is for the best. After all, I’m just a woman who wouldn’t know how to wash a fucking dish with out a man’s help. I’m sure we’d have gotten into “altercations”.

Yesterday, we signed a lease on a different place. It’s less money a month, the landlord isn’t gonna hover over me to make sure I wipe the counters in a counter-clockwise pattern and the one neighbor we met while we were looking at the place liked us and told the guy we needed to be the ones who moved in. YAY!

The one problem we’ve run into is that we were told by the Department of Human Services that we qualified for assistance to move into a new place, meaning that they would cover first month’s rent and security deposit. Well, I called yesterday and spoke with the person who told me we qualified only to find out that we no longer fall into the “emergency assistance” category. Seems we would need to be living either in my car, on the street or in a homeless shelter in order to qualify now. You’d think that this would have been something I was told about when I was told I qualified for help, but apparently that’s just not how it’s done. Oh, and if you happen to get through to the case workers instead of getting their voice mail, you completely fuck up their day and they’ll treat you like shit for it. (Ok, to be fair, I understand that the case workers where I’m at are INCREDIBLY over worked and tired and all that, but when you have a client call you and politely ask you to tell them what they need to do to receive the assistance that you told them they could get, it would probably be in the best interest of every one involved that you not be a complete dick. Just sayin’.)

Hopefully some other options that were available are still available and we can move this weekend. Keep your fingers crossed that things FINALLY start to go my way internets. I’d like to continue to be nothing but sweetness and light. 😀


The one where I decide to piss and moan about the computer

Originally, this entry was going to about how bugs are always trying to kill me, but then, THEN!, my computer decided to give me the big Fuck You and make Mozilla crash.


This isn’t something new to me. Actually, I tend to wonder if I just get too much shit going for Mozilla to handle sometimes. When I think about it, that doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, though, cuzz you’d think that a browser with a large following  would be able to handle having at least 10 tabs open. Then again, maybe not. I really have no idea. The point is, you’d think that a browser worth a shit wouldn’t be crashing all the time.

I tend to think that it’s the computer I use at work, since that’s where this seems to occur the most. They set up a computer specifically for internet use for us so we don’t die of boredom. The system with the CAD and all that is completely separate (thankfully), so there shouldn’t be all that much on this computer to bog it down. That does not seem to be the case, though.

Back when this was first set up, I talked to our tech dude to see what he was planning on doing. Like, if we’d have blocks in place or some kind of “Net Nanny” thing that told on us if we happened across a site that we shouldn’t. (No, I actually wasn’t planning on going to sites like that at work. That’s just gross. Besides, with my Bejeweled addiction, I don’t have time for anything else. :-P) I also asked what type of stuff he was planning on putting on it. The computer that we had been using to dispatch from before we got the awesometastical CAD was pretty damned slow and that irritated the shit outta me. He told me that he had a bare bones system and that he’d be installing the normal office type crap on there – Microsoft Office, Internet Explorer, NAEMD CE Training,  etc – and he assured me that there was no reason he could see that the computer would be slowed down by anything. That made me *SQUEE* with delight.

At first, it wasn’t slow. And nothing crashed. Ever. It was fucking glorious.

I don’t know what happened. According to the scans I’ve run, there isn’t a rogue virus infecting the thing just to piss me off. (If there were, I would have no doubt in my mind that the bugs and spiders created it to make me lose my mind.) Apparently, the computer just decided to get slow and mean.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not bitching cuzz the computer we’ve been given to use as an entertainment and training module isn’t up to my standards. Far from it. I’m actually very grateful that we have it. It just pisses me off when I sit down and write something (using valuable time that could be used to feed my Bejeweled addiction) and then watch it simply disappear after I’ve gotten about half way through.

I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who gets pissed off about this kind of thing.

In which I decide to prattle on about my idiosyncrasies

I suppose this could alternately be titled The Shit That Makes People Think I’m Crazy, but I wanted an excuse to use the word prattle. (Also, you’ll have to excuse the gap in between entries/post/whatever. I haven’t blogged on the regular in a long time and I’m still trying to remember that I started this, so bear with me.)


I got to thinking tonight (as I sat here playing Bejeweled for most of the beginning of my shift) about some of the things about myself that seem to make other people think I’m a bit… Off, I guess. Actually, I was sitting here playing Bejeweled and was attacked by a Box Elder bug, which got me to wondering about why my boss would keep the window with out the screen on it open all day, knowing that I was to be her replacement tonight and that bugs of all kinds have the strictest of orders to kill me on sight and THAT’S what got me to thinking about the odd shit about me that makes people cross to the other side of the street when they see me walking towards them. I then managed to kill the stupid bug (no, seriously. I smacked the shit out of it with a fly swatter and damned near had a heart attack when the bug stuck to the fly swatter and managed to get me to fling it’s nasty bug carcass at MYSELF. Fo realz, yo.) and forgot all about my train of thought cuzz Bejeweled had begun to drain my will to live once again. A few hours passed and I sent my crews out on a couple calls. When the one crew returned, I was once again reminded about all the things that make other people wonder how the hell I’ve managed to be so freaking awesome while being so much of a… Well, FREAK, for lack of a better term.

Ok, here’s some things that should get across what I’m talking about. I hate to breathe other people’s breath. (Incidentally, that’s exactly what got me to thinking about my idiosyncrasies when my crew returned.) I absolutely, 100% can not handle other people breathing their breath all my face. I refuse to sleep facing anyone and even get a little freaked out when one of my cats decides to fall asleep with their face near mine. *shudder*

I also have issues with the way certain words sound and will go out of my way to never, ever use them. Meal. Moist. Tasty. Crisp. (There are TONS more, but I’ll stop there or else the rest of this entry will be nothing but words I loathe.) There is absolutely no reason for me to hate these words. They’ve never done a damned thing to me. I just cannot stand the way the sound and the way they feel in my mouth, if that makes any sense. When Couch Greg was still living with us, he used to say tasty ALL.THE.TIME. and it drove me nuts! Every time he said it, I wanted to punch him in the throat. I restrained myself, though. After all, it’s not like I had told him that I hated the word, so he really had no idea that he was pissing me off. And even if I had clued him in? Who am I to tell him not to use a word. Ok, ok, so it was my home and I could have totally went into super-bitch mode and gave him a list of words to never say in my home. Thing is, I can’t let all the crazy out at once. I have to let it seep out slowly, so as not to frighten the natives. Namely Greg and everyone around me who happens to NOT be crazy. No, my cats do not count. Each one is just as fucked up in the head as I am.

It also drives me nuts if I have to divert from certain routines I have, though that might be more of an OCD thing rather than just an eccentric-crazy-lady thing. (Cuzz eccentric is the word you want to use when you’re being polite or trying not to get the crazy lady to kick your ass.) Example? When I take showers, I do everything in the exact same order every single time. (Wash hair, rinse, conditioner, wash self, rinse hair and self, shave anything that needs shaved, wash face.) Always in the same order, no exceptions. If I manage to get out-of-order, I’m screwed for the entire day. Like the day that I woke up late and couldn’t remember if I had just gotten my hair wet or if I had forgotten to rinse out the conditioner. (Smell analysis determined I forgot to rinse out the conditioner, thankfully, cuzz I’d have just felt disgusting if I had forgotten to wash my hair.) (My hair gets really nasty greasy if it’s not washed every day, so it would have been gross. Trust me.) I was all sorts of screwed that day. I couldn’t keep my appts in order, I kept forgetting where people were… If I had remembered to rinse out the conditioner and not managed to divert from my normal shower routine, I’m sure I would have had a nicely pleasant day.

Hmm… Let’s go with one more thing and then I’ll put an end to the drivel in this post.

I cannot stand hearing two things running at the same time. Like, the radio and the TV. It MUST be one or the other, never both. That goes for video and/or computer games and things of that nature. If the TV (or radio) is on and something else is going at the same time, I come insanely close to flipping my shit entirely. BUT! Even though I can’t stand it when two things are on at the same time, I absolutely cannot stand the absolute quiet even more. There has to be noise of some kind going at all times. As a matter of fact, up until I met Greg (boyfriend Greg, not to be confused with Couch Greg), I couldn’t go to sleep with out the radio going.

So, there are some of the things that make me uniquely myself. Or, so as to not sound so trendy or whatever, some of the things about myself that make other people wonder how I’m not hated or getting my ass kicked on the daily. Now tell me, internets, what are some of the things about YOU that people may view as a tad eccentric? (See what I did there with the being polite and what not? That right there makes me CLASSY.)

In which I prove my eternal smoothness

So, I have proven time and time again that I am amongst the smoothest people to ever live. Typically, when I decide to prove this, I wind up injured somehow. Like the time I was getting ready for school and managed to chip my bottom front teeth while sneezing. Or the time I was drunk at a party and decided that I wanted to show the host and his girlfriend that I was Batman. Yeah… I wound up with a nifty knot on the head during that performance.

This morning, I seem to be attempting to break the trend of getting hurt whilst proving my smoothness.

See, 3rd shift gets to do minor chores. Don’t think I’m bitching about that cuzz, while I do piss and moan about having to wash dishes (which happens to be my most hated chore evAr!), it’s not really that big a deal and there’s usually more than enough time to do them. Every now and again the night will be insanely busy, but usually things are steady enough on 3rd that whoever happens to be working can still dispatch and pick up around the office.


I decided to get my chores out-of-the-way a little earlier than normal today, so I could dick around with this new blog of mine until I finished my shift. And it also got me off my ass and gave me a chance to stretch out my legs. I looked into the kitchen and saw that the dreaded dishes had not washed themselves, even though I had been commanding them to do so with my mind for quite some time. I found some music to listen to and headed into the kitchen to attend to my night shifter duties.

Nothing too exciting happened then. I mean, if you REALLY want, I can go into great detail about how I washed such and such dish and how I made sure to start the coffee pot at exactly 0623 to make sure that it would be done at 0639. That just seems boring to me, though, so we’ll just say it wasn’t all that exciting.

After I got all that out-of-the-way, I went around and gathered up the trash out of the cans. Yeah, it’s still that exciting. Well, as I was changing out a garbage bag, I realized that my zipper had started to come down on my uniform pants. No big deal, sometimes it happens. I finished changing out the bag a decided that I should probably make sure the zipper was done up all the way. Making an ass out of myself was just not that high on my priorities at the moment since I was trapped in the bat cave all by my lonesome.

Seems that deciding the zipper needed to be in the proper, upright position is where I decided to eat a big can of fail.

As I was tugging my zipper back up, it decided to give me the big “Fuck You” and come apart. It didn’t split, which I am assuming is due to the fact that a split zipper is not really all that difficult to fix. Oh no-no. My zipper felt the urge to allow the little pully thing to only be attached to one side.

I didn’t panic, though. I merely set out to grab my hoodie off the back of my chair so I could grab a few safety pins off it and remedy my problem. That’s when I realized that my hoodie may or may not have found its way to the garbage dump unintentionally.

I now get to attempt to figure out how I’m going to leave the building without looking like a complete jack ass, holding up my pants.

So fucking smooth…

And so I begin again.

After getting so much positive feed back the last few months or so about my writing, I figured I may as well start blogging again. I’m new to the whole WordPress experience, so bear with me while I’m trying to work out the kinks as far as appearance and such. (Seems I need to work on my typing skills as well, since there have been about a billionty words with that little red squiggle line under them.)

This is probably going to be something that I update mostly from work. I mean, come on, I’m working 3rd shift. I need to have SOMETHING going on to keep me from drifting off and there’s only so much Bejeweled a person can play before the officially begin to lose it. And for the record? I done lost it LONG before my Bejeweled habit came around.

Currently, I am sitting at my desk, bitching to myself about not being able to stretch my legs out and trying to remember the names of bands that I want to listen to. It’s ok to hide your jealousy about my awesome and interesting life. I know y’all don’t want me to get all conceited about how everyone wishes they could be me.


Think that’s gonna be it for this one. Just wanted to throw something out there that could be read by whomever stumbles across this. And I’m not completely sure if it’s still there or not, but I wanted it to be something more than the stupid generic post they put up when you sign up for a blog on this site.