Oh… My… God
by Webmaster Vern
Forgive me if this post is a bit incoherent and rambling. The past two weeks have been absolutely crazy. Today’s been the first day I’ve been able to just sit down and relax and not have to think. Please stick with me as this is quite a long post.
So the downward spiral begins on the 23rd. As Jimbo (my husband) and I are leaving for work we see a note on our door. It’s a notice that they are coming in to inspect the apartment on the 25th. Now I’m not going to go into any detail on exactly why, but let’s just say it’s about having 2 cats, and not paying a deposit.
Well our apartment is usually somewhat of a wreck, and we had to at least clean the front part of our one bedroom apartment. The front consist of the living room and the dining room. So by the time we get the notice we’ve last all of Monday morning and mid afternoon. We don’t get home til midnight and we have to work Tuesday as well.
Keep in mind that on the 24th my mom (who is 61 years old) is going into surgery for a knee replacement. We managed to get the front presentable and go to vacuum and it’s not picking anything up. The band is broken. So we replace the band turn it on and the it starts smoking. We don’t have time to figure out what the heck is wrong. So we sweep the hell out of the carpet.
I think I got about 4 hours sleep before I headed to the hospital to do my shift of staying with her there. Jimbo stayed behind for the walk through. I’m at the hospital and I call Jimbo to see what’s going on and he said the inspection never happened the woman didn’t even come inside. Apparently she raised cane because I wasn’t there. It didn’t matter that my mom was in the hospital.
I came home the following Thursday exhausted. I didn’t get a wink of sleep at the hospital. Anyways that day goes smoothly enough, I think I can relax. Friday rolls around and I get up early to pick my mom up from the hospital, take her home and stay the night with her. I walk out the door, and there’s another one of those notes hanging off our door. It’s a notice that we have 14 days to vacate the premises. We have been evicted.
We get in the car and head to the hospital. I’m freaking out, because we don’t have the money to come up with a deposit and transfer utilities and all that shit. So I’m thinking maybe we can get an advance from work, or possibly a loan from my brother in law. I call my mom to let her know we are on the way and she tells me my sister’s called and it’s very important that I call her.
