Simply Charmed

I hate money… it always gunks up the works. I know it’s impossible to live with out (well at least for me it is) but sometimes I wish I could be a hermit. Wednesday Jimbo went to get some money out of the bank and it gave him some weird error but he was able to pull the money out.. and then it tells him we’re negative 90 something dollars. So he goes into the bank and they tell him it’s in a pending status and they can give us more information on Thursday.

So Thursday we find out its some kind of charge from Amazon.com, which is weird so I call the bank to dispute it and I find out that now i’m negative 170 something dollars. The bank said that they will investigate it, and if they find in my favor I get everything back, but it can take up to 45 days for this to happen.

I call my work to see if I can get the direct deposit stopped so I don’t lose even more money and I found out that the submit it on Wednesday (but it doesn’t actually post until like 4:30 am on Friday). I’m so pissed off right now, this is not the first time my bank has pulled some crap so I’m looking to get another one.

Now I’m gonna be short on several bills cause I’m out a couple hundred dollars. Blargh I just needed to bitch! Jimbo went out of town this weekend so I’m having to catch rides to and from work (we only have one car), which is okay but I’m having to cut back on hours because nobody works my specific schedule. At least I only live like 5 miles from work so it’s not out of the way for anyone.

It just doesn’t seem like I can catch a break. Things had been going really well. Jimbo and I moved into the new apartment, and the minor issues we were having have been fixed. Work started mandatory over time, which was a bonus because we were looking for extra hours anyways.

That’s when things went downhill. Saturday, we went into work, and they told us that the internet was down here, and to go to our old building. So we drive to the old building which is about 15 minutes away, we get there and our boss tells us the internet is back up, to go back to the new building.

We get to the new building, log into the phones, and start taking calls. We’re there for less than an hour when my supervisor tells me that the manager needs to see me. I walked in there, and our assistant manager is in there, and he says we’re waiting on the manager.

Our manager finally comes in, and they’ve got this almost smug look on their faces, and I have NO clue what they are about to tell me. My manager says to me, we had to fire Jimbo, but I wanted to let you know that this doesn’t affect your job in anyway.

I couldn’t freaking believe it. So now, I’m short one income, and I’ve got no clue how I’m going to make my bills. So I came into work on Monday, and asked for a raise. I figured they would turn me down (and they did), so my next step was to ask for more overtime. I’m officially going to work 12 hour days, 5 days a week.

Hopefully I won’t have to do that for too long, just until Jimbo finds a new job. He’s got a couple of interviews already lined up (thanks to my brother in law). I probably won’t be blogging much the next few months, but you can always email and send me comments

EDIT: 08/08/08 Jimbo got a job! It’s only 10 hours a week, but it pays 15 bucks an hour, and there is room for him to get more hours, and bring in his own clients. He’s basically doing home networks, setting up routers and basic pc maintenance. I’ll still be doing over time til he gets at least 20… but at least it didn’t take him several months like it did last time!

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.

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