I really meant to get sleep tonight. However, I'm finally giving in and going to meet with a broker at 9 am, and the combination of that and unpleasant dreams woke me at 3:30. I still haven't gone back to sleep, but I have managed to complete the subject and author indexes for my ex-journal, PDF them, and send them to the appropriate people, so now my duties to my old job are just about completely done, except for billing them for my time (which is the good part that makes it all worthwhile).
In about 10 minutes I'll get up, shower, dress, try to find some breakfast in my mostly bare cupboard, then trek to the broker's office hoping that this place for $1395 isn't as rundown and small as most of the studios I've seen in that price range so far. If this works out, however, then I'm at least covered for the next year, the two months rent I'll get back from this apartment will (likely) cover the broker's fee so I'll break even, and I'll get a new start yet again. Plus, while the walk is farther from a subway stop, it's near the 86th St. express stop, and also near Carl Schurz Park, which is my favorite park in the whole city. It might be worth it in the long run, and it's certainly better than getting evicted or paying $500 a day after 1/1/2007, which are my current options.
I volunteered to come into my new job today since they're really backed up, it'll look good, and it'll keep my nervous hands busy for the day after the broker's apartment so I don't sit in my apartment and go nuts instead. Or more nuts than I already am (haha - gotta have a sense of humor about it).
My RNR wasn't there last night, and I may swing by to see him today around 6:30-7 to try and catch him when he's relatively sober. All I'll ask him is for the next month when my life will be total chaos, please keep yourself in control and don't physically injure me again. You would think this would be a small request, but I well realize this could lead to a fight (verbal, not physical). Good, I've got some anger with no place to go. Updates to follow, I'm sure.
In about 10 minutes I'll get up, shower, dress, try to find some breakfast in my mostly bare cupboard, then trek to the broker's office hoping that this place for $1395 isn't as rundown and small as most of the studios I've seen in that price range so far. If this works out, however, then I'm at least covered for the next year, the two months rent I'll get back from this apartment will (likely) cover the broker's fee so I'll break even, and I'll get a new start yet again. Plus, while the walk is farther from a subway stop, it's near the 86th St. express stop, and also near Carl Schurz Park, which is my favorite park in the whole city. It might be worth it in the long run, and it's certainly better than getting evicted or paying $500 a day after 1/1/2007, which are my current options.
I volunteered to come into my new job today since they're really backed up, it'll look good, and it'll keep my nervous hands busy for the day after the broker's apartment so I don't sit in my apartment and go nuts instead. Or more nuts than I already am (haha - gotta have a sense of humor about it).
My RNR wasn't there last night, and I may swing by to see him today around 6:30-7 to try and catch him when he's relatively sober. All I'll ask him is for the next month when my life will be total chaos, please keep yourself in control and don't physically injure me again. You would think this would be a small request, but I well realize this could lead to a fight (verbal, not physical). Good, I've got some anger with no place to go. Updates to follow, I'm sure.
posted by AnonymousX at 7:03 AM
1 Comments:
hey :-) love you :-) stay away from him. (yeah, yeah, I know, but I only nag because I care)
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