Another crazy week, but I know they will continue to come hot and fast. Each with it's own challenges. As we still pack and move things into storage and get everything handled.
Although, one of my treats this week was Weird Al. My Friend Pat was going to take me to the Puyallup Fair this year, (it will most likely be one of my last) and go to see him in concert. It was my very first concert, ever. I will say this will not be my last concert. He was amazing, unlike some artists, almost every song was a costume change.
I still haven't heard on the studio yet, I have been waiting. They said that the problem is that we are waiting on the housing part of the background check to come back. She called the last few days and gave me the number to the Landlord Protection Services. I called them and inquired what the hell was going on... It is nearly the end of the Month! I couldn't wait any longer. Their response was that they were waiting for the current apartment complex. They hadn't responded yet!
I ... Was... Pissed... I could not believe that nearly a business WEEK.. and they hadn't replied. I thanked the lady and stated that I would speak to them immediately. I drove home, as I was currently at the storage unit unloading some of my belongings, and promptly stopped at the office.
I will say I am very civil when it comes to how things are handled, but I lose my tact. I walked in and said that I have a very urgent issue that I needed this person to complete. She informed me that she was only there to take questions, and that she was a temp. My response to her was that she was just a pretty face, and that I understood.. but I need you to contact whomever can call this Landlord Protection Services to give them the all clear.
Within a matter of minutes it was completed. I can only hope that everything was just done. and I will hear from them soon... Or I will have to find a couch..
So regardless of my FTA policy, I had an okay week.... Next week.. moving week (I hope)! Wish me luck
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Reflection: September 11, 2001
Today is the day ten years ago that changed the United States forever. And I remember it as best I do the things that hurt me.
I was just on my way into my Senior year of High school when the first tower fell. I had PE... I didn't even hear anything about it during that class. I had finished that class, and gone to my Current Events class. I walked into the door and saw the TV on for the first time that day.
It was chaos... it seemed like the entire room just froze. I had watched the second fall, from the television, not knowing what to think or to feel. It was devistating... to hear, to see to just feel.
A little known fact about me, I don't tell many often but I am an Empath. I will take a photo, or a person close to me, and feel the feelings that are there. I am effected by very emotional things. The tv never turned off that day... Every class that had a TV it was on, even just softly in the background. I felt that pain, I felt that horror, I could not stop being effected by it.
I watched that day for about 12-14 hours, the horror, the pain, the shock, the power that came from that moment. To see it fall over and over again.. it was not the best int he world. I only watched this for so long because I didn't have anything else to watch that day... as this had impacted the entire country.
Believe me when I say I will never forget... and Truly hope that you will not either. A lot of innocent died, but then not nearly as much as there could have been. Quite a few people called out sick that day. I just hope that something like this never happens again in my life time. Because I don't think I could handle another 12-14 hour exposure to that much pain.
Blessed be to those whom were effected.
I was just on my way into my Senior year of High school when the first tower fell. I had PE... I didn't even hear anything about it during that class. I had finished that class, and gone to my Current Events class. I walked into the door and saw the TV on for the first time that day.
It was chaos... it seemed like the entire room just froze. I had watched the second fall, from the television, not knowing what to think or to feel. It was devistating... to hear, to see to just feel.
A little known fact about me, I don't tell many often but I am an Empath. I will take a photo, or a person close to me, and feel the feelings that are there. I am effected by very emotional things. The tv never turned off that day... Every class that had a TV it was on, even just softly in the background. I felt that pain, I felt that horror, I could not stop being effected by it.
I watched that day for about 12-14 hours, the horror, the pain, the shock, the power that came from that moment. To see it fall over and over again.. it was not the best int he world. I only watched this for so long because I didn't have anything else to watch that day... as this had impacted the entire country.
Believe me when I say I will never forget... and Truly hope that you will not either. A lot of innocent died, but then not nearly as much as there could have been. Quite a few people called out sick that day. I just hope that something like this never happens again in my life time. Because I don't think I could handle another 12-14 hour exposure to that much pain.
Blessed be to those whom were effected.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Denied, Accepted, Holding Breath...
This week has been one of the most up and down weeks so far in this whole ordeal. I suppose lets start out at the beginning of the week. I wrote a post in haste... and it may never see the light of day. I found out on Tuesday that my first apartment application was denied.
I will not lie... I felt defeated ... Like a train has hit me full force and had kept on going. It wasn't every day that you were denied for something this life impacting. But I was, just devistated... I sat on the floor in my bedroom, crying for hours.
I will admit that I had no hope at that point, but after talking to an EQ2 friend, and to the boyfriend... I felt like there was hope. I knew that there was going to be bumps in the road. That there was something for me out there. I just knew that this was a test of my resolve. I knew that I had to find out why... and I sent in a fax stating I wanted to know why... but it would take 3-4 days.
I looked around and pulled up some apartment complexes and found one that would suit my needs. I went out the next day and looked at it. This place was old, and you could tell. The doors were hard to open and close. The upstairs walkway looked like it had seen better days. The neighborhood, didn't look as good.. but it had great views.
I said I need to apply for something... and so I did. I took the application home, filled it out and came back the very next day. I had asked how much it would be to move in.... It was about $1045. That for me is a lot of money. Especially when you live paycheck to paycheck. I applied anyways. 24 hours later, I called... She said she didn't know but she would check her email.
I held my breath... to find out that I was accepted.. however there was a catch. I had to pay about $150 more for a deposit. I was just shocked.. but understood. I just didn't know WHERE I was going to find the money.
Then I looked at the denial... and the reason why... I was a newb. I should have waited for myself to actually PAY rent before applying to a new apartment. So I called the first place back, and plead my case. She was going to talk to the people who denied me, (credit check peoples) and get the landlord part revised... then email her boss.
Now I still have two places... one I could spend nearly everything I make just to get in the door... or.. I hold my breath for the first place. I have to admit I am scared... but I need to hold my breath. I will be much happier with the first place then the second. The quality of living is better... even if it is just for 6 months.
Though I did get a storage unit for my belongings... Thanks to my mum. So at least my things are going out of the house. So here is to the power of prayer... I just hope I get the first place.
I will not lie... I felt defeated ... Like a train has hit me full force and had kept on going. It wasn't every day that you were denied for something this life impacting. But I was, just devistated... I sat on the floor in my bedroom, crying for hours.
I will admit that I had no hope at that point, but after talking to an EQ2 friend, and to the boyfriend... I felt like there was hope. I knew that there was going to be bumps in the road. That there was something for me out there. I just knew that this was a test of my resolve. I knew that I had to find out why... and I sent in a fax stating I wanted to know why... but it would take 3-4 days.
I looked around and pulled up some apartment complexes and found one that would suit my needs. I went out the next day and looked at it. This place was old, and you could tell. The doors were hard to open and close. The upstairs walkway looked like it had seen better days. The neighborhood, didn't look as good.. but it had great views.
I said I need to apply for something... and so I did. I took the application home, filled it out and came back the very next day. I had asked how much it would be to move in.... It was about $1045. That for me is a lot of money. Especially when you live paycheck to paycheck. I applied anyways. 24 hours later, I called... She said she didn't know but she would check her email.
I held my breath... to find out that I was accepted.. however there was a catch. I had to pay about $150 more for a deposit. I was just shocked.. but understood. I just didn't know WHERE I was going to find the money.
Then I looked at the denial... and the reason why... I was a newb. I should have waited for myself to actually PAY rent before applying to a new apartment. So I called the first place back, and plead my case. She was going to talk to the people who denied me, (credit check peoples) and get the landlord part revised... then email her boss.
Now I still have two places... one I could spend nearly everything I make just to get in the door... or.. I hold my breath for the first place. I have to admit I am scared... but I need to hold my breath. I will be much happier with the first place then the second. The quality of living is better... even if it is just for 6 months.
Though I did get a storage unit for my belongings... Thanks to my mum. So at least my things are going out of the house. So here is to the power of prayer... I just hope I get the first place.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Waiting Games
I turned in my application on Wednesday for my new apartment. She said it will be about 24 hours to 72 hours before it comes back. I HATE this wait, because everything is on this one application. And did I ever say that I test horrible? (not the same sort of test.. but still the worry is there)
Many tell me that I have nothing to worry about. But I do .... I should distract myself by packing. The one thing that I am dreading the most. I have no room to pack with. Clearly not enough boxes to pack with and surely not enough time! But on the bright side, come this week I will have space. Guaranteed space! Mom's are awesome because of that. I already was told ONCE that it was going to be a struggle. My plan packing 3-4 times a week for a few hours, and only worry about my OWN stuff. Because it is just me and my cat now.
However, as Washington state law says we have to give 20 days notice to vacate, we signed the intent to leave and turned in! This is such a relief and a wonderful feeling. To know that it is official, and to know that you can't turn back now. You signed a paper that says, "I am leaving". I am just glad that one piece of the puzzle as fallen into place. Now for the rest to fall in line.
So much change but so much waiting... I suppose the phrase is true "Good things come to those who wait." Now for the waits
Many tell me that I have nothing to worry about. But I do .... I should distract myself by packing. The one thing that I am dreading the most. I have no room to pack with. Clearly not enough boxes to pack with and surely not enough time! But on the bright side, come this week I will have space. Guaranteed space! Mom's are awesome because of that. I already was told ONCE that it was going to be a struggle. My plan packing 3-4 times a week for a few hours, and only worry about my OWN stuff. Because it is just me and my cat now.
However, as Washington state law says we have to give 20 days notice to vacate, we signed the intent to leave and turned in! This is such a relief and a wonderful feeling. To know that it is official, and to know that you can't turn back now. You signed a paper that says, "I am leaving". I am just glad that one piece of the puzzle as fallen into place. Now for the rest to fall in line.
So much change but so much waiting... I suppose the phrase is true "Good things come to those who wait." Now for the waits
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