I Hate My Life!

November 19, 2004: M called me at work to tell me that there is a note from the leasing office, on the door, saying that I have 7 days to vacate the apartment. Of course I have no idea what is going on, it's not like I haven't paid the rent. I hurried him off the phone so I could call the office. The first 3 times, they didn't answer the phone. When I finally got the receptionist on the phone, she acted like she didn't know what it was all about. I had to practically recite the letter before her memory was refreshed. I was put on hold while the leasing bitch - I mean manager - came to the phone. When she picked up, she asked me all kinds of questions and then proceeded to start bitching me out.

It seems that she SAW B cutting ALL the screens doors in Building 5. Then she said, all the residents fo Bldg. 5 went down to the office and told her that B was the one who cut the screens. Then the story changed to she had gotten 4 letters saying that the screens had been cut and B did it. Make up your mind! Which was it?? OK. B was grounded last weekend when this supposedly took place. She said that I had to pay for the screens or move out. Also, if it happened again, I would be evicted.

By this time, I was extremely pissed and couldn't yell back at her, because I was at work. She told me that she has had to yell at B several times for being bad. I asked her why I hadn't been informed, and she said she didn't know who Bri 'belonged' to. I guess she finally figured it out after her daughter, who goes to school with Bri, told her. She said she had never met me. HELLO, we were only down there every day, during the summer, using the gym. (Before the card reader was broken and not fixed for 2 months.) Now, she suddenly has no idea who I am. Plus, since the time they lost my rent check, I always hand my check to her AND get a receipt.

So, to make a long story longer, I got her boss' phone number because I don't appreciate her accusing Bri of doing it, with no proof. Plus, she lied and changed her story, several times. She said that she had already informed her boss because she had been doing an investigation for the past week. Ok, Sgt. Joe Friday.

I tried calling the Leasing Property office, but no one answered, so I had to leave a message. I swear, I am going to go off when I talk to them. Ever since the new people took over, the place has gone down hill. There is always a ton of garbage piled up by the dumpster, around the dumpster, and in the parking lot. Plus, my screen was cut and someone tried to kick in the door, and it took 2 weeks for them to fix it. (She said the door was on back order, that's why it took so long. LIAR! They didn't replace the door, they just fixed the one I had.)

So, when I got off the phone, I had Mike talk to B. From what she said, she didn't do it. but she was there when M hatched the plan, and went along. Needless to say, she's grounded. When I get insurance, she's going into therapy. I know her life hasn't been easy, but I've tried. Too bad her dad hasn't done the same. In 7 years, all she's asked of him was to send a picture, so she could see if she looked like him. Since August he's been telling me the pictures are in the mail. Boy, I could have sworn we got rid of the Pony Express. I could have walked to Milwaukee and gotten the damn pictures myself! He wonders why I wouldn't sign the papers to expunge the $18,000 he owes in back child support!? We both made her, but so far, only I've taken responsibility for her.

I can't wait for the insurance to kick in, for me, too. I need to start taking Lexapro again, so I can stop stressing about everything.

I was going to post another link to something funny, but I'm not in the mood. Hopefully, things will be better tomorrow. I have learned my lesson and I will not complain about life being dull.

Mich