Actually, it’s been quite a hectic 2 weeks. First, Brian, the head band director, has been out of town for most of these two weeks and has left quite a bit of extra responsibility for me to deal with. This week is the end of the grading period and the last football game so lots of extra things always come up on top of the regular things that we normally have to deal with.
Second, I’ve had people staying with me quite a bit these two weeks. First, Kim, Brian’s daughter, stayed with me while he and his wife were out of town last week. She went home only to have one of my best college friends Ken come to stay for our annual weekend o’ band overload. He left and now Len and I are planning a weekend together. I’m not upset or frustrated or disappointed about any of it, it’s just exhausting! I know Len knows how I feel right now so I have no worries about this weekend with him. 🙂
So, once a month, the many teachers from the school I started teaching (that none of us are at anymore) get together and play a game called Bunco. It’s a game of chance with dice and a $5 entry fee. At the end of the night, you can win parts of the pot by winning in different ways. No one really goes for the money. We’re teachers, what do WE need with money? Really, we just go for adult conversation and girl time. Lots of fun. My friend Stephanie even met me for sushi before and brought her new baby!
Well, I get home from a nice evening to find a note stuck in my door jam. It says I didn’t pay my rent!!! About 2 days ago, I had to stop and look in my checkbook to see if I paid the rent because I had a wierd feeling I hadn’t. But I had written it out when I paid all my other bills. After I got that notice, I had even looked again to make sure. So, where was it??? I looked everywhere I could think of and I’m now figuring that I must have dropped it in the mailbox with all the other bills. Dammit. Now, what do I do? I’m owing almost double my rent to the apartment because I’m paying way under what they consider to be market price (it’s a nice place but what they list is SOOO not what this apartment is worth), I’m probably going to have to pay a stop check fee to my bank AND I have to deal with the idiots who run this place. I just got some maintenance done on my car so I know I can’t afford the higher rent, even with money I’d saved up. On top of that, the damn office doesn’t open until 10 am!!! I’ve already had a few hours at work by them. When the hell do they expect anyone to come by? No wonder occupancy is down…..
Maybe I can run home around 10 this morning to settle all this. Maybe they’ll see that I really am a good resident (always pay rent on time, never ask for maintenance) and they’ll cut me a break. Maybe Stone (the management idiot) will find a brain before I have to talk to him. We’ll see!
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