Tales From the Dark Side

I can't believe it's been half a year since I blogged... so very sorry! Writing is supposed to be my muse.. my release. I don't even think I have picked up my journal in months. I think that is what disappoints me the most.

So.. here's the lowdown!

I got reviewed by Canada Revenue service in August. They wanted proof of my rent. Had to get the landlord to sign a note saying that yes.. I live here and yes I pay rent...
Well lfucker got pissed off cause he wasn't claiming the income (not my problem). He freaks out and tells me it's a strict landlord tenant situation from now on... Then comes to me and asks for cash towards cable adn hydro... as if I am gonna fall for that crap!!

So I go to the bank, find out I do qualify for a mortgage, and that it would be better (in my best interest) to wait until I get my VISA's paid off...

but then shit hits the fan.. I am served with Termination of Tenancy papers must be out just after Christmas. Then an EVICTION notice for the same date.
So I find a cute little house, and make an offer. Luckily there is a program here in Ontario to helop first time home buyers. And I am lucky enough to get my down payment from that program.

The landlord has been harrassing me, my life has been hell... and I started behaving in ways that are so against my human nature that I feel shittier than ever. Leaving lights on, emptying the hot water tank, making more noise than i ever have!!!
I am a conserver... water, energy, everything.. an avid recycler and I have been playing a stupid passive aggressive game for the last 2 months. I can't handle it anymore.
So I've stopped. I am back to being me. quiet, clean, conserving me.

I just hope it isn't too late to save myself from my own guilt. Cause it's eating me up inside and I should be really happy and excited cause I just bought a house. And I am not.

Labels: guilt, housesit, landlord

Sometimes we all do things simply because of the desired consequences. Like eating more fibre... you know what the effect is.

Well.. my stomach has been ... well ... brutal. Bloated, painful, the essence of IBS that I am periodically plagued with.
I am eating my veggie soup, and my oatmeal with extra fibre in the morning... but it just gets worse and worse.
So yesterday I did the one thing that actually makes my stomach feel 100% better.
I had some freshly brewed coffee.
Unfortunately it wasn't decaf, and I had 3 cups.
Needless to say it was after 6am when I finally fell asleep... and I woke up at 10am.
I have an exam to study for and I know if I take a nap I will not sleep tonight.

The problem... so tired I can't think... in english - let alone in french!
gggrrrr

And - I may be on a leave of absence from work, but it seems the convenience of being off is very quickly filling my calender.
I am taking off for 2 and a half weeks to babysit my brother and my nieces, while my sis-in-law is in Italy.
I agreed to have a friend stay here for a night (with her son) then drive them and all their crap to the airport the next day. The good thing is it's an official move and she isn't coming back!
Then - another friend asked my to housesit in June while she is on vacation - which I think is at the same time I have been asked to help with the dog who lives upstairs cause my landlady is going for surgery and the "baby" needs its medicine.
Plus I want to go to Montreal to see family and practice my french skills... and everyone wants me to go to Kincardine to see them as I haven't been home in FOREVER!

This isn't stressing me out... it's just a lot.

I am also curious as to how much of this would be going on if I wasn't on leave.

Oh - and I have 2 Dr's appointments on Tuesday - both "psychological" and emotionally draining, then 2 the week after...

I think my brain might explode.
I just have to remember - one day at a time and I will survive.

God - I hope they don't force me back to work in June... I'll be screwed!

Labels: housesit, life, stupid