Documenting a change.....
Well, this is it. September is here and it's gonna be brutal. As I sit and type this my future is uncertain. I've got something 'in the works' as far as finding a place to live goes, but I don't know if I will have enough time to do what needs to be done before time runs out.
The clock is ticking now.
We are packing now, what we can. I don't really want to but I'm looking at getting *ANOTHER* freaking storage space on Friday. I have to put my stuff somewhere, while I'm awaiting my fate.
Friday.
A day I was supposed to enjoy. Now has become the day of dread.
In my dream world, I'd be leaving work and going to the WWE show at the St Petersburg Times Forum to enjoy a house show on the DX reunion tour.
In reality, I'm gonna be leaving work to come home to an eviction notice.
I don't know how long I will have once that notice gets posted. Might be 3 days, might be 7.
I need 14.
In 14 days my plans should all come together. In 14 days I should finally break free of this hold that has followed me for 6 years now. The hold called the 'landlord' that keeps kicking me out from place to place.
My landlord here won't give me any more time. He's already given me more than I expected. I didn't even think I'd still be here this long.
This weekend, we are going to clash. He's gonna find out I've been lying to him all along. I never intended to pay this month's rent. I just don't have the money. I need it to move. I've been stringing him along now for almost 3 weeks. He gave me an ultimatum on Saturday. Either pay him on Friday of this week or it's eviction time.
I'm getting more boxes on the 11th. In the meantime, what is packed already has to get out of the house.
So here I stand, on the edge.
I've never liked confrontations.
I'm hoping leagally he can't put me out in one week. I'm ready to go, I just need the time for the paperwork to be done correctly.
For if it does work the way I want, I'll be free at last.
Free and alone.
I'll keep you updated as I learn more.
I need time on my side now. Or else it will all fall apart. Like a house of cards with a weak base.
I hope I'm doing the right thing.
The clock is ticking now.
We are packing now, what we can. I don't really want to but I'm looking at getting *ANOTHER* freaking storage space on Friday. I have to put my stuff somewhere, while I'm awaiting my fate.
Friday.
A day I was supposed to enjoy. Now has become the day of dread.
In my dream world, I'd be leaving work and going to the WWE show at the St Petersburg Times Forum to enjoy a house show on the DX reunion tour.
In reality, I'm gonna be leaving work to come home to an eviction notice.
I don't know how long I will have once that notice gets posted. Might be 3 days, might be 7.
I need 14.
In 14 days my plans should all come together. In 14 days I should finally break free of this hold that has followed me for 6 years now. The hold called the 'landlord' that keeps kicking me out from place to place.
My landlord here won't give me any more time. He's already given me more than I expected. I didn't even think I'd still be here this long.
This weekend, we are going to clash. He's gonna find out I've been lying to him all along. I never intended to pay this month's rent. I just don't have the money. I need it to move. I've been stringing him along now for almost 3 weeks. He gave me an ultimatum on Saturday. Either pay him on Friday of this week or it's eviction time.
I'm getting more boxes on the 11th. In the meantime, what is packed already has to get out of the house.
So here I stand, on the edge.
I've never liked confrontations.
I'm hoping leagally he can't put me out in one week. I'm ready to go, I just need the time for the paperwork to be done correctly.
For if it does work the way I want, I'll be free at last.
Free and alone.
I'll keep you updated as I learn more.
I need time on my side now. Or else it will all fall apart. Like a house of cards with a weak base.
I hope I'm doing the right thing.