Well happy freaking birthday to me.
Got a call and a vague yet urgent message from the property manager at quarter after 8 AM today. Spent 90 minutes fending off a panic attack trying to get hold of him to find out what was going on, because his phone line was going to the answering service until 9 am, and then he was not in the office and I had to wait for a callback.
The landlord is putting the place on the market. I need to take time off work to let a realtor in to take pictures of the place, and then more time off work to let random people wander around in it whenever they feel like it. I've been through this crap twice before and the situation pretty much triples my regular anxiety levels. I really don't need that, especially considering tax season is in more than full swing and I'm already drowning trying to keep up with the crap at work.
In short, I'm probably going to move rather than put up with this bullshit again. Somehow.
Happy freaking birthday. :-P
In other news, I see some much happier birthday greetings in my inbox! Thank you guys, I'll be reading and responding to you later tonight probably. :-)
The landlord is putting the place on the market. I need to take time off work to let a realtor in to take pictures of the place, and then more time off work to let random people wander around in it whenever they feel like it. I've been through this crap twice before and the situation pretty much triples my regular anxiety levels. I really don't need that, especially considering tax season is in more than full swing and I'm already drowning trying to keep up with the crap at work.
In short, I'm probably going to move rather than put up with this bullshit again. Somehow.
Happy freaking birthday. :-P
In other news, I see some much happier birthday greetings in my inbox! Thank you guys, I'll be reading and responding to you later tonight probably. :-)