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Well life just stinks, doesn't it? Sometimes I wonder what all the fuss is about. If you're reading this, I am totally flabbergasted, because nobody on this whole stinkin' planet reads my journal, so leave me a comment and prove to me that there is life out there.
Perhaps by this time you've read my last entry (aha, but only if you are one of my "friends", sorry I told LJ to only allow Friends access to it), and if not, well, go ahead and do that now. Just so that I don't have to go repeating myself. Go on, I'll wait. Or navigate off to another page, whatever you like. Since it's been up for 5 days and nobody has bothered to comment on it, maybe I'll set it to "Everyone", just to see whether complete strangers have more to say about the entry than my "friends and family". It really wouldn't surprise me if they did, since complete strangers seem to have more time to devote to communicating than my "friends and family" do.
Back yet? Up to speed? Good. So here's the newest kick in the solar plexus: My boss Prim decided on Wednesday of last week that I had "abandoned" my job and he's cancelled my contract. Oh, he told us to take 2 weeks off work to have some time to ourselves, but really he just wanted to can us, because he didn't just have someone do the runs for us during the 2 weeks, he gave our run away permanently. He had told us to call back on the Friday of the 2nd week, but when Paul did call him, he said he didn't have anything for us now.
I am probably missing some details and confusing the order it all happened, but basically here it is:
Paul had called Dwight, I guess he could be called our supervisor, on the Tuesday when all the crap was hitting the fan, and Dwight told him to just take care of me and the boys. He sent Paul a text that night around 10pm, asking what was going on. Wednesday afternoon when Paul saw it, he sent Dwight a text (we were still in the hospital, so he wasn't even supposed to be using the cell phone at all), explaining that we were losing Amy, but that we couldn't afford to take too much time off, and that he would be back to work on Monday morning. Dwight responded that Paul should call Prim as soon as possible, whereupon Prim said to take 2 weeks off, and call him on the Friday. And so here we are jobless, mostly.
With no other work for us, we're back to doing food deliveries to make some money, and trying to get the house on Carling shovelled out so we can move in there because the place we're in now is toxic. The people here hate us and our next-door-neighbour stands in front of our unit cursing at us because she can (perhaps I'll rant -- I mean blog -- about this sometime in the future, but for now it's really the LEAST of what is stressing me out). I hate this place, and I want to leave, but with almost no income, we are very limited as to what we can do.
The house seems like the best option, since it's rent-free (except for the 2-3 years' back taxes owing on it, that is), but over the winter the bathroom toilet pipe froze and burst causing some really bad damage to the kitchen ceiling (it fell down, with a bunch of plaster, wood and insulation). The basement has 4 more burst pipes, and it is still full of Janet Wrigley's stuff; Liz had given her plenty of warning that she was going to be moving, but it's all still there, so it's up to me to dispose of it. There are dressers, about a million plastic storage bins, a broken filing cabinet full of photos and old tax papers, boxes of books, junk, crap, furniture, garbage, mouse poop, clothes, dust and dirt all through the house. Because of the broken pipe, there was some water damage to the walls, so the paint and plaster is peeling off through the bathroom, hallways, kitchen and dining room. Even the old claw-foot tub has the enamel peeling off the sides of it. The backyard is overflowing with weeds higher than my head, except for the two sides where the neighbours have each mowed a strip along our side of the fence, purely for their own benefit to TRY to keep the weeds at bay. Last time we were there we found that someone has started "storing" stuff on the property, namely 3 broken bicycles, a radio, a rusty PS3, a backpack full of food (margerine, coffee, flour??) but the police told us that the bicycles hadn't been reported stolen, and that it was normal that a house which is unoccupied quickly becomes a trash collector. At least none of the weeds in that yard are the illegal kind!! Paul is having to drive to Toronto early in the day to get some work done, then drive home in time to start food deliveries at 4pm. I stay home to take Colin to school, but there's only another week and a half until that's over, so we'll all be making the trip back and forth every day until the house is in some kind of livable condition.
So much fun. Mom and Liz have both washed their hands of the house, for various reasons I'm not going to get into right now, so Paul and I will be doing the best we can to do it all by ourselves. Nothing unusual there. Maybe I should have lived my life in a less independant manner, so I would have lots of friends to call on to ask for help, but then again I've been disappointed more than once when I asked other for help. Something simple, like "wake me up at 4pm so I can have a shower before work" or "can you watch the boys for me?" leaves me with dirty hair and my kids sleeping in the hospital room with me.
Perhaps by this time you've read my last entry (aha, but only if you are one of my "friends", sorry I told LJ to only allow Friends access to it), and if not, well, go ahead and do that now. Just so that I don't have to go repeating myself. Go on, I'll wait. Or navigate off to another page, whatever you like. Since it's been up for 5 days and nobody has bothered to comment on it, maybe I'll set it to "Everyone", just to see whether complete strangers have more to say about the entry than my "friends and family". It really wouldn't surprise me if they did, since complete strangers seem to have more time to devote to communicating than my "friends and family" do.
Back yet? Up to speed? Good. So here's the newest kick in the solar plexus: My boss Prim decided on Wednesday of last week that I had "abandoned" my job and he's cancelled my contract. Oh, he told us to take 2 weeks off work to have some time to ourselves, but really he just wanted to can us, because he didn't just have someone do the runs for us during the 2 weeks, he gave our run away permanently. He had told us to call back on the Friday of the 2nd week, but when Paul did call him, he said he didn't have anything for us now.
I am probably missing some details and confusing the order it all happened, but basically here it is:
Paul had called Dwight, I guess he could be called our supervisor, on the Tuesday when all the crap was hitting the fan, and Dwight told him to just take care of me and the boys. He sent Paul a text that night around 10pm, asking what was going on. Wednesday afternoon when Paul saw it, he sent Dwight a text (we were still in the hospital, so he wasn't even supposed to be using the cell phone at all), explaining that we were losing Amy, but that we couldn't afford to take too much time off, and that he would be back to work on Monday morning. Dwight responded that Paul should call Prim as soon as possible, whereupon Prim said to take 2 weeks off, and call him on the Friday. And so here we are jobless, mostly.
With no other work for us, we're back to doing food deliveries to make some money, and trying to get the house on Carling shovelled out so we can move in there because the place we're in now is toxic. The people here hate us and our next-door-neighbour stands in front of our unit cursing at us because she can (perhaps I'll rant -- I mean blog -- about this sometime in the future, but for now it's really the LEAST of what is stressing me out). I hate this place, and I want to leave, but with almost no income, we are very limited as to what we can do.
The house seems like the best option, since it's rent-free (except for the 2-3 years' back taxes owing on it, that is), but over the winter the bathroom toilet pipe froze and burst causing some really bad damage to the kitchen ceiling (it fell down, with a bunch of plaster, wood and insulation). The basement has 4 more burst pipes, and it is still full of Janet Wrigley's stuff; Liz had given her plenty of warning that she was going to be moving, but it's all still there, so it's up to me to dispose of it. There are dressers, about a million plastic storage bins, a broken filing cabinet full of photos and old tax papers, boxes of books, junk, crap, furniture, garbage, mouse poop, clothes, dust and dirt all through the house. Because of the broken pipe, there was some water damage to the walls, so the paint and plaster is peeling off through the bathroom, hallways, kitchen and dining room. Even the old claw-foot tub has the enamel peeling off the sides of it. The backyard is overflowing with weeds higher than my head, except for the two sides where the neighbours have each mowed a strip along our side of the fence, purely for their own benefit to TRY to keep the weeds at bay. Last time we were there we found that someone has started "storing" stuff on the property, namely 3 broken bicycles, a radio, a rusty PS3, a backpack full of food (margerine, coffee, flour??) but the police told us that the bicycles hadn't been reported stolen, and that it was normal that a house which is unoccupied quickly becomes a trash collector. At least none of the weeds in that yard are the illegal kind!! Paul is having to drive to Toronto early in the day to get some work done, then drive home in time to start food deliveries at 4pm. I stay home to take Colin to school, but there's only another week and a half until that's over, so we'll all be making the trip back and forth every day until the house is in some kind of livable condition.
So much fun. Mom and Liz have both washed their hands of the house, for various reasons I'm not going to get into right now, so Paul and I will be doing the best we can to do it all by ourselves. Nothing unusual there. Maybe I should have lived my life in a less independant manner, so I would have lots of friends to call on to ask for help, but then again I've been disappointed more than once when I asked other for help. Something simple, like "wake me up at 4pm so I can have a shower before work" or "can you watch the boys for me?" leaves me with dirty hair and my kids sleeping in the hospital room with me.