I haven't really forgotten about this blog, it's just I've
been in a bit of a slump/depression call it what you will. A year, four months, and a week ago I was
pissing and moaning about the fact that I moved into my parent's prefab-house
(aka the rat shack). A lot of things
have happened since then. I gave up
trying to fix the place after a list of repairs that cost me a pretty penny and
then found out the floors were rotting just inside the front door under the linoleum. Work was going some what well other than the
fact that I wasn't being paid enough. And
I'm talking living wage here nothing way above the norm.
It was only a few months later in august 2012 that I met my
new boyfriend through the karaoke friends I hang with. A 300 pound ex-trucker/biker club member, His
road name is "Viking" but his real name is Tony. He has this thing about flashing his face out
on the internet, so I won't. Things
between us have gone a bit on the cool side in the last 3 months. And have only gotten worse because I was
laid-off work over 4 weeks ago.
In March of this year my sister who was currently living in Ohio
told me that she hated living there and that her husband was looking for work
back here in Washington State
and that she wanted to move into the rat shack that I was now living in. I was fine with that, I could move out and
someone would still be here to look after mom and dad. So in July of this year I got on the waiting
list for the apartment complex I use to live in. I didn't have long to wait I got a move in
date of September 20th.
Then my world crumbled around me. September 19, just one day before I was to
pick up the keys to my apartment, at 8am I and 9 other people were brought into
the company conference room and summarily told you're laid-off. We were given
no advance warning - just boom - get your stuff and get off the property. I couldn't move back into the house, my severance
pay amounted to one month's wages (roughly 1,600.) Only enough to get the phone, electric, and
cable turned on - the partial and one full month's rent. So I couldn't move
into the apartment either. I was
essentially unemployed and homeless all within the span of 2 days. I was given little choice, the only option I
had was to put every thing I owned except the bare essentials in storage and
move into my old bedroom back into the mold and insect infested basement of my parents home I
escaped from 3 years ago.
I've been living in "The Cave" as I call it for a
little over a week now. And as I said depression
is starting to sink its teeth into me.
I've found my old "Birds of a Feather" project and have
started working on it again to keep my mind occupied. I was going to post a progress picture, but
when I finally found my camera I discovered the battery was dead so it needs to
be recharged. I'll post it some time tomorrow,
well in this case later today as I've just noticed that it's now after midnight.
Whether or not someone actually reads this it was still therapeutic
to get it out and down on paper.
Works In Progress
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