cabbitzilla

I've had a few tentative questions about my last post, so let me address them
Six months ago I moved out of the two bedroom apartment that'd previously been shared with Megan and into a one bedroom unit on the other end of the complex. There'd been a lot of discussion and tearing out of hair and the whole biblical sackcloth and ashes thing going on for nearly three months as to whether I could afford it, but the answer had come out a positive. The numbers didn't have a lot of give in them, but they did work. Or so I thought. The rampaging force that is my electric and natural gas bill has completely destroyed my carefully built and triple-checked tables. A one bedroom apartment should NOT be using $300+ each month in power... but each month it's right around that mark instead of the $200 - $210 that'd been budgeted. The other apartment only had $220/month power bills.

There've been a dozen other contributing factors to this; any one of them would've been a minor speed bump, but all of them on TOP of the power bill has been devastating. The bottom line is that I'm routinely $175 - $250 in the red every month since I moved last. That's a problem of catastrophic proportions for me. :/ Thus far I've stayed afloat thanks to some very dear friends, but this nonsense with me begging money from every kind soul within 10,000 miles has got to stop.

Tail end of last week, I got an email from my mother with an idea/suggestion/offer that would solve the bulk of the financial hemorrhaging. Yesterday I went and looked at a mobile home that had come up for sale in the community my mom lives in, and chatted for a bit with the park manager. While that particular unit simply wasn't suitable, there're three more that'll be coming up available over the next couple months. The first one within mom's 'investment budget' that's suitable will become my new home. The leasing office here at Autumn Crest (the apartment complex) is aware of things, and there -is- a way to end the lease without repercussions. It's simply a matter of hanging on until a trailer opens up that's in decent shape.

That's where things get a bit dodgy. My bank accounts are damned near empty; I'm quite literally one paycheck from disaster, clinging to the edge and praying things sort out -soon-. With all the dashing back and forth while my grandfather was ill, followed by even more running around for the funeral matters, I've pretty much burned every spare cent I had in gasoline. I can't even afford to have cobwebs in my purse. I'm probably going to be a bit volatile until this is resolved; if I'm acting too much an ass, please try to forgive. I'm doing my damnedest to reign in my venomous tongue, but I'm a long way from perfect. :/ In the meantime, those of you that're the praying types are officially invited to include me in said communique's should you feel so inclined.

In the midst of all of this, my performance review at the college was yesterday morning. I got high marks in competence and knowledge, rough marks on follow through, and abysmal results on my efforts to lock down my mood swings. I've been formally asked to try harder. Which basically means 'act happy even if it kills you'... not my strongest suit. I'm giving it the 'old college try', though; I like my job and would prefer to -KEEP- it. My boss is a great lady, and is probably the very best boss I've ever had.

Anyway, that's what's going on, for them what's wondered what fer. I'm going to go curl up with a book for a bit. G'nite.