May May go away - please don't come back another day.

To say this month has been hard is like saying the universe is large. Ok, well maybe I’m being a little over dramatic, and maybe I’m a little pms’y – but I need to get this out. I haven’t been journaling much lately and all my frustrations are building and I just feel angry all the time – so this is me getting it all out.

So my month started with the possibility of getting a new job only to have that pulled out from beneath me. There’s still the intention of hiring me on from this person, but at this point I’m not holding my breath. I’m still looking at other options but I don’t think there’s much I can do until I get back from Russia.

Why am I leaving yet another job you might be asking yourself. . . well there are several reasons.

1. It’s in Brookshire – AKA – beyond Egypt, or over 30 miles one way with a toll each way. The gas and tolls are killing me. And While moving to where we moved to helped to get us off the toll – I still have about $3 a day going to and from work. Oh and have I mentioned that gas is killing me!!!

2. My brain is dying. I’m so bored with what I’m doing that I can literally feel my brain cells dying of boredom. I read technical jargon all day and move excel lines. . . Nothing challenging and nothing new except for the occasional special project.

3. There is no standard from or for anyone. What is right for one person is not right for another, and the quality of work expected from one person is not the same as for someone else. You may turn in work one day that is exceptional to one person and then turn in the exact same report to someone else (many times even the same person) another day and it’s full of terrible horrible no good very bad mistakes. Who can work like that.

Without boring anyone more I’ll leave it at that. So while I would love to have another job to go to before Russia I have a feeling I’ll be back afterwards. At least at that point I can seriously look.

Then it turned to, well actually happening at the same time we were dealing with the retired lady above our apt.

Here’s a little history. We have three dogs. I have one and my sister has two. One of the reasons we moved to this complex was so we could be on the bottom floor. Yes the limit is only 2 dogs. I know this, I realize there are rules for a reason, and no I don’t need people commenting that we shouldn’t have gotten three dogs at one time .. . . all this I know.

SOOOO anyways – on to the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us.

As I previously mentioned the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us is retired and sleeps all day. She hasn’t learned that NIGHT TIME is when you’re supposed to sleep – but whatever. And the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us doesn’t own a tv or radio so it’s absolutely silent in her apt. No little noise makers, no little water fountain things. . .nothing. So what does the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us have to do other than complain. And she does. FIRST the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us stomps on our ceiling to get our dogs barking (this I’ve personally heard on many occasions while I’ve been home during the week). The terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us antagonizes our dogs and then complains about it. So much so that they are now having to move us! When the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us first started complaining (on the FIRST DAY WE WERE THERE) we went out and got muzzles and a sonic noise maker to help with the barking – but this was not good enough for the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us. No – she says they STILL bark and it’s causing her heart issues and she’s going to have to go to the emergency room for it. It’s stressing that poor old terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us so much that her health is in peril. So it was either the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us move or us move. The complex asked the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us if she wanted to move- and as expected she didn’t want to – so we’re forced to move.

This is where it gets good. NOT.

So when we signed the lease we only signed on two of our dogs, and didn’t tell them about the third. But the last time they barked they were all barking and all three were heard by a leasing consultant. She confronted Rachel who confirmed we were in fact breaking the rules by having three dogs. So then because of the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us and all her complaining and antagonizing, and since we were found out – we were given an ultimatum. We either move out of Camden completely or we get rid of one of the dogs. This stirred up MANY hateful feelings in me for several reasons. There are other leasing consultants who live in the complex who ALSO have THREE dogs and yet they can live there, and the fact that there was no way we could afford to NOT live at Camden where we get the discount.

So the third bad thing that happened this month was me having to find a new home for Duke. Have I mentioned I’m harboring some MAJOR BAD FEELINGS for the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us!! Again I realize we were in the wrong in the first place, but we had NO ISSUES for the year prior at our old apt. It was only because the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us is home all day with nothing better to do that to antagonize our dogs.

So when I found this out yesterday I immediately went to Laura, the girl I got him from- and within five minutes (literally) she had three people interested. Hopefully one of them will work out. She has vouched for them and I trust her so I know he’ll be going to a good home – I’m just very sad and again ticked off at the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady above us.

Some of you may be wondering why I have to get rid of Duke and why Rach can’t get rid of one of her dogs. Well the answer is this. Actually let me make this perfectly clear first – Rachel absolutely, positively did NOT make me get rid of Duke. In fact she was trying to find any other solution possible to make it work to where we keep him. She knew and said over and over, I can’t make you get rid of him when I’m not willing to get rid of any of my dogs.

So the reasons I decided to find a new home for Duke. He was the one who barked the most and was the most destructive (though he’s gotten much much better).

So within the month of May I have had and lost a new potential job, will have to move and get rid of my dog, and have had to deal with the terrible horrible no good very bad retired lady upstairs.

June – please be better!!!!