I am in a spectacularly bad mood right now.
For one, I just finished cleaning toilets. Multiple toilets. Toilets without the Teflon coating that keep shit from sticking on them. That is to say, toilets with dried shit stuck to them. Exactly why this is my job, I am unsure, because (and this is a detail that no one really wishes to know) my shit is not runny enough to stick to the side of a toilet.
I am also in a bad mood because I have to wake up early tomorrow to go to some stupid job-searching seminar held by the Texas Workforce Commission. I already *know* how to apply for jobs. I know that I am supposed to network, and I know that I am supposed to follow up on resumes that I send out. None of this is news to me. But I am expected to go because, as is so frequently pointed out to me, I have nothing better to do.
And last but not least, I am pissed the FUCK off because I received the news today that my “landlord” (ie, my roommate’s mother who lives out of state) has decided to sell the house and is exercising the 30 days with written notice clause in our lease. I JUST FINISHED MOVING. Almost entirely by myself. IN TRASH BAGS. And now I am being asked to move again for absolutely no good reason that I am aware of. Something was mentioned about an excessively high electric bill, which I find ludicrous because:
- it is fucking HOT in here most of the time
- We have only been here two weeks (meaning that whatever bill is being bitched about was run up before we moved in
- We offered to throw in extra money for the electric bill.
I really don’t get it. And it’s not even like our roommate made the decision. His mom, from whom he was supposed to be *buying* the house, decided to sell it AT A LOSS instead of continue renting it to her OWN SON and a responsible adult couple (that being us).
This woman and I are going to have words. My words will probably be strong. Because I really don’t fucking need this bullshit.
