•8:53 PM
Life is a little under the weather for right now. Not completely down, but not where I want to be. Last night was a hard night here where we live. I pay some pretty heafty money to be here, I rent two rooms and pay $800 which does include utilities. It is not that I don't like it here, in fact if it weren't for their son that lives in the basement for the most part things would be really good. But, I've come to find out that you can't find destiny when God is trying to tell you to move on.
I get up at four in the morning because I have to be at work by six. I try to go to bed around nine, which equates for about seven hours of sleep. Seems fine, right? Well, not as of lately. The son that lives here thinks that he rules the house, will pull bass at all hours at night, have people over laughing outside the room and smoking on top of that. Last night when it became around 10:30 I could not take it anymore. I was tired...all I wanted to do was sleep. I went to the owners and asked if they could please tell John to just turn down the bass because all I heard was boom boom boom. She said yes sure. I waited patiently for it to end so I could crash, this went on for another half hour. The next thing I know, I hear laughing and loud voices outside the window. I put the pillow over my ear to try to sound it out. The next thing I start smelling smoke, as it gets stronger I realize it is cigarette smoke! I'm asthmatic and cannot be around cigarette smoke or else I start closing up. I started to cry. I know, it seems what I do when I feel like there is no way out.
Anyway, after another 30 minutes of this went on, I finally went to Margaret and said, I really need to talk to you. I explained to her that I try very hard to treat them with respect, if they are sleeping--I try to make sure that we are quite that the girls are quite and not to make a lot of noise. If they ask me to do something, I do it without a fuss and even go out of my way to do things for them if they need my help. All I want is a little respect. I get up at four, I need to have a good nights sleep just as I would expect myself if they had to get up this early. She says okay. I advised to her if this does not stop I will have to put in my notice for another place...she says okay...just says okay...and then she says, oh I tried to call John about the noise but he didn't answer his phone. When she said this...I was like, what? I knew then it was time for me to go. I guess somewhere between 11:30-12:30 as I'm still up I start hearing slamming door after door downstairs. I guess she expressed my feelings to him, which is okay but then again...I realize I am not dealing with someone who is mature.
I honestly do not want to move but everyone that I talk to says God is telling me it is time to go. Time to move on to bigger and better things. I'm just tired of moving around. I want to stay put for once. It seems it is all I ever do is roam around looking for a place to call home.
On to another subject, I have an appointment with my doctor next week on Wednesday to talk about the MRI. He says I will need a referral so I need to bring my records to me and see if Healthnet will approve the referral. We shall see what happens and I am hoping for the best.
I get up at four in the morning because I have to be at work by six. I try to go to bed around nine, which equates for about seven hours of sleep. Seems fine, right? Well, not as of lately. The son that lives here thinks that he rules the house, will pull bass at all hours at night, have people over laughing outside the room and smoking on top of that. Last night when it became around 10:30 I could not take it anymore. I was tired...all I wanted to do was sleep. I went to the owners and asked if they could please tell John to just turn down the bass because all I heard was boom boom boom. She said yes sure. I waited patiently for it to end so I could crash, this went on for another half hour. The next thing I know, I hear laughing and loud voices outside the window. I put the pillow over my ear to try to sound it out. The next thing I start smelling smoke, as it gets stronger I realize it is cigarette smoke! I'm asthmatic and cannot be around cigarette smoke or else I start closing up. I started to cry. I know, it seems what I do when I feel like there is no way out.
Anyway, after another 30 minutes of this went on, I finally went to Margaret and said, I really need to talk to you. I explained to her that I try very hard to treat them with respect, if they are sleeping--I try to make sure that we are quite that the girls are quite and not to make a lot of noise. If they ask me to do something, I do it without a fuss and even go out of my way to do things for them if they need my help. All I want is a little respect. I get up at four, I need to have a good nights sleep just as I would expect myself if they had to get up this early. She says okay. I advised to her if this does not stop I will have to put in my notice for another place...she says okay...just says okay...and then she says, oh I tried to call John about the noise but he didn't answer his phone. When she said this...I was like, what? I knew then it was time for me to go. I guess somewhere between 11:30-12:30 as I'm still up I start hearing slamming door after door downstairs. I guess she expressed my feelings to him, which is okay but then again...I realize I am not dealing with someone who is mature.
I honestly do not want to move but everyone that I talk to says God is telling me it is time to go. Time to move on to bigger and better things. I'm just tired of moving around. I want to stay put for once. It seems it is all I ever do is roam around looking for a place to call home.
On to another subject, I have an appointment with my doctor next week on Wednesday to talk about the MRI. He says I will need a referral so I need to bring my records to me and see if Healthnet will approve the referral. We shall see what happens and I am hoping for the best.
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