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Well, anyone who's already having a bad day should probably switch over to the comics page now, because here comes another downer entry: the other shoe got slid under our door this afternoon in the form of a 'pay up or get out' notice. One does question their timing, considering that everyone in the city is going begging for tenants and the building's half-empty, but perhaps the theory is that with interest rates on their way back up along with the unemployment rate people will begin losing their homes left and right and have to go back to renting... I wish them joy of it if the worst does happen, when they discover that the REASON we're paying the cheapest rate in the building is that this unit they're so slavering to get a higher rent for is the one unit that hasn't been renovated since 1957... I'd bet it would sit unrented for a year, so where in the end does that get them, when the current tenant does at least TRY to keep up with the rent?
At any rate, this is pretty well the last straw stress-wise, so I have no idea where things will be going from here...
I've decided for the sake of my own mental state to start screening the comments page, because I don't need the additional hassle from anonymous random strangers during this period; so if you're thinking to grandstand about my situation for the sake of annoying my legitimate readers, be warned and take it elsewhere. I don't LIKE having to be dictatorial about this, because I do believe in letting people make fools of their own damn selves if they're so inclined, but some comments were becoming increasingly inappropriate to the subject matter and the other readers don't deserve that.
I will endeavor to keep this journal updated with details when and as I can. Mum has already been consulting a bankruptcy lawyer, so that may affect the overall picture in some way; in any case I should know more by next week. And I can't help but wonder whether '5 days' is next Tuesday, or '5 BUSINESS days' -- if it's the former then I consider it quite dreadful of them to have launched this action on a Thursday. But then, aside from the generosity of the Mac community regarding Griff's situation, I have generally come to expect dreadfulness of people, it seems to be in my nature to expect the worst of everything. At least that way sometimes I'm pleasantly surprised...
I really don't mean to be such a downer in these pages, or screens as the case may be, but it's been the Month From Hell around here and if ever there was a time to let go and vent, it's now. I do hope that I will be able to resume more regular programming sometime within the next century; there ARE things that I would much rather be writing about here than this, believe me, but it seems as if silence and a sudden disappearance would be more disruptive overall than these progress reports, however upsetting they get.
Mum will be home shortly (and I would reslly like to know how it is in this world that one can work 12-hour days and still not have the rent -- although in retrospect the amount we're behind adds up to one single episode of car repairs two years ago, so it's not entirely as if this rent would be beyond our means in normal circumstances, I suppose) -- and I am of two minds, being at the library just now, as to whether to rush home to be on hand to comfort her, or give her some time to collect herself before I get in. I suppose at this point I've probably opted for the latter. About which I feel dreadful, but I know that there's nothing I can do to help. I hope she'll have the sense to calm down and start going over the itemized list of 'payments received' they (finally) provided to match it against her own records, BEFORE she has the hysterics...
The irony of this situation, in light of recent events in this journal? The amount of the overdue rent comes out to roughly the price of a flat-screen iMac. This seems significant somehow, although I'm too tired to pontificate about it.
At any rate, this is pretty well the last straw stress-wise, so I have no idea where things will be going from here...
I've decided for the sake of my own mental state to start screening the comments page, because I don't need the additional hassle from anonymous random strangers during this period; so if you're thinking to grandstand about my situation for the sake of annoying my legitimate readers, be warned and take it elsewhere. I don't LIKE having to be dictatorial about this, because I do believe in letting people make fools of their own damn selves if they're so inclined, but some comments were becoming increasingly inappropriate to the subject matter and the other readers don't deserve that.
I will endeavor to keep this journal updated with details when and as I can. Mum has already been consulting a bankruptcy lawyer, so that may affect the overall picture in some way; in any case I should know more by next week. And I can't help but wonder whether '5 days' is next Tuesday, or '5 BUSINESS days' -- if it's the former then I consider it quite dreadful of them to have launched this action on a Thursday. But then, aside from the generosity of the Mac community regarding Griff's situation, I have generally come to expect dreadfulness of people, it seems to be in my nature to expect the worst of everything. At least that way sometimes I'm pleasantly surprised...
I really don't mean to be such a downer in these pages, or screens as the case may be, but it's been the Month From Hell around here and if ever there was a time to let go and vent, it's now. I do hope that I will be able to resume more regular programming sometime within the next century; there ARE things that I would much rather be writing about here than this, believe me, but it seems as if silence and a sudden disappearance would be more disruptive overall than these progress reports, however upsetting they get.
Mum will be home shortly (and I would reslly like to know how it is in this world that one can work 12-hour days and still not have the rent -- although in retrospect the amount we're behind adds up to one single episode of car repairs two years ago, so it's not entirely as if this rent would be beyond our means in normal circumstances, I suppose) -- and I am of two minds, being at the library just now, as to whether to rush home to be on hand to comfort her, or give her some time to collect herself before I get in. I suppose at this point I've probably opted for the latter. About which I feel dreadful, but I know that there's nothing I can do to help. I hope she'll have the sense to calm down and start going over the itemized list of 'payments received' they (finally) provided to match it against her own records, BEFORE she has the hysterics...
The irony of this situation, in light of recent events in this journal? The amount of the overdue rent comes out to roughly the price of a flat-screen iMac. This seems significant somehow, although I'm too tired to pontificate about it.