Catching Up

I know it’s been a few days since I last wrote. Things have been extremely difficult. I’m not sure if I said this before, but I have been completely unable to lift a finger in getting my aunt moved in. I guess it’s depression. I just haven’t been able to do a thing. A very, very nice person ( Mrs. E ) moved things in my house to help get things ready for my aunt’s stuff to be moved in. I have been a “nin-come-poop.” Mrs. E’s son had some friends who agreed to get my aunt moved in “on the cheap.” They had to cut it into 3 days over this past week. ( Due to my un-readiness ) It was finally all accomplished yesterday. I had to get a storage facility, at the tune of $149 for the initial set up, and it will be $95 a month there after. My uncle said that he didn’t want us getting a storage facility. I can see his point---he didn’t say this but I know it’s what he was thinking---when will things ever pick up for me that I can get a big house and my aunt possibly getting another house? ( My aunt has never been happy in an apartment and doesn’t want to part with anything. ) I also had to pay for some things I didn’t necessarily want to the other day. I have a credit card that needs to be paid so I can get some more money out of it. I had a great meeting with a principal at a charter school on Thursday. She said she’d call me if they had enough kids for me to work with who had IEPs ( Individual Educational Plans ). I haven’t heard anything but just put a call into her. Not sure if I could still have a job with the advertising publication. They call it a magazine, and I don’t really see it being a magazine. It has a glossy front and glossy ads, but I tend to think of a magazine as something with information in it. I emailed the manager over the weekend and she said she’d check and see with human resources if I could start again---she wasn’t happy I had to take the day off (to get my aunt moved in) after I started and then, well, I wasn’t feeling well the next day. I felt like a complete unprofessional. Complete “uncouth” person. I’m waiting on the principal at the school to call me back. My “new” bedroom doesn’t look bad and my “old” bedroom, which my aunt has now, doesn’t look bad either. I just have a family room with stuff piled up and a living room with stuff in it that shouldn’t be in it. And, I don’t know where my next earned dollar is coming from. Cindy