That's it, I'm screwed. You won't see me hanging around at all by the first week of May. My sister said she could afford to send me some money bur didn't say how much and I didn't ask, not when someone says I'll send what I can afford. She's been an RN for a long time and makes around $125K a year but she cleans houses on the side to make ends meet so I didn't get my hopes up too high. So, I crossed my fingers and waited, hoping it might be at least $200 to $500 and buy me a little time. She could only send $80 which means I now have $105 in the bank. It's going to take at least $40 to fill my tank and my cell bill is due on 5/5. I don't have enough money for both so I'm going to have to let the cell go. Might be able to stop in McDonald's here and there with my laptop to use their wifi but keeping that thing charged in a vehicle will be next to impossible.
In the meantime, I've been asking around for someone that may be able to put my dog and I up for awhile until I find work. Back in August and September I was scouring the area for apartments in the area either they had no vacancies or the rent was ridiculous, plus they didn't allow pets. Got hopeful when one place maybe a 1/4 mile from here said no vacancies and a two month wait list, I said put me on it. Two months came and went, they never called. Then it's the middle of November and I'm stuck. Job market is crap that time of year here so I just kept paying bills. Been looking for work ever since but the longer I go between jobs, the harder it gets. It doesn't help that I walked out on the last place I worked because they started scheduling me later than my requested hours. I guess they've pulled the same stunt with other people because their turnover rate is asinine. The last job I had before that was late 2016 when I worked at ND but that was seasonal. No, after that, I worked for UPS but that was a short lived, seasonal job for the Christmas season.
Meanwhile, I'm stuck with these white trash morons that curse and fight all the time, the one teenager(16) calls his parents a MFer or bitch or both. They let his girlfriend hang out here, they're in the bedroom across from me and fvck around until 2:30 in the morning or later. Then he gives them a hard time, like this morning and he's late again. He's got a juvy record and if he doesn't go to school, he has to report to the JJC. It wasn't as bad back in the fall when he had to wear an ankle monitor but after that was removed, it went downhill and he became an arrogant little MFer who thinks his shit don't stink. Go across the hall to use the bathroom and I can smell pot in the hall.
Plus, they brought four dogs with them and two of them had big litters so at one point there were 23 dogs and puppies running around. None of them are trained so they crap and piss all over the house. Bark all fricking hours of the day and I have to carry my dog out when he has to go to the bathroom or they gang up on him and he's just a 25 pound terrier. Since I'm not working I spend 90% of my time in the room I've been in for over a couple of years, sleeping in a recliner. Had to start that when I worked at ND, had to get up at 5AM and didn't want to disturb Vicky or the dog that early. Just got to be a habit after awhile.
Then yesterday, my cousin suggests I call this guy Ralph that she and her husband went to school with back in the late 60s. I knew him through them but hadn't heard from him in a long time because he quit FB. He lives in Davenport Iowa which is doable in 4,5 hours from here so I figured what the hell. I talked to him for about an hour last night but evidently he moved out of his trailer into assisted living which made me wonder why she suggested calling him. What's the point?
I had an offer from this little old widow on FB from Hobart(90 miles) that likes to take people in because she gets lonely. I didn't really know her because she just follows my posts so I balked but changed my mind a couple of days later. The previous day she had taken in a young couple so there was no room in Betty's Inn. That was a couple of months ago.
So, it looks like I will be living out of my SUV with my dog until I run out of gas or money unless I stumble across something around here.
I mentioned my situation that prick that I let move in and he said I needed to find a job. Well no shit, Sherlock but even if this one place I applied at had hired me and started me on Monday, I wouldn't see a check for two weeks(Most jobs) and by that time I'd be broke. I was telling him some of this and he just chuckles like it's a joke. I was really starting to get pissed off, especially after he said I needed to come up with some money to stick around after I told him how much I had left. MFer brings home around $700 a week but I never said shit when he had an excuse every goddamn month for not contributing to bills.
Sooo, in the meantime I've been looking into shelters and halfway houses around here. My first instinct when I found out about the life insurance was to bug the fuck out but I was executor of the estate so I stuck it out because I thought I owed it to her as a friend, which I gave up after awhile and passed on to her sister when some in her biological family started grumbling about non-family running the show, even though I've known them over twenty years.
This shit has been like living in an episode of The Twilight Zone with Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe as script contributors. Trying to sell a few things that I bought when I thought I would get into an apartment without much luck. Figured even a couple hundred dollars more would buy me some time and maybe I could pull off the N.O. move.
Started having morbid dreams around a month ago about bad shit happening to me, so between those waking me up and the Simpsons I haven't had a decent night's sleep in literally months.That and the dickhead kids slamming doors in the middle of the night or their mongrels barking all night long, stirring my dog up. I guess you could refer to every living creature outside of this room as a mongrel. There had to be some inbreeding along the way, and I don't mean just the dogs.
Anyway, I can still hang around here now and then if I can figure out a way to pay off my cell phone bill. There's a nice little old lady next door that would probably help out, maybe even take us in but her son lives there too and he doesn't like dogs. Plus, their yard isn't fenced.
I couldn't make this shit up.if I tried.