Have been in new house total about 48 hours now. Fuzz has been sleeping with me as usual though for the first 12hrs or so he wouldn't come out of one or another closet. He seems to be okay for the most part now, though still looks around fearfully from time to time. I have yet to see him eat anything, though he has used the new litter box. He'll get there.
Tomorrow I go back to Gainesville to clean up the old house and hand back the key to my landlady. Ah well. Everything changes.
I've arranged the room that shall be the new Fortress of Solitude for the most part, though I have not yet arranged the source books, crystals, whatnot. Magazine carts, video and book drawers are all in attendance. Debating hanging the dragon picture in there.
Will need a stepladder for kitchen. All cabinets are just too high for me to use more than the lowest shelf and I need more space than that.
Am writing this from local library since do not yet have DSL turned on at the house. A bit miffed they seem to be filtering content and cutting off downloads, mutilating several of my podcasts. I guess it doesn't occur to them that some of us are new in town and this is the only 'net we've had in 3 days and we've gone thru all our previously saved podcasts. Also, why would they care if I'm reading FF.net? Or Keira Marcos's site? Thought it was just a glitch until I tried FF.net, then MrsHammill's site. None of them loaded. Yet MrsHammill's dreamwidth site loaded. Kinda hinky. :-b
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Showing posts with label Migration2010. Show all posts
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6/30/2010
6/25/2010
So yesterday I went to Jonesboro and signed the lease.
The money came in but instead of the $4500 I was expecting it was $2900. They apparently took out taxes, etc. Still, I'll pay Mom back the money she loaned me, I'll get moved in. Set up all the utilities today though the gas company won't have my gas turned on until July 6th. So it'll be cold showers until then. Joy.
It's a nice house though. Mom is panicking because Aunt Janice told her Jonesboro has the highest crime rate in Atlanta. I'm not sure what she expected me to do about it. I have to take the job. If I refused it I'd lose unemployment for refusing a job. I guess she wanted me to move to a nicer section of town but how was I to know what's a "nicer section of town"? This house is one good sized room larger and yet rent is $25 less than what I"m paying here. As far as I'm concerned it's comparable to what I have here. And anyway I'm not racist like she is, I don't particularly care if there are blacks and Muslims all around me. It looks like I'm going to be surrounded by black people at the place where I'll be working, my Postmaster is black, so it's either I live with it or I'm out on the street homeless and jobless. Personally, I don't care. I'm a single, white, childless, female-with-gender-issues science-fiction writer and fan. Just being myself puts me in so many minority groups I could apply for recognition as my own tribe.
The blacks and the Muslims got their own schtick. Leave them to it.
Anyway, I'm being moved on Monday. Power and hopefully water will be on by then. DSL may be waiting for me when I get there Tuesday.
So I'm sitting here just being glad the money came in even if it wasn't what I was expecting, when the realtor who's dealing with my house in Ft. O sends me an e-mail saying GMAC wants me to send in paycheck stubs, tax records, etc. I sent him an answer back asking when they need this in since I'm moving on Monday and I won't be able to get to it until Wednesday at the very earliest. Then in talking to Nate he was wondering why they needed such from the SELLER of the house. So I sent another e-mail asking for clarification.
The pile just keeps getting deeper.
I think once I'm back at work and my health insurance is back I'm going to look for a therapist.
The money came in but instead of the $4500 I was expecting it was $2900. They apparently took out taxes, etc. Still, I'll pay Mom back the money she loaned me, I'll get moved in. Set up all the utilities today though the gas company won't have my gas turned on until July 6th. So it'll be cold showers until then. Joy.
It's a nice house though. Mom is panicking because Aunt Janice told her Jonesboro has the highest crime rate in Atlanta. I'm not sure what she expected me to do about it. I have to take the job. If I refused it I'd lose unemployment for refusing a job. I guess she wanted me to move to a nicer section of town but how was I to know what's a "nicer section of town"? This house is one good sized room larger and yet rent is $25 less than what I"m paying here. As far as I'm concerned it's comparable to what I have here. And anyway I'm not racist like she is, I don't particularly care if there are blacks and Muslims all around me. It looks like I'm going to be surrounded by black people at the place where I'll be working, my Postmaster is black, so it's either I live with it or I'm out on the street homeless and jobless. Personally, I don't care. I'm a single, white, childless, female-with-gender-issues science-fiction writer and fan. Just being myself puts me in so many minority groups I could apply for recognition as my own tribe.
The blacks and the Muslims got their own schtick. Leave them to it.
Anyway, I'm being moved on Monday. Power and hopefully water will be on by then. DSL may be waiting for me when I get there Tuesday.
So I'm sitting here just being glad the money came in even if it wasn't what I was expecting, when the realtor who's dealing with my house in Ft. O sends me an e-mail saying GMAC wants me to send in paycheck stubs, tax records, etc. I sent him an answer back asking when they need this in since I'm moving on Monday and I won't be able to get to it until Wednesday at the very earliest. Then in talking to Nate he was wondering why they needed such from the SELLER of the house. So I sent another e-mail asking for clarification.
The pile just keeps getting deeper.
I think once I'm back at work and my health insurance is back I'm going to look for a therapist.
6/19/2010
Okay, so I have a deposit in on a rental house in Jonesboro, GA. On the drive back the other day I saw a structure on the side of GA 85 that had some distictive architecture. I know there's a Hindu temple somewhere in that area and when I got home I checked on the net and sure enough I passed by a real Hindu temple. This will require investigation in the future.
So now it's packing, getting a moving company set up, and waiting for the money to come in. If it doesn't come in on the next paycheck cycle I won't be able to get said moving company, and the vast majority of my stuff will be stranded here until the money comes in. Meaning I'll have to keep paying my landlady here for this place AND pay rent on the new place. Or else Mom will have to help me pay for it all, which I simply find unacceptable. She's already paid off my car, it's not going to snowball any more. I'll live in Jonesboro with my computers and the air mattress again if I have to, and cart my books, kitchen stuff and clothes down in the car. I lived for almost 3 months here in Gainesville like that before my stuff got delivered here, I can do it again.
I've tried calling the Labor Relations manager for Atlanta twice to ask when I can expect the money, she hasn't called me back. What's the use of giving me your phone number and saying call if you have any questions if you don't answer when I do?
In the midst of all this, my neighbor at Radio Free Ross-a-Noodle who is trying to buy the house told me that someone had broken into the house there. Also the usual disconnect between GMAC, the realtor handling the case and real life -- the realtor not getting on GMAC's short sale system, lady at GMAC I had been working with now not answering calls, someone else in GMAC Loss Mitigation answering the calls, my neighbor worried that the house will go into foreclosure even though she's had her bid in for it on the short sale for WEEKS. And of course in the midst of all that, I'm going back to work in a new job and a new place with new people.
Considering I didn't expect my job back at all, I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around that one.
Am I happy? No. It's one thing after another and I keep waiting for it all to go away. My patience is wearing thin. I have no idea how long this job will last, and as I'm starting at the bottom again I'll be the first to go on the next round of cuts. I'm fragging tired of being told either you take this one option we give you or you're out of a job, and the options always seemed designed to screw me over and I'm expected to smile, say yes, and be grateful that my life is being disrupted like this. That's like being raped on the edge of a thousand foot cliff and thanking your rapist for not shoving you over and while he's at it feel free to do it again. Even when you're making close to $50k a year you have no control over your life.
So now it's packing, getting a moving company set up, and waiting for the money to come in. If it doesn't come in on the next paycheck cycle I won't be able to get said moving company, and the vast majority of my stuff will be stranded here until the money comes in. Meaning I'll have to keep paying my landlady here for this place AND pay rent on the new place. Or else Mom will have to help me pay for it all, which I simply find unacceptable. She's already paid off my car, it's not going to snowball any more. I'll live in Jonesboro with my computers and the air mattress again if I have to, and cart my books, kitchen stuff and clothes down in the car. I lived for almost 3 months here in Gainesville like that before my stuff got delivered here, I can do it again.
I've tried calling the Labor Relations manager for Atlanta twice to ask when I can expect the money, she hasn't called me back. What's the use of giving me your phone number and saying call if you have any questions if you don't answer when I do?
In the midst of all this, my neighbor at Radio Free Ross-a-Noodle who is trying to buy the house told me that someone had broken into the house there. Also the usual disconnect between GMAC, the realtor handling the case and real life -- the realtor not getting on GMAC's short sale system, lady at GMAC I had been working with now not answering calls, someone else in GMAC Loss Mitigation answering the calls, my neighbor worried that the house will go into foreclosure even though she's had her bid in for it on the short sale for WEEKS. And of course in the midst of all that, I'm going back to work in a new job and a new place with new people.
Considering I didn't expect my job back at all, I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around that one.
Am I happy? No. It's one thing after another and I keep waiting for it all to go away. My patience is wearing thin. I have no idea how long this job will last, and as I'm starting at the bottom again I'll be the first to go on the next round of cuts. I'm fragging tired of being told either you take this one option we give you or you're out of a job, and the options always seemed designed to screw me over and I'm expected to smile, say yes, and be grateful that my life is being disrupted like this. That's like being raped on the edge of a thousand foot cliff and thanking your rapist for not shoving you over and while he's at it feel free to do it again. Even when you're making close to $50k a year you have no control over your life.
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