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So I haven’t been paid in 2 months by my employer. This last week she was lying in a hospital bed recovering from her appendix surgery.
[enter kate, Kaiser Hospital, 8th floor, surgery recovery floor.] Said employer is in and out of consciousness dripping with morphine. I hate hospitals. When I lived in Chicago I worked at the Museum of Contemporary Art the crew would always go over to the local hospital to eat, I'd rather eat from the carriage horses' pail, on the street, than go inside to eat from those cafeteria style trays. A new job just started and suddenly I am building a fence. I don't know how to build a fence. It doesn't take a rocket scientist, however on a budget, I am no pro. Said's decided that her two children will be assisting me. Have I mentioned I haven’t' been paid? Said's daughter has some 'problems' she's runaway from home, has drug addiction, quite minor teenage stuff, but Said's daughter also stole $400 cash before she ran away, which was supposed to pay me. Said has since been walking on eggshells trying to 'work things out with her daughter'. Yeah she just co-signed for her runaway, drug addict, did I mention dropped out of school, daughter's 1992 Infinity, which Said's daughter has already gotten in an accident with. Said has since tapped her savings and most of her checking, she has no money in her bank account, yet assures me that I'll be paid, This is where I should mention, that I haven't been paid in two months. Okay. So I'm in the hospital, with a check for $2,000 written to Said, for the fence. She signs it, she trustingly gives me her ATM card and PIN number, to deposit it and get what money I need for the job. I do this, then precede to dig holes for the post for the fence, while Said's daughter, whines and whimpers holding a shovel above her hole.

I am so unbelievably over this. I'm sick of being good, but I'll continue

I've been kicked out of my apartment.
After living in this apartment for one year, This roommate has decided that having three people in this apartment is too much. Have I mentioned that the flat is a lofty 2,000 sq ft? I take this personally, especially since This has decided to move out at the end of her lease, which is a bit more detailed but I won't go into it, which is 3 months away. Basically I have to move out for three months because the person I've lived with for a year, who talks to my dog more than me, who loves my cat too, who monopolizes the entire space to begin with, whatever, she works from home, wants her favorite room mate out. Fine. Meanwhile the new sub letter, cute lawyer man wants me to stay, he wants me to move back in as soon as all this is worked out, and I totally can't wait.

I can't wait

I'm staying at the Girl's house.
This is pretty intense, for a relationship which is only a month young, but so far we're facing it head on. Knowing, it's a fucking emergency kids, because nobody, nobody crams eight people, three cats and two dogs into a small four bedroom apartment. [okay honeymoon's still on, she just made me a Philippine breakfast]

So the next thing, which is supposed to happen is, I find a sublet for two months, I work for Said, or find other temp work, then the final month of exile I go up to Willets to stay in a comfy cabin for $50, for the month, work/live, and write and fucking chill.
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This decides that she can't bear another moment in the apartment she never really liked to begin with and moves to Santa "wherever" and cute lawyer man signs the lease end of September, thus moving me back into home sweet home, then I find some temp work for two months, because I am still going up to Willets, to stay in a comfy cabin for $50 a month, to fucking chill.

right.
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