Damn

I'm tired.
I ditched gave away most of the clothes in my trunk. YAY for people with new clothes for them, and getting rid of non-wearing clothes for me. I DO need to make an attempt to decide on an outfit for Saturday night. I need to pack a bag, in case I go out at noon, then not come back. I'm already having a fashion crisis. I mean, one, I want to be comfy and able to dance.. but then two, I want to look Hawt, and dressy (IE better than you) and I have those poufy skirts BEGGING to be worn.

I really need to deal with financial nonsense. I just don't want to deal with it now. I had better stay home, no matter what, tomorrow night. *sighs* I just don't have time to get everything done. *shrugs* I suppose it could wait, but I hate not knowing.

Feh. I'm going to bed. I'm wobbling a bit too much right now. I belong asleep. I'm wiped out.

She's done it again

not me the Unit.
(You know I notice I'm on a kick again. But, honestly, my life is free of crap, with the exception of this house stuff, the client I hate, and the occasional potential run in with pouty angry exfriends. Not that I'm any better - standard practice is ignore ignore ignore. But, even with my rant from Wednesday night, I do not get angry at my friends for being friends with someone else. I cannot promise the same from the other party.)

Last night (after I got home and found *surprise surprise* my sister had taken her kids and gone "home" since FABF was being "nice." tales told says he still didn't get out of his car to help my sister.) we were talking about my sister and the likelihood of her moving into my mom's bf's house. My mother has Yet Another idea - she's "bidding" for a job supervising three offices down on the Route 24 belt. If she gets it, she wants to consider buying a house down there, as she'll be not too far away from retirement at that point.

THIS is why I'm frustrated - MY decisions rests on her. I don't have the money to force her hand. The story changes daily. I am at the mercy of her, my sister and everyone else. I actually CAN'T make an executive decision - everyone else must be consulted first. YOU people know me - you think this works very well???

So we're back to "get a mortgage." Except the LAST time she said this, it was for a job in Washington. Which she threatened to take, and never did. She said she was going to bid over and over - so she would have a life and not her kids. I think it was a SMASHING idea - chances are she would have gotten a rent stipend, I would have stayed here and paid her mortgage while I got on my financial feet, and she would have had a place to return to if the assignment didn't work or at the end of it. I think she's baffled by WHY I want to travel. She doesn't enjoy it like I do - she doesn't do museums or clubs or stuff. They go to Atlantic City. They eat and gamble. That's not travelling.

Once again, things are topsy turvey. Tonight I'm going to project how much I'll be making once the month turns. I'd like to think things are looking good, without the PITA client. On my docket for next week - calling that guy back whom I emailed, who called me. They need bookkeepers for projects. IF he can work with my schedule, I'm thinking it could be the death knell for my PITA client.

Where I have to go. Soon. I need a shower tho. And I want to stop and deal with the insurance thing - I'm missing a bill and I don't know what that means. I can't find any of my prior bills - I'll find them in 3 months. I have concocted a story. I hate that I'm getting good at that.

I hate waiting. I'd like to be handed some money, to settle old debts, and get me into my own place. One of my failings - I should be able to see the end of the tunnel, instead I just want to exit the tunnel and start over. Can I have a do over please? *grins*

Freaking Insurance

So the agent is all "OMG you're about to be cancelled!" No Shit Sherlock.
"how much do I owe?"
*names nonsense figure*
"well I had sent you *blah* and it never went through, and all I have is *blah* since that's what I was assuming I could pay. I can get you *blah and blah*"
*on phone* "She can pay *blah plus blah*"
WHAT? that's not what I wanted you to tell them? (Them being the phone god who decided whether or not I could underpay.)
"OK write us a check for *blah plus blah*"
The second blah = my haircut money.
If the dentist is WAY over priced, I'm screwed, I don't get to have anything. AND if my client effs up again next week? And doesn't want to pay me thanks to him just paying me? I'm Screwed.
I MIGHT be able to take care of everything next week.

I can't deal with this now. Fortunately, my surgeon's office is literally two seconds away. I can't even juggle everything til later, once I know how much this will cost me.

Gothdammit. This is annoying. Every time I get ahead, I get dragged back. I'm going to stop doing everything but working, seriously.

hahahahahaha

Fuck you Eris, you evil bitch! You really fumbled,and my life doesn't suck.

( Where we talk about oral surgery foo - not gross, but I'll be rambling )

( where we talk about kicking Eris' ass )

( here we have the best part of today )

So tonight is some filing, some quality TV watching (If they'll get fucking racing off my TV. First it was golf now it's racing from NH, what next!) and repairing some of my club clothes. The poufy skirts need attention and so does my purple and black corsets. I also might try and rearrange some closet space, and maybe I'll pull some stuff out of room for putting into storage. I feel great! No more antibiotics (for now - I just took my last dose) money for bill paying and shoe buying (I'm SO buying something - it'll be on clearance or whatever, but I want something, flip flops, something sandaly that DOESN'T have heels, a casual sandal.) and something Gothy tomorrow, whether it's Lowell, or if that doesn't work out, Curses.

Yay!

I'm going to veg til the Unit leaves. my sister was here letting FABF use the computer, and started a fight with me because _I_ made snide comments to HIM. Maybe HE shouldn't come here! The excuse of "I didn't' t know you would be here" doesn't apply. I'll tell you ONE thing, when this is MY house - I'm changing the locks and NOT giving any of THEM a key - so they can't waltz in here. You don't see him trying to use MY computer do you? I'm thinking about setting up a lockout on my mother's computer, so that when SHE needs it it's open, but when she's NOT using it, it locks out the internet. See how far they get with THAT. *evil grin*

Of to veg, and turn on the A/C and guzzle soda. I'm sorry, I'm liking it a lot!