Thankyouverymuch

Life can sometimes come crashing down on you. My landlady calls me a few days ago, telling me that she wants to raise the rent because of the climbing costs of utilities. I told her that the internet she provided wasn't quite to par, and that I was at work and not at home most of the day, and thus did not warrant a $100 raise thankyouverymuch. She then told me if I wasn't happy, I could move out. And I told her, thankyouverymuch. Few days later, my bathroom springs a leak, the floor is soaking wet, and my basement starts flooding, soaking some of my belongings.

My non-English-speaking housemate too, is driving me up the wall. I volunteered to help baby-sit his son just because I am fond of little children, and I felt bad for him being a single parent. He ended up using me to watch his son day in and day out, cooking his child dinner, and giving his child showers while he manages to sneak out some midnights to what I can only assume to be a tryst in a casino. This kid, turned out not to be a three-year old boy, but a self-obsessed-whiny-crying-brat-monster. I don't deal with little children who demand on eating French Fries at 1am in the morning, and drinks Coca-Cola at 9am and kicks on wall while I'm trying to sleep in my room, thankyouverymuch.

And if all that wasn't bad enough, I also discover that my initial gut feeling that someone of close proximity had some feelings of animosity toward me turned out to be correct, thankyouverymuch.

But I can smell change in the air. Oh yes. Just wait.