I'm feeling mostly better today. Still resting, but awake and not in too much pain.
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So...we got a letter yesterday that says our house is up for auction on 4/1. This after hearing nothing is going on with our refinance application thingy. I spent the day freaking the fuck out. I have three courses that start this week, we got the letter at 2:30 and no one from the bank called us back, and I am wigging at the thought of finding a place and moving in two weeks. I fucking HATE moving. I moved in October.
And this house is full of crap. I am NOT moving the ex's stuff that she's left here for 2 years. I am NOT. And the dog is her responsibility.
More than the moving, though, more than anything else, I just want this dreadful uncertainty to be done with. If we have to move, I will hate it and be stressed, but it will be done. (And if we move, I want a good bathtub. I would give up floorspace for a good bathtub, and I'm not kidding.)
{{{{Erin}}}
Oy Erin.
Fucking banks.
Fucking exes.
Vibing hard for a bathtub of happiness for you.
Thanks, y'all. I'm slowly shifting over into a "what happens, happens; deal, BITCA!" phase, but I had to have a day of WTFuckeryOMGFlailSnarlCry.
{{{{Erin}}}
{{{Erin}}}
Crap, Erin, I'm sorry to hear that.
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So I know I've been quiet and kind of vague on Facebook about potential changes in my life, but the short version is that I'm applying for a new job that kind of terrifies me. I mean, any job change terrifies me, but this is a doozy. There's an opening at a girls' school ten minutes from my house...for the Director of the Upper School. And I'm applying. I don't know if I have a chance or if I even want it, but it's a possibility.
I'm also applying for a potential maybe not sure if it exists yet job at another Pasadena school for a regular English position, but this school pays WAY better than my current school and is also ten minutes away rather than on the other side of LA.
I love my current school, but four years of this commute is killing me. I have to do something, if not this year, than next.
Oooh, Headmistress Pix!!
(More seriously, I kinda figured the handwavy life stuff was some job thing, and I hope that one way or another you can get a better commute.)
I was thinking it had to be job stuff. and I think closer would be way better, esp with your insomnia issues. Good luck.
and Good luck to you Erin. It is bad enough to be in that situation - and worse when it is someone els's situation - and even worse when the main cause is really not someone you can have any influence over. Sending you peaceful thoughts