Thursday, February 12, 2015
I moved back to Virginia on the 23rd, and so far it's been okay. My husband found a job right away! He was looking in the Chicagoland area for two years and found NOTHING. He's here less than two weeks, and he already has something. I'm glad, because, yeah, hello, money, but also because it provides further evidence that it wasn't him or his resume, but stupid Chicago and Northwest Indiana that was the problem. Third largest city...mutter...
And our tenants I guess were good, as far as most tenants go, better than average, but they painted the interior of the house and TOTALLY LIED ABOUT IT. They said that they'd talked to us and we said it was okay. The whole reason we had a property management company was so we wouldn't have to talk to them! Then, when the property manager came to do the final walkthrough, they told her that they called her office to find out if they could paint, and not only were they told yes, but that they also wouldn't have to paint it back. Um, no. Nobody says that. EVER.
And the job they did was TERRIBLE. Streaks and drips everywhere. What a mess. And the guy is a handyman! I wonder who hires him! So when they were told that it was being repainted with their security deposit, he asked if he could just come and do it. Again--um, no. The job was terrible in the first place (and that's putting to aside the offensive colors), and we gave them 3.5 months notice! They had PLENTY of time to take care of their business here before they moved!
So the drive back was pretty terrible. Our movers were two hours late, the women at the Budget rental center said they couldn't help us put the car up on the carrier because they "are just two women here" (they said that!), so we had to call a tow truck to have him do it for us, because I almost had a heart attack the last time we did it, and we didn't leave until 3:30pm. It's a 10 hour drive, but we figured, hey, 12 hours, with stops and the truck not going so fast.
But the truck didn't just not go so fast! At some points, it was going 25mph! And I'm following behind in the newer car, so we weren't able to take breaks. I suggested stopping at a hotel if necessary, but then my husband said, maybe we can stop at a rest stop for a few hours. Two hours trying to sleep sitting up, and I'd just feel worse, so we pushed on. 14 hours after we left, we got here, at almost 7am. And then we saw the paint, which was such a showstopper. They did nice things with the house, too, but the paint was the first thing we saw, and it, ahem, colored all our perceptions from then on!
So I'm still waiting to hear from my old job. I called last week and was told things are still "in process." I'm trying to enjoy this time off, but in addition to the items we're fixing on the tenants' security deposit, we also had the contractors do some additional painting and construction work. I've put in a few resumes, as well, but I'm being very choosy about what I apply for. Plus, I'm trying to enjoy this time off, too, because once I'm back to work, I'm back to WORK.
But expenses! The contractors, car inspections, getting them up to code to pass inspection, registrations, and now...Well...
My car got broken into yesterday!
And I'd left my wallet in there! I NEVER do that, but I paid for parking the night before, and I guess I missed when I was tossing it back into my purse. They found it next to another car that got broken into (at least 5 of us in my neighborhood got hit), and my credit cards and $45 cash is gone. The cops are on the case! They took my wallet and dusted it for fingerprints, and I hope they give it back to me soon (and that they catch the perpertrators and execute them!). I'd like a sense of normalcy that having my credit cards (all cancelled with new ones in the mail! They hadn't been used yet) and wallet would bring. And I know it's not a straw-that-broke-the-camel's-b
ack kind of deal, but I really didn't have $45 to just lose, you know?
Having my car back would be nice, too. It's in the shop being repaired. The guy across the street who got hit has a trash bag over his window right now. But now, I also have the expense of repairing the window. I hope before they execute whomever did this, they make him earn $.01 an hour digging graves for elephants with a plastic spoon so he can pay me restitution!
I just can't believe I had to leave the Gary/Hammond area to have my windows busted out! Gosh, I move back to the DC Metro area, and there goes the neighborhood! Welcome home!
Oh, it's okay. And it's going to be okay. It's just a bit of a hassle. I created a new alterego and named her Zen-da, and so when I start to get worked up about things, I say, "I don't think Zen-da would worry about this," or "Zen-da seems like she would be okay with that." And Zen-da has been really good about this whole thing with the car. She was glad to meet her neighbors who were also affected, and she was so grateful and happy when the mechanic gave her a soda on the house after she told him why she had to fix her window. Even though some people out there are mean, lying cheats who try to ruin your morning by busting out your window and stealing your property, there are still lots of really nice people out there, too. And that's cool.
Anyway, none of this had anything to do with weight loss. I'll write about that later.