I'm sorry I haven't been on much lately, my friends, but things have been rather difficult around here. What is that old Jerry Garcia song about the wild, strange trip or something like that?
To continue the saga...
I got a call from our Rep's office saying that they'd gotten wind that the local Housing office BACKED OUT of the deal at the last minute! So our Rep's advocate called the State Housing office and asked "are you aware of this the local housing office is doing?" They were not aware... and they called the local Housing and got into a major huddle about me.
Hours later, I got a call from the local Housing and was told they finally, and really truly, no backing out this time are agreeing to let me have the unit under their "medical exemption" guidelines! AND also, they would waive the mandatory inspection which would delay the move for more than a week!
However, to put this exemption through, they need forms from my doctor stating why I need an accessible unit and also a form signed by me. She faxed it to the doctor's office and asked me to call them to let the secretary have a heads up that the form was coming and it needed to be returned ASAP.
I called the doctor's office and spoke with the manager. It is a HUGE practice and the fax machines run constantly in the fax room. Documents are just stacked according to doctor's names. Understanding the seriousness of the situation, the manager decided to go to the fax room, dig out the form and hand carry it to the doc for his signature!
THEN I realized any form mailed to me this afternoon wouldn't even arrive at my place before 4 PM on Friday and I'm supposed to be signing the lease at noon!
So a friend agreed to let housing fax her the form for my signature so she can bring it over tonight and fax it back to them in the morning!
Ay-yi-yi timing is so much of this deal, it is giving me fits!
Then, last night, the woman who had originally backed out of helping with the finances, agreed to donate the security deposit. She's sending it from CT and I need to have it by noon on Friday. She was going to send it Western Union, but that is so pricey, I contacted her back to just do a wire transfer right into my account. Her bank will charge a fee but it won't be as big as Western Unions!
Then the people I've been paying to help me pack on Thursdays cancelled. They said they were tired of it and someone else should finish up as they had planned to do tomorrow.
That about made me nuts. The majority of my friends work 9 to 5 type jobs. The reason I hired these two is because they do not work and are available to do it, and also because they could use the cash.
So now I'm supposed to suggest that people who have already done so much WITHOUT pay take a day off work to do more?
So then they said "well, we are sick with some sort of flu, bug, virus, something, anything."
Yes, I am very familiar with that -- it is called The I Don't Wanna Disease!!
Then, I just had a call from a woman who has always been close to me but in recent years has obviously been suffering from some sort of advancing mental difficulty from aging. She caused me much trouble the last time I moved, so all my friends have been saying Don't Let HER help!
I knew today's call was going to be some sort of offer I was going to have to refuse creatively. So when she first got started, I simply said "Would you please make a big pot of your delicious soup and bring it to the new place because everyone is going to be cold and starved by lunchtime?"
Well, she was THRILLED at the suggestion and went on to offer fixings for sandwiches, a Box of Joe and a bunch of donuts.
THAT will be a big help to all the people working, will give her something truly useful to do AND keep her away from decision making - such as throwing away all my house
plants like she did the last time!
I'm telling you, though, the stress is taking it's toll on me. I had such a bad headache today and that is SO unlike me! Now *insert barfing graemlin here* and the headache is a bit better and I'm calmer but yipes!
Would somebody please tell me the kid and I WILL survive this mess and once we are in the new place next weekend (coz it WILL happen) we'll all feel much better?
Merme
That's a GOOD THING!