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Hmmm
I'm not too sure I like this 'new and improved' 20six. There might be some more fiddling involved or I might go searching around for a more popular/not so popular blog to keep those in the know, in the know. I'll let you know what I decide. 
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The Story of the Eviction
Sorry it took me so long to get to this point of being able to tell
those who live far away or those who live close and didn't quite hear
the whole story. After two weeks of being MIA from active
internet use and usual TV shows I watch I had a lot to catch up on and
wanted a little while to get my head in the right space to tell this
story. And I'm only telling it once. So please pay careful
attention to everything I will meticulously point out, I'm not sure how
good I'll be at Q&A. And you'll have to read the whole story
to get the whole picture.
October 2005, we were informed that our landlord (let's call him Bob)
was having some financial problems (the properties he owned were
'apparently' not making him any money) and he wanted to focus more of
his resources and time on his new business. In November 2005,
ownership of the house and our apartment went from Bob's hands to a
holding company (owned by the Bank and we'll call them Monkey-
Butt). When Monkey-Butt took possesion NEITHER me or the BF were
ever informed by any member of Monkey-Butt or their side people about
rental payments (this is important for later). At this current
time in the house/apartment there was tenants in two units. Me
and the BF in one and the 'maintenance guy' and his family in
another. There was another person in the basement, but they had
gone to Australia and had paid Bob his rental money until the time he
would be returning (which would be March).
The 'maintenance guy' (let's call him Glen) said he could take care of
tranferring our rental money to Monkey-Butt. Since he had to go
for himself we saw no problem with this. Glen had always been a
good person to us (and I'm not saying he still is not a good person..
but well keep reading). We entrusted that Glen would take care of
these payments and NEVER did we receive calls, mail or any other form
of notice from Monkey-Butt about failure to pay or missed
payments. I should note that around January/February I saw an
eviction notice on the guy's apartment downstairs. I started
flipping out because since November we had not been given receipts for
the rent and I feared that Monkey-Butt could try and screw us by saying
they hadn't received our rent payments. I asked Glen to talk to
Monkey-Butt about getting rent receipts, besides I wanted to get them
for tax season which would be coming up. Glen by this point had
got the house across the street and wouldn't be a tenant of the
house/apartment sometime after February. But we still went
through him to transfer our payments to Monkey-Butt. Around
March-ish I get rental receipts from Monkey-Butt and go do my taxes,
feeling better that now I have receipts to the rent we paid for.
Then one day an eviction notice lands on our door (while I wasn't home
because I was at work). A side representative of Monkey-Butt who
was there with someone from the Sherrif's office told the BF in front
of Glen that if they could get everything sorted out by that day (which
was Thursday) we could probably get back in the house by Friday so not
to worry about the cats.
The BF with Glen ran around town to get a money order for the 'missed'
rent and send it Toronto by 5pm. I was picked up by the BF at
3:15 and informed that we'd been evicted and about the running around
town. When I spoke to Glen later that day he informed me of the
following: That he had been given a work order by
Monkey-Butt. Monkey-Butt wasn't moving on the work order so Glen
had stopped payment on the cheques to Monkey-Butt and taken them to the
Landlord and Tenants. Glen said it was his fault this eviction
happened because not all the money was there for the payments. Me
and the BF still didn't understand how this could have happened since
we paid Bob last month's rent, so if there was any discrepancy in
payments Monkey-Butt should have taken last month's as payment for
rent. What we didn't know at the time was that Monkey-Butt had
not made a deal with Bob on the last month rent issue. Friday I take
off work, I am sick with a virus that had been going around work and
would be sick all weekend.
Friday night I am freaking out. It's been since Thursday morning
that the cats have been locked in the apartment. No word from
Monkey-Butt on if they have received the payment that was sent to them
and whether we can get back into the house. We were assured by
Glen that if the money got to them we could get the keys and get back
into the house. I collect ALL numbers from people Glen has spoken
to about this issue. I call Greg at around 9 pm and inform him of
the situation and the cats still locked in the apartment. I would
be calling people until 12 that night, including the police and humane
society to see about how I can get my cats out of the apartment.
Also by this time me and the BF have systematically in two days killed
Grayson and Emily's minutes on their collective phones, so there is the
added stress of what we do now since we don't want to use their phone
anymore, but don't have a phone of our own (seeing as how it is a land
line and in the house).
I am called on Saturday by the side representative of
Monkey-Butt. She informs me that we've known about this eviction
for months. Funny how I don't remember seeing notices on the door
or anything. She also tells me that she told the BF to get the
cats and it isn't her fault he didn't take him. It's abadonment,
etc etc. By now I'm pissed. It seems like Monkey-Butt is
trying to screw us over. 1pm Saturday, we get the cats and are
discussing what we should do about the phone issue. We don't have
a phone and it could cost us money to go get a cell phone. The BF
has a cell, but doesn't know the plan it is on and since he doesn't
know his parents home number and they won't pick up on an unknown
number we seem ultimately screwed. Glen loans us an old ass phone
and says all we need is a calling card for it. I've been calling
all weekend as well on various phones trying to get a hold of these
Monkey-Butt people and figure out what happened with this payment we
sent them. By Saturday we are getting the run-around that the
payment got to Toronto, someone received it, but they don't know who
received it, they have to send a fax to Calgary and then we can get
into the house. Cats are thoroughly pissed and growl at each
other and anyone that tries to pick them up that isn't me.
Monday, I take another day off work but have my boss breathing down my
neck about it. I am trying in vain to get in contact with someone
from Monkey-Butt to figure out what is going on. I call the
Landlord and Tenant people to find out what I can do about this
situation I am told the following: That me and the BF sent in a
greivance against Monkey-Butt. That there was a mediation and we
must have breached the mediation agreement. Funny how I don't
remember ever being around a mediator, EVER! I talk to Glen about
this and ask him if this is so. He tells me that he had the BF
sign a piece of piece of paper to let him file the grievance against
Monkey-Butt. But he threw the mediation away, he'd try to get a
copy through his lawyer. He gives me and the BF a phone which all
we need is pay activation and for the plan, thus now we have a phone
all our own.
I return to work, networking with Greg on what is going on. He is
now talking to Monkey-Butt. I've been calling people and talking
to people since Thursday, we've also been on Gray and Em's bed since
then and promised if Gray if could get the upstairs cleaned up we'd
take that and give them back their bed. I am also starting
to look on the net for places to rent as it looks like we might not be
able to get back into the house. Wednesday I am informed by Greg
that the copies of the rent receipts I faxed to Monkey-Butt to prove we
had paid rent are false documents. In which me and the BF type a
statement and go down to the police station in case Monkey-Butt decides
to come after us for forging documents.
By this time Glen is giving us some shady answers as to what is going
on. He says he can't tell us who he got the receipts from since
it's obviously not Monkey-Butt. I am told on Wednesday by Greg to
cut all ties from Glen as something fishy is going on. Around
Thursday-Friday I'm informed to start looking for a new apartment as
Monkey-Butt did go through all the proper channels in evicting us, and
even a sherrif's person put a notice on our door twice telling us of
this (which neither me or the BF saw). Saturday I call around
trying to get appointments to see apartments. By this point we've
been at Gray and Em's house a whole week and probably wearing out our
welcome (even if they didn't say so).
Me and the BF have moved to the upstairs room so Em and Gray can have
their bed back. We see two apartments before finally seeing the
one we are in currently. The BF is sold and wants this one, we
have another appointment, but have already decided this is the one
we'll take. We call the owner to let him know we will take
it. And at around 4 that day sign a lease and give him a first
month of rent. Now it is time to organize this with the side
Monkey-Butt person to get into the old apartment and move our shit out
in three hours WITHOUT prior packing!! So I'm calling around to
get quotes from movers and also get out phone/internet transferred to
the new place.
Saturday (two weeks after everything has happened). When we
arrive at the old place I am looking and start to think that someone
might have broken into the old place seeing as how the screen to the
front window is missing. I'm paranoid we will walk in the old
place and find many of our valuable missing. I call the side
Monkey-Butt person to let her know of my suspiscions. I am
informed if there has been a break-in we won't be able to move
today. Our friends arrive to help us pack shit and get it the
fuck out of the old house. This is the fastest move I have ever
seen and it is one of the best days to move, sunny but a nice cool
breeze. We get everything out of the old place in about an hour
or so. And get all of our belongings into the new place in about
an hour. Leavin us with the movers for another hour (since it was
a three hour minimum). I'm also informed sometime before this
moment that Glen may have royally fucked us. Although, it is only
speculation as there is no proof our money did go to him, but never got
to Monkey-Butt. So the question is what happened to that
money? Also because Monkey-Butt and Bob never made a deal we were
screwed out of last months rent.
And this is where I am. Two weeks after moving in. Mainly
un-packed, but there is still a lot to get for the apartment that we
can't get due to purse strings being very, very tight. And that
my folks is my eviction story.
What has been going on is a whole lot of nothing. Keeping away
from wanting to eat out as that's money we can't be spending. The
cats love the new apartment and have found a way to get up into the
window in the livingroom. It's a basement apartment so the
ceilings are a little low, but it is definitely bigger then our last
place. I take a differnt bus to work and have to walk a little
way to get to work every morning and after work to get to the bus
stop. But the bus stop is right outside the house so in the
monring I don't have to go far to catch it and it get's me to work
usually a little earlier then usual. The walking is also good for
working on those extra pounds everyone says I have not gained.
Plus on the 1st of May I got my G2 license, so technically if I get
insurance on a car (which won't be for a while due to money issues) I
could drive myself to work. Also, forgot to add something very
weird we noticed AFTER unpacking the following were missing:
Playstation One games (non-burned), playstation 2 games, the BF's
playstation, some of the booze we had in the fridge and around the
entertainment stand and our frozen meat. So we think someone
might have broken in and grabbed what they knew we wouldn't
notice. And that's all really. Just working and trying to
find a better job if I can. Right now the market kind of sucks
ass.
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Eviction!!
Alright folks this is a quick update to let those who are not in the Windsor know what is happening in my life right now. Last Thursday I was evicted from my apartment. Since our apartment was transferred from a landlord to a holding company (that is my word for them), they are subsidiary of the bank. Anyway, I am not at my apartment currently and right now there is a lot of shit going down. I do not know what is going to happen. Right now we are staying at a friends house, but will probably have to move our belongings out and if we get back into the apartment we will most definitely be moving. Once I know what is happening for sure I will update under the comments to tell you where I'll be. Please do not call my house or email as right now I'm using a friends computer and am not sure when I can get to responding. It is rather stressful now. So well wishes and good thoughts are definitely welcome.
Yours Evily
Persephone
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It took a while to get here
I was fairly upset the day of the road test and couldn't wrap my mind
around not being upset. But the next day at work I was questioned
about how I did, thus having the unfortunate task of letting everyone
know I 'Failed, failed, failed'. After the second questioning of 'how
it went', I was pretty much able to push the upset feelings aside and
embrace the ability to talk about it. Which wasn't so bad because
I was able to not go into completely bashing the driver instructor
(like another girl at work did when she went for her driver's
test). Although, I do think I was unfairly judged and the guy had
me marked from the beginning to fail, but I'll get to that.
Here are the things I did mess up in and completely own up to.
Since this was my driver's test and the first time I'd been stuck in
rain I was a little more nervous (seeing as how I didn't know how to
work the windshield wipers). I forgot to go in park when he asked
me to pull off to the side of the road, I messed up my parrallel park
very badly (ended up 3 ft from the curb or so), didn't take my right of
way because I was being too cautious, 'apparently' I didn't check my
blind spots (although, I swore I did), I wasn't being watchful (???)
and this is the real reason I failed - the guy grabbed my steering
wheel because he thought I was going to hit another car or come really
close (I thought I had enough room to pass the guy to get into the
turning lane). Either way all my mistakes, plus that one was
reason enough for me to fail.
Fine. I'm good. I need some more practice with a car (will
be bugging the BF for more chances to go out and just drive
around). But (and I know how this is going to sound), I knew two
minutes into my driver's test I was going to fail. Before I had
done any major fuck ups excluding not taking my right of way. I
had not done anything seriously wrong other then be cautious in the
parking lot and the guy was shaking his head the whole time. By
the time I got to my second light I knew right down in my belly I was
going to fail. Did I embrace this feeling and just figure since I
instictually knew I was going to fail to hell with it? I don't
think so. I really would have liked to have had my G2 that day
and possibly be at this point in time working out which vehicle I'd
have in my name (because the BF has two).
I was nervous and the guy probably saw right through it and bam here I
am. Let's move on. And I'm still asking for no sorries or
whatever. I need no 'next time champ'.
I have my next test already scheduled, but I don't think I'm really
going to spread it around that is the day I'm going. A few
friends already know, but that is about it. If I pass you'll all
hear about here first. So be glad some of you might actually know
before anyone in Windsor. Apparently people haven't figured out
to read my blog on such days.
Anyway, I recently 'reconnected' with an old, old friend from high
school. I didn't think anyone still wanted to talk to me from
high school. I wasn't exactly close to anyone near the end of
grade twelve and into OAC. I still hung out with most of the
people I had since grade ten, but a lot of shit had gone down. I
had done some stupid things to alienate people from me or make people
hate me/dislike me and I was beginning to change myself, but hadn't let
anyone know. Once I left high school I had realized that I had
probably (or most likely) trampled on a few hearts and destroyed a few
friendships through the process. For a while I tried to find some
way of forgiveness for what I had done in my past, but I realized I
wouldn't be able to apologize to everyone and that maybe no one would
forgive me. In the end it became apparent that I needed to
forgive myself for what had happened, take ownership for being an idiot
and young and if forgiveness came from other parties then maybe there
was a chance to talk about it or just talk like normal civilized
people. So far it looks like only one person is willing to talk
to me (not sure about that whole forgiveness thing), but I'm not really
bothered. They haven't ripped into me yet, so I figure I'm doing
pretty good.
Although, if it is true that things come in three's, then there should
be one more person I haven't talked to in forever that I suddenly
'reconnect' with. Maybe Roberto will call me to ask if I'm ever
going to head west. Or I'll find Colin, wherever he is.
Actually there are a lot of people I haven't heard from, so it could be
just about anyone. Then again I don't make it very easy to track
me down. > Sorry crazy mother's mean having to be in
perpetual hiding.
As for my fake wedding plans. They are going along well.
The BF and me have been joking for months now about how if the
parentals get very annoying that we will just have a 'fake'
wedding. This entails getting one of our friends to dress up as a
priest (we've already selected our candidate), having the 'ceremony'
probably in some sort of park and then telling the 'rentals that we
couldn't afford a hall so we're going out to dinner with
everyone. It's our fun little way of teasing about marriage
(sorry to those hitched or about to get hitched in the near
future). I've never seen marriage for myself, at least not the
conventional kind. I far more like the idea of common law, it
works just the same except there is no piece of paper. Some
people need the paper, I don't. Besides I'm not sure I'd want to
marry a man whose initials are CSI. *snicker*
So, that is all. Cats are doing well, work is annoying even when it's
only a four day week. Here's hoping I might find a different job
and get the hell out of there. And here is to all those out in
universe that they find at least one thing they are looking for.
I know I did.
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Try Again Next Time
I had planned to use this title as a way to convince people I had
failed my road test. And I wouldn't tell anybody until the end of
the blog whether I had passed. But it turns out this title is
rather fitting since I did in fact fail my road test. Please no
buck-up, next time you'll do better or whatever else people are going
to say to make me feel better. I'm upset and while I'd planned to
tell you all about what has been happening in my life. Which
isn't much excluding the fact an old, old friend ended up tracking me
down on classmates.com and we had a little 'reconnection' via the phone
(which I'm sure I'll see later on my phone bill).
Anyway, now I have to look at my calendar and see when I might be able
to squeeze in my next road test making sure to keep in mind the Easter
holiday falling this month. I'll update later.
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Post St. Patrick's Day Greens
I ended up not going out for St. Patrick's Day and I'm not that
depressed about it, but there was some drama to the day so listen to my
tale. Unlike some of my other friends who had the day off and
could sleep in and relax, I was working until 3:15 that day. And
usually by the time I get home on the bus it is after 4 and I'm cranky
and hungry. Apparently some of my friends would already be at the
bar by the time I got home. So I had a snack, vegged out and then
went for a nap with the plan to be up around 6:30-7 and be out of the
house by 8 to get to the bar. Well when I woke up I was feeling
shitty and exhausted. But I was trying to move around, get some
food in me and motivate the BF to move around so we could go to the
bar. Someone was supposed to call me in between me being home and
waking up to leave me a number so I could get into the bar. I did
not receive this phone call. So, by the time I ate (thus making
myself feel like I was going to throw up), answered the million and one
calls I was getting and got the BF ready it was way past the time I had
wanted to leave for the bar (not that we would have been staying long
anyway). When I called Kerri to see what was going on, there was
a lot of chaos going on with people calling, trying to see if those at
the bar could get them and their entourage into the bar. I was
told flat out by Kerri that she figured it would be too late to get us
in and wondered why I hadn't called earlier. Well lets back
track, I don't have the day off work, I have to work to 3:15 (even my
cohort Jay who had to work that day also only worked until 2), I get
home after 4, nap, eat, shower so I don't stink of work, motivating
someone else to eat, shower because I'd either get 'where's the BF'
questions all bloody night if I just left without him and even though
he wasn't in the mood to go I had said we'd be there and it'd be rude
to leave the BF behind.
So, with me not being there on time I guess there was some sort of
'drunken panic' and worry. Which made people misunderstand why I
was not coming out to St. Patty's Day. And I guess sometime
during the night, during the misunderstanding people thought the reason
I hadn't arrived was because I was fighting with Kerri. Which
isn't true. I'm not fighting with her, she might be fighting with
me. I'd have no idea. But I myself am not fighting with
her. I tend to think if people have a beef with me they will say
something to me or if non-confrontational I'll find out through a third
party. But on most cases if I don't find out someone is pissed at
me I'll generally 'assume' they still like me in some way.
Which brings me to my rant. Apparently people do not understand
the words I say or type when I say 'I no longer like the bar, I am
tired of the bar, I have no money to go to the bar etc'. In a
vain attempt to save money and keep my sanity I am trying to keep my
venture's out on the town to a minimum. Especially when there is
a 'back-to-back' night. Such as on a weeked there will be a
choice to go to the bar one night (for girl's night or just hang out)
and a choice to go out to the bar the very next night for a friend's
B-day. I would choose the friends b-day as that is on the list
far more important. I am not saying that hanging out just the
girl's and reconnecting isn't important, but in the sake of saving
money I have to choose the lesser of evil's and it'd be rude to just
not show up to a friend's b-day because I went out the night before and
don't have the money to go out this night. Yet, every single time
I don't go out to an event I get the 'face' (it's a cross between
disgust, contempt and being snubbed) or people badger me about why I'm
not coming out. Yet I don't hear anyone else being constantly
bugged or getting the 'third' degree about why they didn't come
out. Sure it may seem like a lame ass excuse blaming it on money,
BUT I do not wish to be one of those people that bitches about not
having money and yet goes out every single weekend. And bugging
me about going out or trying to 'peer pressure' me into going out IS
NOT going to work. I am my own person and can decide on my own if
I would like to go out. IF I do not go out do not frackin' bug me
about it!
Now with that done, I can move on.
I heard from my grandmother that my mom got herself in the paper.
Since my mom is mentally ill she tends to do and say things that get
her in trouble with the law, thus she ends up in the paper. My
mom has been 'laying low' for a while and hasn't been getting into
trouble for a while. So this is either the start of her usual
violence cycle or something else. Most people would wonder how I
could joke about such things or dead pan it, but I've been privy to my
mom's sickness since I was 16. And I haven't spoken to her since
I was 18 mostly due to the fact that I realized that for my own safety
and sanity at not being harassed it was easier to cut my ties to her
then keep them. Some people might think it is heartless to do
that, but you haven't walked a mile in my shoes or know what my mother
is capable of. And it wasn't an easy decision to make, but I knew
it was the best thing for me going into University.
Watched the Season Finale of BSG. I personally thought it was
great, but there are those out there that really didn't like the
ending. I won't give anything away for those who haven't seen it,
but since I listen to the podcasts right after watching the show I
think I understand their motivations a little more with what they
did. And I'm with the writer's/producer's when they change
things, it makes the show more realistic. Because BSG is not the
Enterprise and everyone is not always going to have the same position
and have the same attitude for seven years. And I think that what
they change brings more new elements into the story. Can't wait
for the thrid season which is starts October or November. Will be
going through withdrawal.
I have a couple days off work which is nice. It is good to get
away from the place and relax. I'll probably end up playing a lot
of the Crack. I'm still figuring out the game, but it is my
'passing time when nothing better is on' or when the BF is playing his
online games. Keeps me occupied and not plotting any type of evil.
On a final note. I know I probably do not say this often enough
to my friends, but I would hope that they would know it even if I don't
say it. If there is the need to rant, come over and hang out or
just have a shoulder I am here. I will listen, but will not offer
any advice. I think advice givers get themselves in trouble
because they may 'accidentally' suggest the wrong thing. If you
want my opinion I'll give it, but it is not advice. Also I will
not get involved in any break-ups or fights or whatever. I am not
a go-between. You need to say something to whoever, you say it to
them don't get me to 'pass on' the message. As I told people
before I understand if you are fighting with someone and do not want to
be around them, but I'm not going to try and patch things up between
you or make you two talk. I am not a counsellor. I am a
friend. I am here if people need me, but I'm not going to go out
of my way to put my nose in your business. I try to stay as
neutral and drama-free as possible.
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