androbot01 wrote:
-pretty awful
My landlord called me on my cell yesterday and told me that my dog was barking. I hurried home to settle him, but I fear this is the launch of a campaign to have me relocate Henry. I will have to have my Mom come over to dogsit when I go out now, as I absolutely can't get rid of Henry. He is the only thing keeping tethered to sanity.
Also I got home to find a letter from my previous landlord telling me I owe them $3000 in repairs which is ludicrous. The carpet was a mess when we got there. Anyway they are not going to get it. Not because I won't pay, but because I can't. This past week I went to the food bank for the first time. (That people make such charitable donations to the likes of a screw-up like me is heartwarming.) And I put my name on the city's social housing registry. The waiting list is long so it will be a couple of years before I get a place.
Also I did not even get an interview for a job I have done before. I think, because of my unstable behaviour. I could always do the job, but was hapless socially. But they obviously don't want me back, which really hurts.
So all in all, feeling vulnerable and useless.
I am sorry that this is such a lousy time. Your love for Henry and the support of your Mum and the existence of people who care about others -