Dumpster Diving at Dollar Tree

My new life, I guess.  We found boxes at a Dollar Tree not too far from our neighborhood thanks to a tip from a clerk at our neighborhood one.  He said that store didn't have a compactor so they had a special dumpster just for the boxes.  Thanks, Dollar Tree dude.  We did find some for free.

Yesterday, someone called for a place in Wauwatosa. I don't remember looking at it online. I don't remember inquiring about it.  I did agree to an appointment but I am cancelling it.  Something seems off and my mom found one advertisement that an application fee would be $40 a person.

Damn it.  The application fees alone are killing me.  I got to come up with $50 on Friday.  I can't do this.  I told my mom normally I fill up the car with gas maybe every 3 to 4 weeks and I'm not making it 2 weeks.  She apologized and I said why?  We have to look for something.  The landlord put us in this fix.  Unless some nice person comes in and tells us that we can stay and won't raise our rent much or not at all, we got to keep trying.  

It was the landlord's arrogance that upset me so much.  He's going to get everything he wants because he's so magical and we're getting out because we're poor.  I hate him.  Next time God will speak to him will be to tell him he's at the wrong door and take the escalator. 

I have my one on one next week during his open house.  He can wait until I'm done.  I'm so tired of this interrupting my daily life.  If I don't work, I don't get paid.  That's how that works, landlord.  How do you think people pay rent?  Magical beans? 

At least my daily life seems to have improved.  The lurker will be maybe stepping away from our group in a different capacity and maybe not intruding on us as much.  The diva is starting to exhibit the diva signs again yesterday.  I thought well, you do you and leave me alone.  I feel like I get told what to do with the diva.  Part of the problem I had last week is that I spent time on something they couldn't do and I felt like I got slapped for it because I struggled.  

As far as my time off?  It hasn't been fun.  It hasn't been all bad but it's been mostly me stressing out about the living situation.  I suspect the diva hasn't been too happy about it.  Boo hoo. I didn't go overseas a couple of months ago.  I got to take a drive out to the country to find out that I'm not sick again.  Yay me.  I did get a Starbucks after my last appointment.  That's about the big whoop I had with my time off. 

I hope the good humans have a good day.  I am nervous that this Friday appointment is our last hope.  I am worried that there are tons of applications going on.

This is just bad and I don't know what to do.  

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