And just like that …

July 30th, 2015, 6:11 AM by Goddess

Back in the days of real bloggers, interesting people and even more interesting stories, a girl I knew posted a photo of her tear-stained face.

But she was happy. She had cried out all the crap.

I can’t remember her exact caption. It started off, “And just like that …” and ended with joy or hope or at least a clean slate.

So I have been in neighbor and other misery, right? Well on top of the shit day that yesterday was, my broken wisdom tooth started throbbing.

But as I was walking back from the cafe (where I have to use the bathroom since my building sucks), a guy walked up to me to hand me a card from a new dentist up the road — and the dentist does endo work.

OMG SIGN FROM ABOVE that things could get better?

I was pondering my friend’s photo caption, “And just like that …” and how things can change on a dime.

I mean one day I was Pinhead-enraged. The next I was Pinhead-free. Yesterday my tooth ached; yesterday afternoon, a solution may have been placed right into my hand during what was otherwise a nuisance trip that cost me too much work time.

So in a fit of hysteria, I wrote on Faceypages about the horrendous living situation and ended it with, “I need a new everything.”

And just like that, I awakened to a job offer in another state.

Well that’s one way to get rid of the neighbors.

I don’t know the guy who’s asking. I mean, I know his NAME. It’s a small field. His people and my people have crossed paths a few times.

We’ve never met and I’ve never worked there. But he heard good things from people he trusts and wants to see where my head is at.

I don’t know if I’ll reply because when I am truly ready for a new everything, I don’t think it should include “what I have already done for the past 20 years.”

But when you think about it, wow. And just like that, everything really could change.

Whether it’s the right change or just change for the sake of it, however, remains to be seen.

I really really really hate this day

July 29th, 2015, 1:48 PM by Goddess

No sleep. When the banshees did let their screaming abate and I was lulled into a false sense of relaxation, they threw something heavy at the floor at 4 a.m.


Get to work. Place still stinks. I go find a worker who was supposed to be helping. He doesn’t help but asks me on a date.

Second one to ask.

Because, girl who hangs out alone all day is an easy target, I guess. I hate leaving the door unlocked but damn the stink in this building is enough to choke a whore.

Not a single ladies’ restroom is available on any floor. I have been holding my bladder all day — was supposed to run errands at lunch but no lunch break — so it was easy to reject the date because it was either that or homicide.

Homicide is still sounding like a great idea anyway. I’ve got a long list and a whole lot of anger to let out.


July 28th, 2015, 11:35 PM by Goddess

Another night of playing “how many times can I call the cops on the jagoffs upstairs before they stop fighting/stomping/throwing things.” Whee!

I concur

July 28th, 2015, 1:42 PM by Goddess

“Someone who spends 1 hour a week making $75,000 a year will likely be happier (all other things being equal) than someone who spends 80 hours a week to make $75,000 a year.”

ValueWalk, “Happiness, Time, Independence & Dividends

Although I don’t know if I agree that money can only buy happiness on an income up to $75,000. Maybe if I had someone else in the house making the same or more, I’d be a lot happier. Of course, I’d just be thrilled to not have to float the rent check between the due date and payday …


July 28th, 2015, 11:23 AM by Goddess

To go get some lunch to escape the ass smell for a few minutes, or to hope I can leave at a reasonable-ish hour and not have to return to this butt-funk?

I’m ready to cry.