Oh man. Moving, it seems, can be quite the royal pain in the ass! After coming so close as to almost offer a lady my first born as collateral in proving just what an awesome tenant I am, she is still torn between Steve and I, and another couple. Le poop! I understand that North Van is a lot more North than a lot of the stuff I’d like about Vancouver, but this suite is in a house that has just totally been redone, and the rent is RIDICULOUSLY cheap and is all-inclusive.
I went on a mass-emailing spree last night in an attempt to gain more prospects for apartments. So far there are a few nice places that are a little closer to where I’d like to be, but they’re also a little more expensive. All of them are at least dog friendly though! Thank goodness we don’t own a huge dog, or we’d be SOL!
All I know is that I keep finding things out about my workplace that literally make me want to spit, and I can honestly say that I’ve never felt like this before. I’m not even talking spit on a co-worker in a “you suck” kind of way. I just want to spit because I am so disgusted with the garbage I am dealing with right now that I am literally thinking of quitting two weeks earlier just because I am almost at the point of being emotionally tormented. It’s crazy!
I should just leave dog poop in my drawers when I leave! Ha!