I know that sounds whiney for a thread title but I'd seriously like to know "Why me?". Who did I damage in some way to have karma come up and bite me so thoroughly in the ass this week????
First, a raise I was counting on didn't go through on my check like it was supposed to so now I have to go and fight with HR on monday.
Second, my Grandfather died on Wednesday morning so I've spent and emotionally, and physically, draining week up with my family. The only bright spot in any of the preparations for the funeral (which was this morning) was my daughter. Her giggling and smiles were a reminder of the good things in life despite the sadness of the life we'd just lost.
Third, I get home after the funeral and find that my apartment has been broken into. Nothing taken (hell nothing looks like it was even touched!) but the part of the door that used to be around my deadbolt is shredded and I am now spending the night in my lounge at work since I have to work tomorrow anyway.
Fourth, I now have to find a new apartment FAST and don't actually have enough money handy for first month's rent and a deposit so I'm hoping my family will float me a loan if they can afford it.
I am grateful that Peyton and I weren't there when the apartment was broken into and that she is still up at my Mother's (plan was for Mom to watch her while I was working tomorrow and then bring her home tomorrow evening) because I don't know where we would have gone if she'd been with me. I'd have figured out something but it would have taken a lot more work than my just coming up to my hospital and camping out in the lounge.
~sigh~
Can things be better next week please????
First, a raise I was counting on didn't go through on my check like it was supposed to so now I have to go and fight with HR on monday.
Second, my Grandfather died on Wednesday morning so I've spent and emotionally, and physically, draining week up with my family. The only bright spot in any of the preparations for the funeral (which was this morning) was my daughter. Her giggling and smiles were a reminder of the good things in life despite the sadness of the life we'd just lost.
Third, I get home after the funeral and find that my apartment has been broken into. Nothing taken (hell nothing looks like it was even touched!) but the part of the door that used to be around my deadbolt is shredded and I am now spending the night in my lounge at work since I have to work tomorrow anyway.
Fourth, I now have to find a new apartment FAST and don't actually have enough money handy for first month's rent and a deposit so I'm hoping my family will float me a loan if they can afford it.
I am grateful that Peyton and I weren't there when the apartment was broken into and that she is still up at my Mother's (plan was for Mom to watch her while I was working tomorrow and then bring her home tomorrow evening) because I don't know where we would have gone if she'd been with me. I'd have figured out something but it would have taken a lot more work than my just coming up to my hospital and camping out in the lounge.
~sigh~
Can things be better next week please????