I swear, from the moment I woke up today, the day has completely sucked. I feel like I wake up in an alternate universe from time-to-time. I turn my phone on to a voicemail from my landlord, and a bazillion texts from J. The landlord was vague, but J cleared things up. When we looked at the upstairs apartment, we didn't want him to change or renovate anything and we offered the same rent to move up. The landlord agreed.. Then today calls J and says that he "needed" to do more renos than he thought, and thinks $50 more a month is fair. OK, to be fair on his part, he did originally ask $50 more/month for the apartment we're in now, and we agreed on our price.
Then J tells me that my landlord wants me to cat-sit his cats while he's away on vacation.. and that he'll pay me to care for them. Why not just keep the rent the same and I'll watch the cats for free any time he needs me to? So I need to figure out what to do about that one now. Will his cats be here with me and mine? Will I need to drive an hour across Brooklyn to care for them? What makes him think I'm willing to do this?
Then, I stripped my hair today because I was lazy yesterday. The stripper made my hair orange. Seriously, Carrot Top's hair is a less wild colour than what happened to me.. and it didn't even take everywhere! SO I put the dye on my head anyway, and it wasn't taking. The box said no more than 30 minutes, in big, bold letters.. So I was afraid to leave it in longer (new product to me). My hair is currently up in a towel and I'm terrified to check.
My friend cancelled lunch on me, so I called my dad to see if he was doing his usual Friday afternoon lunch routine. There's a lot I need to get done, and it would've been easier to do by him, rather than a neighbourhood I know nothing about yet.. And I wanted to see my dad. He informed me that a very near and dear family friend passed away the other day. I feel like all the air in my apartment has been sucked out, and I'm in total disbelief. I've rarely been one to cry over a person passing away, but this one is hiting me like a truck. I was just thinking about her the other day.. And now all I can think about is how I forgot to mail her a Christmas card this year. The wake is tonight, and the funeral is tomorrow.. and I'm beside myself.
Re: The day from heck: long vent from the bowels of heck
**HUGS**
I'm so sorry about your friend, hun.
I hope your day gets better and your hair is OK.
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