Friday **

 I grow cautious when my mother speaks to me like a regular adult.  We have just been texting about us moving to her house.  I want to clean out her garden shed and organise it into shelving so she can fit more stuff in there, seeing as we will be moving into the room she was building to use primarily for storage.  At the moment she has stuff outside under a tarp and it’s not practical.  Anyway, she has insisted that she will pay for the shelving, and I will check out prices at a few places.  We should also have the start and finish dates for the builder by Monday afternoon.  Like I said, it’s really one of those enclosed patio type deals, so it will only take a week to two weeks for it to be built, or assembled, I should say.

It’s going to be so cold, but I am not worried.  We’ll be back to pretty much living our lives perched on the bed, so I’ll just wear my snuggie constantly. 

Today was a bit of a crap day at work.  We are having the worst run of luck with one particular matter, and it’s like the universe is conspiring against us.  Funny how that happens, I wonder if we will lose.  It sure seems as though it’s not meant to happen for us.  

In cleaning up my credit record, I have discovered that one debt is actually the energy bill for my fucktard friend.  Remember, she was living in my rental property while I was overseas, after conning me with a sob story about having nowhere to go, I had reluctantly let her stay in my house, under my lease.  Then she trashed the place, moved out with zero notice, and I lost my bond, plus incurred $800 of fees for new keys and cleaning expenses.  She miraculously turned up at the real estate and paid the $800, and I thought that was the end of it, aside from losing my best friend and being stressed out of my brain in New Mexico trying to sort this mess out.  

Anyway.  So, I disconnected my energy account when I left, and she never got one for herself.  The energy company reads the meters and sent letters "To Occupier" asking her to set up an account as it was clear that someone was living there.  She didn’t, and so they would have written to the owner of the property, and the real estate agent subsequently contacted the energy company and provided a copy of my lease, saying that I was the responsible tenant. And voila! I have a year’s worth of unpaid energy and gas use tied to my name!

Outrageous.  I was the responsible tenant, so there is no legal way for me to get out of this.  At first I had thought she had used my name to create an account, which would have been simple fraud, but that was not the case.  I have been speaking with the energy company about it and have offered to provide evidence that I was not there, to sign a statutory declaration to that effect, and to provide contact details for the bitch responsible.  There’s a very slim chance that I will succeed, but I have to at least try.  I don’t want to pay that trashbag’s bills, but at the same time I realise that I have few options if I want to clear up my credit record, AND this is all follow on for my poor decision in letting her stay.

I just feel frustrated because I hurt for so long over what happened, and have finally put it behind me and stopped being so bitter about it, only for it to rear its ugly head again. 

But I will solve it.  Like every other problem,  I will figure it out and fix it.  

So yeah, kind of a shitty day.  But we have zero plans for this weekend, other than go to Mum’s and use her washer.  M wants to wash some stuff on a delicate cycle, and it’s a good opportunity for me to do the same thing.  We will do a little light shopping (we are trying to eat up as much of our stockpile of food as we can) and I am going to buy some fancy tea leaves for my mother as a gesture for her recent and continuing help.  I bought her a little duckie tea infuser as part of her mother’s day gift, but didn’t get to pick up any tea leaves in time.

So that’s it for now, I guess.  Neighbours had another blow up last night, so I am feeling tired.  M has made broth and noodles with vegetables and chicken in it, so I am going to eat that, knit some more, and probably go and cuddle up in bed nice and early.  I need to make more progress this weekend with selling, packing, cleaning …. 

And studying? Don’t even ask.  I have such a terrible attitude towards that right now.  

Silly me for relaxing my anxiety and thinking we’ll be okay to get through the next couple of weeks with these assholes next door.  They make so fucking much noise slamming their doors, and Ernie let out one half-bark at the sound because it startled him.  The bitch next door yells out, "shut up!".  Like the fucking hypocritical sack of selfish shit that she is.  This dog never barks at a fucking thing, meanwhile they make so much noise 24 hours a day, and she wants to bitch at the dog for a half yap?  How about next time she’s belting her dog and it’s yelping I yell something out?  No, because then I would be in the wrong, wouldn’t I?  You can’t argue with dumb, so I’m not even going to bother, but I’m still fucking pissed off.  PISSED off.  

And here comes my anxiety again …. efffffffffffffffffffff