It’s been somewhat of a hectic few days since I last posted. I need to elaborate on my rainy phone situation and remind anyone new to the site that I don’t have Wi-Fi at the shit hole that I live in. All because a certain, what did my friend Leilani call him, bum isn’t bothering to get a job to help out with the hotspot HE bought. The device is literally in his name and he can’t even be bothered to come up with the money for the damn thing. Nickie G and I did for a while before we realized how fruitless it was for us to be paying for the Wi-Fi he was also using. I’m so tired of him doing absolutely nothing, being half the reason, our electricity bill can’t go under $175. The other half is due to the freezing temperatures hitting every corner of this shit trailer with its shit holes and shit setup.
Can you tell I’m not in the greatest mood?
Allow me to elaborate the rainy phone situation and, now, our kitchen sink-less situation. So, back on the 12th of this month, also known as Wednesday, I dumbly went outside without putting my waterproof case on my phone. In my defense, I didn’t know it was going to rain hard until about an hour after I’d set up at my favorite spot, also known as The Swings. The Swings are a part of the same land that a church and my dad’s grave sit on that is walking distance from my shitpit. I go there when I need to cool off or I just feel like being creative without actually having to do anything but swing and listen to music. Back to the story. It rained, hard. My phone was in my backpack but it was one of those packs that doesn’t zip. It clips shut which leaves two gaps on the edges just big enough for water to get in and ruin and already slowly dying iPhone 6. I lost lots of things that day and I’ve been able to recover most of them thanks to an almost forgotten iPod but this means that I am now stuck with one of my old Straight Talk phones and I can’t even activate the darn thing without one or two things happening: 1) I have to change my number which I’m trying everything to prevent and will, still, most likely have to do and 2) I have to buy a new phone plan. Thing is, this will NOT be my permanent replacement phone until I can afford the actual phone I’ve been drooling since a few months ago. I’d rather buy an ok replacement phone that tides me over long enough to get said drool-y phone. I did just that this morning, just before my shift at work. I went onto Straight Talk’s phone section and purchased a refurbished Samsung Galaxy J3 Orbit which put me, roughly, $60 in the hole if I include the phone plan and Free 2-day shipping (and those damn taxes). I can, somewhat, afford this since I still keep a close eye on my bank account. Actually, since Wednesday, that’s a lie. I haven’t been on my account due to the fact that I don’t like going to the bank and every time I go online to check; they HAVE to text my rainy phone for a confirmation code. I wonder if I can ever get those missing text messages I’ve had from these past 4 days.
Next situation. The kitchen sink-less situation isn’t going to be fixed so this is more of a rant than a problem with a foreseeable solution. Actually, I have flex seal (which works wonders by the way) but I have no energy to put into this “house”. I’ll make this one quick since I’d rather talk about my date night with Beau from the other day. Basically, a certain humongous rat chewed through a pipe (one of those rubbery ones. Don’t judge, I can’t remember what they’re called all of a sudden) so I flex sealed it since it didn’t seem like a big deal. Wrong idea. I came back the next day and it was working great. Within, say, 12 hours there was a new problem. I can only assume what happened was all the water pressure moved to another pipe (this one, not rubbery) and it made an even bigger mess. Only good news I can give is that it doesn’t appear to be leaking when the water is off. Or, at least, not much. Still, the water bill is going to haunt me, I know it. Instead, I’ve been using the sink in the bathroom Nickie G and I share. Only a couple extra steps more to avoid a flood in a “house” with already rotting floors. Fun.
Speaking of fun, I had that 2 days ago on Valentines Day. Is there supposed to be an apostrophe after the E in Valentines? I can’t look it up since I’m just a sad guy (gal) with no Wi-Fi. I know I won’t bother to make too many changes when I finally get around to posting this, hopefully tomorrow. I miss how I used to could just put things on my iPhone and then when I got to work the next day, I’d have them posted. I suppose I could do that with my iPod. It does hold all my music and there are a few things I’d like to look into using work’s Wi-Fi. I wanted to look up some stuff today, mostly on Straight Talk, but work has been busy the past two days. What can I expect with it being a weekend at a hotel? We had a choir and a baseball team. Essentially saying, we were packed. The good news is everyone was fairly neat (i.e. not leaving trash everywhere) and they were all very polite and respectful. I enjoy groups like that and, for the most part, we get them. Although, one time, we had a family reunion there around the time I was finally given my own housekeeping cart and rooms. I was already anxious about being on my own and making my time when it seemed like every other room I went into, I was interrupted by one of the family members poking their heads out the door to ask for something they would have gotten from me if they’d bothered to wait a little while longer for. It’s always frustrating to think, as well, that you can use your towels for more than one day. And, yet, it seemed like every room wanted new towels midway through the day. Or they’d hang the DND sign which is great for housekeeping, bad for a few hours after we left and Front Desk would be bombarded with calls asking for towels and rags. My “favorite” moment was when a woman asked me to pick up her dirty towels and get her new ones, only to ask me why I wasn’t wearing gloves. Apparently, according to her, I have to be wearing gloves. I just internally rolled my eyes and told her they were in one of my three shirt pouches. (Suck it, I have three shirt pockets) She told me to put them on or she’d spank me like one of her children. I found this odd and almost asked her who she thought she was. Thank goodness I stopped. I would never have heard the end of it. I just ignored the comment and walked away.
Wait, wait, wait. I’m getting off topic again. My date with Beau. It was wonderful. I had to work that morning and didn’t get off until about noon-thirty. I put on a cute flower dress I posted on here a few entries ago and my boss picked at me because he’s never seen me in “casual clothes”. He must have forgotten I was wearing a dress for the Christmas Party which he hosted. Anyway, Beau and I met at the less crowded movie theater and watched Dolittle. It was hilarious and great. I only had one complaint: Robert Downey Jr. looked like he was lip-syncing his words and a slightly different voice came out, instead. It threw me, but I still enjoyed it. After the movie, we ate at an amazing restaurant where we were both entertained and fed. I’m still low-key mad because I left my leftovers at his house, exactly like I warned him I would. He said he’d remind me but he forgot too. We were both tired. I knew how bears felt after we got back from the restaurant. All I wanted to do was take a nap but I had work in the morning, so I couldn’t stay the night.
I’m frustrated we haven’t had much opportunity to talk since then but it’s no one’s fault, really. Okay, it’s kinda mine. My phone’s off so I haven’t been able to message him once work is over with and by that point, he’s either at work or just waking up. I’m hoping to have everything fixed by Wednesday. That’s my last day off of my, given, two days so I want things to be fixed even more. I just have tomorrow to work which is nice. According to my sources, tomorrow won’t be too busy. I wonder what stuff I can do once I get off work. I always think that I have such a big possibility to get things done since I’m done with work by 11am on the weekdays. I could work on my project for Grayson. I could go see Grayson. I could go to one of the few places with free Wi-Fi and use it to deal with anything pertaining to the internet. I could study the lines Nigel gave me for my next scene which I’ve been horribly putting off. Like my gym membership. It’s just chilling while it takes $10 out of my account every month. Only reason I haven’t canceled is because I use their showers every so often and with my house falling apart, I want to have a back up way to be clean. At least, until I finally move. Also, I really need to get to the pile of books by my bed. I put them in a neat little basket to keep them all in one place in case Oreo decides he wants to remind me he’s a cat, again, and knock over my drink. At least, it’ll get on the basket and not the books this time.
I need to wrap this entry up. I’m fighting sleep and making it worse with some much-needed chamomile.