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Helping out a friend, so much stress!

 

Thing have been sort of stressful lately. I’ve been looking for a good job and not found one yet. I also need something for my moms birthday.

I have however been able to help out a really good friend. He needed some help finding a new place and moving. I’ve been helping him pack and move in my car which isn’t really fun, lol. I also sadly… damaged my car… A drawer opened and bashed mt rear window.  So there is now a small dent in my rear window. The ceiling liner of my car is also damaged, grrrr…. It totally sucks considering it wasn’t damaged at all before the move.  Now I have a dented ceiling liner and I just know my rear window defrost isn’t going to work when it starts getting colder 🙁

I’m so disappointed in myself for this. We were just really frustrated and rushing and boom car window broken. *sigh*

and now here’s where the stress peaks out >.>

 

So during the move my car got damaged, when we got the large truck and got to the new apartment… it was NOT ready. It had the carpet pulled out (new carpet supposed to be installed), the counters were removed (again supposed to be new), no blinds, fridge or stove. WTF?
So we have a rented truck full of stuff and we cannot unload it? Holy shit!

 

So we complain to the manager of the building duh, and she is like,  I’m busy, I don’t care. Again WTF?
Now, while I would say, Don’t go here because the manager sucks! its one of the few affordable places in the wanted location that takes cats. Also, its move in day, its not like he can just go home sit down and come back tomorrow.

so we had to basically harass them for the carpet to put the stuff in the room. I was there until 5:30, still having not eaten all day. so finally, @#$%! I am going to Denny’s ( Thank God, a restaurant with awesome food is still open!). It was so much nicer to be able to have a nice meal. Awesome Chicken burger and my friend just loved the bacon burban burger (it was pretty good, but I hate mushrooms).  I also order a spaghetti for the next day (thank god the microwave was in th front sea of my car because there is no stove or fridge here!

All day, all night, packing unpacking…

now, harassing them for stuff and for cleaning. Sadly the manager of the place really is a B@$%! BAsically, since the place has been rented, she doesn’t give a rats ass anymore. WOW, its all I can say. time to complain to the building owner and the tenants right’s Advisory (o how fun)

 

This has been super shitty, the whole month. Just, how does one building with over 150 suites have such a crap manager?

And geez, what a horrible exp. All I am doing is trying to help a very dear friend, and it just… seems like it blows up in my face. Not to mention his bad back is acting up again, no doubt from the stress of the move.

Luckily, the cat seems ok with the new place….

 

Merlin sleeping
Merlin sleeping on his blankey
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Inspiration from a friend

Inspiring a friendInspiration, why is it so hard to find sometimes?
For a long time Ive felt as though I had none, or at least, very little of it. Like my imagination had just disappeared.
I don’t know how or why but its like my mind was just empty, a blank slate, and quite frankly… That sucks.
Recently however I feel as though it has come back, not on its own however. A very good friend found it and brought it back to me.
He told me that he loved my art because I really try and you can see the effort put into it.
He also told me that I should draw what I liked and whatever I wanted to.
Thats what really got me, I guess being so busy and not having time to draw a lot I got stuck. I stopped drawing things that I liked because I was trying to hard to think of something that other people would like. The reality is that people like my art because they already like what I like or they just plain like it!
So yeah, 2 simple sentences and I recovered something I had lost. He brought it back to me without even having to look for it, I am so grateful for that. Thank you!

It reminds me of another when a different friend once told me, “I don’t want to copy, I want to create my own”

But nothing lost nothing gained right? Now that person is having a hard time in their life. I just wish that there was something that I could do to help, but it seems like there isn’t anything. I would love to give him a painting and hope that I can give him even just a little bit of what he gave back to me.

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