The couple of months since my last entry have been a bit of a nightmare. I'll try to give a Cliff's Notes version.
Since my roommate still wasn't working by the end of April, I decided that it was time to move out. She was technically employed, but the nature of the job was such that she hadn't done any work yet, and the couple of times she did come in, she was told they weren't ready for her and needed to reschedule. I ultimately decided to move back into my parents' place, to try to save money. I notified my roommate's dad by voicemail before the end of April to let him know that I was going to move out, with or without the roommate. It was a couple of weeks before we heard anything from him. He didn't want her moving in with him, and he offered to help pay half the rent if I stayed at the current place with her or got a new place with her. I might have taken him up on it if he had mentioned it a couple of weeks before, but it was too late to change my mind by then. We were supposed to be out no later than May 31st, a Friday. I hired a moving service to move my stuff, and was hoping her stuff would also be out by then, but nope, she needed the entire weekend to pack and move her stuff. I came over at 6:00 that Monday morning, and there was still more stuff there than I was comfortable with. It was 9:00 a.m. by the time we got everything out and turned her key in. Anyway, her dad was able to get her an apartment within a couple of days of moving out. Now, if she can only get working.
On May 3rd, I ended up wrecking my precious 13-year-old Saturn. It was raining, I was driving northbound on Preston Highway, and some asshole decided they were going to try to cross the northbound lanes to make a left turn onto the southbound lanes. I avoided the car, but ended up fishtailing, ultimately crashing the side of my car into the concrete base of a light pole. I almost wish I had hit them, so they couldn't have gotten away with it. The repairs would have been about two-thirds of what my car was valued at, so it was totaled out, meaning I'd have to get a new car. This totally put a wrench in the "saving money" part of my plans for moving out. I got my stuff out of the car on May 8th, and thought State Farm was ready to come get it. Another two weeks passed, and I still hadn't heard anything about getting a check. I don't know what happened, but apparently I missed a step somewhere, or maybe the collision center forgot to contact State Farm or something, because the car was still sitting in the collision center's salvage yard. The main thing I don't remember them telling me to do was to take my license plate off. So, I went and did that. It was May 30th when I signed the title over and got the check, but it would be a couple more weeks before I was in any shape to go car shopping. I won't go into the whole story about my car shopping experience, but long story short, I really shouldn't go car shopping without an "adult". I was eager to turn in my rental, since State Farm stopped paying for it on May 26th (I really wish I could've gotten my check while they were still paying the rental), and I called in sick so I could get it done, so I ended up buying the first car I came across.
I had long term plans for that Saturn. I even bought a new CD player for it back in March. The stereo itself worked, but the CD player died around late November/early December, and a few months of not having a CD player drove me nuts. I couldn't even have the new CD player taken out of my car when they were valuing the car because they would've had to do a new estimate, and I didn't want to fuck with it. But thankfully, my new car has a rocking sound system. Too bad the hearing in my right ear isn't what it used to be.
I still work at the place I've been working at since October. They have big ceiling fans, but some areas have no airflow, and there's no real climate control. I sweat so god damn much that I'm dubbing this place "Moisture Farm" from now on. The day before my wreck, my team lead came up to me and told me that they wanted someone to go to Third Shift (or as I call it, Turd Shift) because they needed someone competent there. I begrudgingly decided to do it, mostly for the shift differential and the likelihood of getting hired on sooner, and was to start Turd Shift the following Monday. The irony is that they were supposedly so low on work that Friday that Turd Shift wouldn't have to come in at all, so if I had already been working Turd Shift that week, I wouldn't have wrecked my car! I didn't hear anything about getting hired on until a few weeks ago, and officially applied about a week or two ago. I have no idea when I'll officially be hired on. They're also trying to make me the official Turd Shift lead. I have no doubt that I'm the best qualified for it, but I think I might be too scatterbrained for it. I have enough stress in my life without having to be put in charge of people.
I'm glad that I haven't had to worry about rent, but I'm still a hot fuckin' mess. I've had to buy tons of allergy medicine because Ohio Valley, which ain't cheap. I also just started taking probiotics again, in hopes that I won't be getting the Metformin Squirts so often. Probiotics are also not cheap. I hope that whatever health insurance I get through Moisture Farm is worth a shit, and that they pay for Xigduo (Xigduo = Farxiga + Metformin), since the side effects with Xigduo are less severe than with Metformin alone.
