When it Rains
You know the rest without me saying anything.
Yesterday was one of those weird days when you open your mailbox and find that someone has stuffed it full of evil.
The first was a notice from the Maryland Comptroller about late taxes. The second was a court summons. Our landlord has filed a complaint for repossession of property against us for failure to pay rent — that we paid.
So I get to go to court, and no matter what the court decides, there will now be an inky spot on my record saying that eviction proceedings were filed against me whenever a new landlord runs our history.
I’m sitting here typing this wondering just how much more will be dumped on our heads. Tig Notaro, a comedienne who recently: had a bacterial infection almost destroy her digestive tract; lost her mother in a tragic accident; and went through a breakup only to be diagnosed with breast cancer in both breasts, said in her comedy special, LIVE, “They say God only gives you as much as you can handle. Well. What’s he doing up there, looking down and thinking, ‘Oh, I think she can take just a little more.'”
I love what she said, though I don’t like that particular analogy because A: I am an atheist and B: when people say it to someone going through a rough time they always sound like assholes.
Living in this state has sucked every financial resource we had into nothingness. Every time we think we’re catching up, we get slammed. We’re still paying 2011 taxes. We’re still juggling everything every month and paying almost every bill late because we have to prioritise rent > car > insurance, but then we miss the tax bill and get a notice. We sent a cheque yesterday.
We know we need to move. But how do you do that when you’re drowning in bills?
We can’t use credit lines, because they’re frozen in debt resolution programmes. My parents have no money. Spouse’s parents are in a financial upheaval.
So what do you do when you are limited to one vehicle, currently live in walking distance to work, and the economy is still bad enough that the prospect of job hunting seems both futile and painful?
If anyone has any thoughts or advice, please leave a comment. We’ll take whatever advice we can get within reason.
UPDATE: Yay, I don’t have to go to court. Leasing office said that since we paid it, it’ll be dismissed.
Happy News: Someone loved my Pitch Wars application. And that makes me do this: