One Crappy Week

I woke up with bad news today. Monday, my final straw with my apartment was pulled. I have struggled with mice, non-flying and flying roaches, and a bee flew in my window that I've asked maintenance to fix for months. Luckily, its hot outside and my curtains are heavy so my apt stays cool with the AC. I have tried to seal up everything. I allowed my landlord (and the exterminator) to come in to my apartment and solve the problems when I wasn't. So, I decided I wanted to move. I must be a sucker for punishment because I don't know how I let this go on for 17 months at $690/month. I'm done. I'm going to my rental place tomorrow and I'm throwing up the deuces.
Tuesday, I found out that I did not get the promotion that I applied for. Humble pie has got to be the nastiest desert on earth. There were 6 positions at this particular grade level. Three out of the six people who got a promotion weren't even certified, did not complete all of the training, and did not even have as much time in their current position and yet got picked instead of me. Not just me, but several other people who were much more qualified, than the 3 in particular who were chosen. I would be more content if it were someone who was fully qualified but them...no. Of the 6, not 1 person of color was chosen and they had at least 4 (3 blacks; 1 Hispanic) to choose from. Don't roll your eyes. You know good and well you hope your 'underrepresented' self, gets a second look when applying.

I got a debriefing with the managing supervisor and his message was to me, what it was to everyone else, 'stand out. Make yourself standout'. Well everyone applying for these positions has been here the same amount of time and are doing more or less the same thing. I thought about the people who got it. One wears an 'I hate my job' attitude everyday. The other can barely speak or write. The other, the rumor has it, that they really wanted him to be promoted in order to stay in his current section. Politics as usual. Nonetheless, I took his advice and spruced up my resume for the next round which will take place in the fall. I'll be meeting with the Career Resource Center at my job to do a mock interview once I get word that I've been selected to interview. No sense practicing something that's not going to happen.

The studio that I'm considering is $500 all utilities and some furniture included but the room is small. So I'm nervous. Should I sell my furntiure to get more money for a separate apartment? Should I just go to my mom's house where between rent and 'lending' money for other things here and there, it would still be $500/month and much farther from my job. I'm going to look at it on Saturday morning.

My right side mirror has been cracked (and taped in place) for some time now and I finally decided to get it fixed. The first guy is talking about having to tear the whole thing off (sounds expensive). Looks like it'll be cracked for a few more weeks (tear). But I'm going to get a second opinion.

Now, my health is acting up in an ugly way. I'm going to see my PCP tomorrow. I was asked to go to Teen Camp, something I really wanted to do, and be a counselor but I couldn't because of all these things that sprung up this week. They asked me today and they're leaving tomorrow (a counselor backed out yesterday). Spritual Warfare is real.

Tomorrow's my day off, but I have so much running around to do with looking at apartments, talking with my landlord, getting to my doctor, getting this mane done, and washing clothes, I'm tired just thinking about it.

Please pray my strength and that I make the right decision regarding where to move.

On another note: Don't you hate when you pull a great speaker aside for some private advice and they can't deliver. its like they only knew the great script which they've probably done many times. Its like there's a disconnect. More on this later.