So much crap has gone down since I the other day that I honestly don’t know where to begin.
Tuesday night: I arrive home from a late gym class to find my room EMPTY. Like no bed. Or clothes.
I go upstairs to find Kate and Rhyl, and a pack of their supportive friends. A delegate from the pack of friends tells me that I’m being kicked out of the house.
They realise that it’s not exactly cosher to throw me out on the street, so they won’t charge me rent this week, and my bond is going to be returned, despite the ‘damage’ done to my room.
(WHAT DAMAGE? THE PAINT YOU SCRAPED OFF MY WALLS WHILE SNEAKING MY BED OUT OF MY ROOM WHILE I WAS AT WORK?)
They’ve put my stuff in the garage and I have a week to figure out what to do with it.
Oh, and they’ve changed the locks.
Much later Tuesday night: I end up crashing at a backpackers in a very dodgy area of town because I have $128.90 until payday next week.
Wednesday morning: I wake up to find my rusty bomb of a car missing. There is nothing but a pile of broken glass where I parked it last night.
Wednesday day:Worst. Day. Ever. received a formal warning from boss for not showing up on time. Skipped uni. Looked at 9 different places, none of them are avaliable until next Wednesday at the earliest. All of them want rent and bond immediately. Rent I could put on credit but bond won’t be back in my account till Monday.
Wednesday night: Shower at the gym, begin walking to the backpackers.
GET CHASED BY A PACK OF WILD DOGS.
Not like stray retrievers or anything either. Actual, fucking, AFRICAN Wild Dogs.
You don’t see African Wild Dogs in my country unless you are at the zoo. The zoo did not have a escaped pack of wild dogs last night. Therefore, I believe I was chased by a pack of were-wild dogs.
And not friendly ‘play’ chased. I was getting definite ‘We’re going to eat you alive’ vibes from that pack. I’m pretty sure I only survived because I run pretty fast, and I managed to get back to a main road with people and cars pretty quickly.
Thursday morning:get a call from Rhyl and Kate – aka worst flatmates ever. They tell me they think they saw my dog hanging around outside the house. They are calling the pound if it comes back. Also: They decided they need the garage for Rhyls car.
I have until Saturday to figure out what do do with all my crap, or it’s going out on the kerb.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m crashing with my work friend Sarah until after the weekend, but she has a teeny tiny city apartment. I guess I could see about putting stuff in storage, but I don’t have too much cash left over.
I don;t want to stay with Sarah after Sunday because I don’t know her too well, and I need to let the wolf out soon (stress means I can’t go as long without changing…)
Also there’s the issue of the wild dogs. Who wanted to eat me.
And the ‘dog’ hanging around my old flat.
I have to go file a police report on my stolen car this afternoon.
AHHH! WORST WEEK EVER.
