ever have a day that just exhausts you? well today is that day for me. i was about to head out to the grocery store this afternoon and there was a white envelope clipped to my door. it was marked with the street address of my apartment. i take it. go back in. set down my purse and keys and slit it open and read it.
my apartment complex filed a dispossessory warrant on my tenancy today.
full. stop. sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. immediate thought, ‘where am i going to go? i have nowhere to go.’ shaking. stomach cramped and suddenly clammy, i walk over to the chair and pretty much fall into it.
not sure how much time went by. eventually got up and went to get some water and on the way happened to think… hey… wait a frakking minute… i paid rent for august. internalized, “DOH!” followed by rushing to my purse to snag the checkbook and verify.
yes, in fact, i did pay the august rent. rush to the computer to check online banking. yes, the check has cleared.
now i’m angry. which is better than scared.
call the office. why it is that people always assume they couldn’t have made an error? i wait for the woman to take a breath from her snooty litany of required fees and deadlines and then repeat myself, ‘you’re not listening. i paid my rent. on time. it has cleared my bank. you have made a mistake.’
pause.
“OH!” the voice is magically human. amazing how that works. “May I have your check number and the date it cleared your account?” i gave it to her. apparently, this isn’t the first time this has happened. oh for joy.
she took my number and said she’d call me back. i continued to the grocery store.
standing in the aisle when the phone rings. oh yeah, big mistake, so sorry, all fixed now, apologies for the error, won’t happen again thankyouhaveanicedaygoodbye.
i think she managed to get it all out without taking a breath. pretty impressive, really.
alas, the stress of it has set me below minimum levels of tolerance for more than slowly pecking this out and then, taking myself to bed. reaction and relief are like a giant fuzzy blanket and i can barely keep my eyes open.
hah. i mistyped ‘fuzzy’ as ‘fuxxy’. oh yeah. time to sleep.