Monday, April 24, 2006

Murphy's Law

Everything was going too well. I lost 11 pounds. My bank account was resucitated. My vacation was wonderful. I found the perfect white purse and even more perfect white sandals. Life was humming along nicely. I even came home from Miami to an unexpected refund check. Maybe that check was the straw that broke the camel's back. Maybe it tipped the scales too far, and balance needed to be restored. Whatever the reason, ever since 6:30 p.m. on Sunday, everything that can go wrong, has gone wrong and worse.

It all started with the funny smell that pummeled my olfactory nerve the second I lugged my suitcase in the house. The scent of wet dog and garbage converged on my poor nasal passages alerting me to the fact that something was wrong. I checked the kitchen and the sink was empty and the garbage had been taken out. I had no idea what could be wrong, so I left the windows open and hoped the aroma was the remnants of a rotting meal that had since been brought outside. But like my parents often did when I was a child, I was pointing the finger in the wrong direction. When my roommates (just got a new one) arrived home, they showed me the real culprit. The basement was drowning in an inch of water, lovely stagnant, bubbling, brown tinged water. I attributed the problem to the ever problematic roots that like to grow into my main pipes and called Mr. Rooter to fix the problem. After wasting enough water to hydrate the Sahara, Mr. Rooter determined that my pipes were A-Okay and charged me $24 just for showing up and doing no work (which makes me wonder how I can find such a gig).
First thing the next morning, I called the city in an attempt to blame the problem on a sewer back up. Unfortunately, the sewer wasn't to blame either. Turns out, my trusty water heater decided to overheat then throw up all over my basement. FUCK!!!
Knowing the source of the problem was a good thing, learning about the remedy has sent me into a tailspin. Replacing the water heater was damn near $600 bucks. But then there's the clean up. Since the water had been sitting in my basement for approximately 72 hours, I now have millions of microorganisms as pets. Yippee! I hope there's enough kibble in the cabinets to feed them all. Fortunately, I found out that home owner's insurance will cover the damage. Unfortunately, there's a $1000 deductible. FUCK!! Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!
It's not that I don't have the money. I've been saving for a rainy day, and it fucking poured. The thing is, I don't want to spend over $1500 on home repairs. That's $1500 that I can't put towards a car, or moving expenses, or a yacht party with strippers. What the hell am I going to do with a water heater? Cold showers would probably do me some good.
On top of this calamity, I got a heartfelt "thanks but not thanks" letter about a job, I was just sure would get me back to civilization. It's back to the drawing board, searching job postings, submitting resumes, interviewing, ass kissing, and so on and so forth. I hate this process. To add insult to injury, several hours of searching monster.com have shown me that even with a B.S. degree from an Ivy League school and 3+ years of work experience I'm not even qualified to be a junior administrative assistant. FUCK ME!! Please.

14 comments:

RebeLioness said...

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN! I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. But you raised a good point: is there a limit on how much sunshine can infiltrate our lives before that menacingly black cloud returns to hover over us indefinitely, inundating us with tragedies...just to have the sun evaporate them and warm us again? I've been asking myself that for years! It seems you can't get too excited about the good cuz the bad is SURE to follow! I find myself hoping good shit DON'T happen!

Anyway, so sorry you've had to go through all that, and as for that job, FUCK 'EM! But, I will agree with one thing...you aren't qualified to be a junior administrative assistant--you are OVER-qualified!

Lynn said...

You are so qualified. You are more than qualified. Timing wasn't right. Relax, you will get a job!!! So sorry about your gross sewage PROBLEM

gr8gatsby said...

I am so in the same boat as you. Degrees mean jack shit. It's all about the experience methinks.

FLS said...

That just sucks. I pictured myself in that situation and I would've been pissed. I don't have the money to fix that shit and I would've proly had bad water in the crib for a couple more days...or until the bruhs or "friends of the bruhs" showed up with buckets, etc. etc.

Yeah the job thing is getting on my nerves too. I'm sitting over her in my button up shirt growing a damn afro. Why...because I'm rebelling. I hate corporate america but I'm not ready to be po.

I wonder how close we are to spontaneously combusting?

EnCloset said...

anytime u want to get serious on your last request, u know where to get me.

:p

Leah said...

Well, shit. :(

stella said...

oh girlfriend. es muy mal.

sorry to hear this...but at the least, you having saved for a rainy day is more than most.

at least this won't put you into debt, eh?

the yaht can wait. the micro-organisms preparing to take over your home, probably WONT.

and. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

:-(

Laurie said...

I sympathize completely. I just took out a ton of money for my vacation (leaving just enough to, like you, keep my budget intact), only to find that my car needs a new battery AND a new starter.

Seeing as my car is the biggest financial responsibilty I have in my life (besides mySELF), much like your house is in your life, it pretty much turned my Pre-Vacation Excellent Mood sour.

Fucking Murphy.

Sara said...

I feel your pain dude.

Buffy said...

Eleven freakin' pounds!!

If that's not pounds sterling (£)...I hate you.

RebeLioness said...

LMAO @ encloset! Hilarious! Unfortunately, you'll be waiting a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time for that!

tall glass of vino said...

The primary lesson I learned in my never-ending employment quest (freelancing +), is to view the numerous 'thanks, but no thanks' notes as a good thing - a practice pass for the Real Thing.

It's all about outlook, baby!

Jailbait said...

Must you use the 'F'word so much? What would Jesus do? I love you Liz. :o)

Oh, and you're a skinny piece of crap.

Professor Zero said...

Overqualified is right. You're a fun person, too, smart and original.