Week Two & Still Homeless

So began my second week at work. At the same time, so began my second week staying in an extended stay. Have I grown accustomed to this place and is it home? No. It's hard for an extended stay to really feel like "home," but after a day's work, I guess you can say it's close enough.

Let's take today for example. It was a long and busy day, but not in a bad way. The work kept flowing and I was able to get a lot done. Unfortunately, that meant I didn't leave the office until a little past six. Upon arriving at my extended, I proceeded to take off my pants and switch into my pajama pants. I swear, if that is not one of the first things you do when you get "home" you don't know what comfortable means. I then followed the change in outfit to microwaving dinner and sitting on the couch, with my feet propped up and watching Jeopardy, all while eating dinner. It sounds scandalous, and let me tell you, it really wasn't. It's not 9:28 p.m. and I'm sitting in bed, updating my blog before I go to bed. You must think my life is riveting. Not!

You know what is riveting! The saga that is renting in the Orlando area. Update time! Friday afternoon, I got a call from my relator informing me that the tenant who was living in the unit I'm currently working on renting moved out two days before. Two days! Thus, I'm led to conclude that they have been peeing on my back and telling me it's raining, figuratively speaking. At that moment, I instructed my relator to start looking at other options, because let's be real, I wanted to move into a place weeks ago...

In the light of all of this, I've realize I can handle unfortunate situations longer than I expected, or perhaps I'm getting really good at telling people it's not bothering me. I may also just be really good an avoiding my problems and hoping that things work themselves out eventually. Or I choose to avoid discussing my problems with strangers too much, because I don't want to be that girl. I don't really know, but I do know this, I've been working on my heavy breathing, because I refuse to be pushed to stress induced tears (again).

Anyways, I hope to update you all with good news before the end of the week! Come on, Kefi, find me a place to live! Oh, and if it's not with the complex I've been working on trying to rent, I'm totally cool with that too...they haven't really been the most hospitable of unites...

Namaste, y'all. Namaste.

Sincerely,

Cybill

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Renting Is A Struggle

Trying to find a place, renting it and moving is a struggle, y'all. And it is real. In a matter of two days my feelings of moving to a new city have developed into the feelings of moving to new state. That state is the State of Anxiety.

Hit one. After submitting my rental application and dropping my deposit at the post office, I received an email informing me the property was no longer available. Seriously? Why did I go through all the trouble of sending and scanning the application? Why couldn't you have told me you received and application you were going to accept. Not cool, dude.

Let's just say, after receiving this email, I wanted nothing more than to curl back up in my bed and possibly cry. I didn't cry though. Instead, I curled up on the couch for a bit and then began to search for another place. I also contacted the realtor I've been speaking to, with the hopes that he knew of other one bedroom apartments.

Holla! Cory (the realtor) came through! Though where I'm living will turn out to be more expensive (this apartment isn't furnished & cable, electricities and the like aren't included in the monthly rent) there are some positives. I'll be a lot closer to the office. So close, in fact, that I'll be able to walk to work. While the Florida heat may not be favorable for that, I'd feel silly driving when I'll be living half a mile (or a 10 minute walk) away. Another plus! There is a washer and dryer in the unit. I don't know about you guys, but that's practically like gold to me. Reason in being, you can do laundry whenever you want and as someone who likes the option of doing laundry at any hour and wearing old beat up pajamas it's gold. Real gold! However, this is more to this story...

Hit two. General rental applications is a hit to an already bruised ego. I totally get the need for a credit check, but when you know I'm currently unemployed and moving to a new city for work, you'd think you'd get a direct answer to the questions I've asked. Wrong. I've been asking the same questions over and over and receiving little feedback. There's also the emails that include include a suggested solution to keep the process moving froward. Let's pick up the up take, people!

Despite all of this, I'm trying to stay optimistic. Something has to work out, right? Besides, it's only Wednesday and while my hopeful move-in date is quickly approaching, there is still time to light a fire under someone's butt...or call them crying.

I also want to go ahead and apologize now. I feel as if I sound like one of those girls. You know the type. Their Facebook is nothing more than a constant stream of complaints in regard to how their life is so hard and their cry for pity is palpable. I don't want to be one of those girls. I want to be someone who figures things out. I want to be someone who takes the advice of Tim Gun and who "makes it work." So, that's what I'm going to do...or what I've been doing while drafting this blog post — I've been replying to emails from the realtor and asking additional questions.

I'm going to share some GREAT news with you guys soon. I promise. It's the year of Kefi and this problem isn't going to stay a problem!

Sincerely,

Cybill

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Good ol' Sibling Rivalry

What is it about the holiday season that reminds you just how much your family can drive you to an extreme state of mental and emotional exhaustion? Yeah, sure, there's the Hallmark aspect, full of love, joy and merriment, but I'm going to call bull if you tell me it's like that all. the. time.

I grew up with an older brother. We were close in age, being only 14 months apart. Naturally, sibling rivalry developed, lines were drawn and there have been plenty of times I didn't hold back in throwing a punch. Finally, we parted ways and packed some miles between us when he moved to college. It was a blessing, seriously. Aside from not having to share a bathroom — Hallelujah! — the pressure to be "better"didn't seem so omnipresent. But now, when he comes home from his hot shot job in Chicago, my status as an unemployed college graduate, living at home is highlighted ever more in the eyes of my parents. God, help me now.

My brother has been home for less than 24 hours and I've already found the desire to stick a fork in my eye, jump off a bridge to a rocky death and hash it out on this blog. Oh, you think I'm kidding...I'm not, that's why I'm on here.

As this holiday season drags on, I can only imagine where my angst will take me. The Christmas party slated for tomorrow is already marked with a red flag as I brace myself for the question I've grown to hate, "What are you doing now," — or any other variation. The sassy side of me will answer, "Just dickin' around," or "Nothing. I'm freeloading," but whether or not that side will attend, is a fate yet unknown. It'll also be a hard fight to keep her from surfacing as I get sassier with increased frustration.

So, call me bitter, call me a Grinch, call me someone who is sick of the comparisons, because I'm over it. I may not have a job (yet) and I sure as heck don't have a retirement plan, but I can do some pretty damn amazing things and I think I'm a pretty kickass person, regardless of your opinions or bank statement.

Sincerely,

Cybill

Bite Me

Disregarding the fact that it's the holiday season and joy should be the default emotion, I'm sulking and I don't care what you really think.

Chalk it up to whatever reason you can muster, but facts are facts and some things in life just suck. Finding out you have a flat tire when you need to get somewhere can be an example. Folding laundry is another. We all have them. Our "hate" list. Whether or not your list includes people is a different story, and my list isn't of that sort.

In efforts for full disclosure, I'm particularly peeved in regard to the job hunt. The job hunt is an unfortunate fact of life. You need money — if you boil things down to logistics, maybe you can get by without it — and you need a job to earn money. Landing a job usually requires applying to jobs. All facts understood. However, it doesn't make the process any less unpleasant.

Let me map out my thought process for you.

I am the type to research an agency, company or what have you, prior to sending an application. Research is a must, as you want to make sure you "click." As I was structured to be optimistic — a blessing and a curse — I find myself excited about joining a team. However, that isn't always the case.

After crafting an application consisting of a resume and doting cover letter, I wait. And wait. And wait. As cruel reality would have it, I don't here back. Yes, there is the standard, "Thank you for your application. We will review it carefully and contact you if you meet our qualifications," reply. There is also nothing. No confirmation. No salute to your efforts. No recognition of existence. To that, I say, BITE ME!

I've discussed this predicament with friends on multiple occasions. The feelings of frustration is present regardless of whether or not I hear anything, but which situation is worse? Receiving the "You're extremely talented, but we've selected another candidate that better suits our needs," email or nothing at all?

Whether or not you're asking me, I'm going to give you my opinion and I'll say, hearing nothing is a fate more cruel. On behalf of all applicants — specifically myself — we'd like some recognition of our efforts, despite how feeble you may consider our skills or attempts. Have some humanity...or some simple consideration for our time and efforts.

...okay, my disgruntled rant is over.

Sincerely,

Cybill

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