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Just sort of wishing I was dead.
Dec. 5th, 2011 09:53 amSo, I've had a headache for the last several days--and a toothache for the last few days. I think I bit down on a popcorn seed and it compressed a filling into a nerve or something.
It seems better today--but my head still hurts.
I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep, and if I never wake up, well, all the better.
At the end of the school year, last year, after I found out I was canned, I decided that it would be better to abandon my house and mail back the keys than to continue wasting money on a house I was going to lose anyhow.
My two colleagues, Susan and Laurie, pressured me into letting Laurie's daughter, her fiance, her two small children, and her two large dogs move into it. The deal was that they were supposed to deposit money into my checking account via the night deposit box and make the $430/month rent payments. They were also to pay the taxes and the insurance along with all the bills connected to the house. The apartment they had in Rochester was $800/month, and that did not include utilities.
I moved out of the house the third week of July. I paid all the bills up to that point, and I left about $1500 in my checking account as a cushion against fees and also just for a small stash of cash for emergencies.
Because I was so emotionally compromised and distraught over the loss of my job and also from the shit that has happened since then--all the broken promises and the lies that have been told to and about me (Fresh crop of them I have recently discovered too)--I just never looked at my bank statements. I knew I wasn't writing any bills, and I figured the only thing to see on there would be the house payment being sucked out anyhow.
Well, I was a fool.
I got three overdrafts last week, and when I went to the bank to see what was up, I discovered that not ONE SINGLE PENNY had been deposited into my account. I had to shell out $453 in order to close my account and it also cost me $75 in overdraft fees. In all, I am out nearly $2000. That's $2000 I cannot afford to lose in my current situation.
So, I cried for three days. But first I sent a really unkind text message to her mom, which I regret because it isn't her mom's fault her kid is untrustworthy and irresponsible. Here is the text I sent:
OMFG! I got overdrafts from the bank. Not a single deposit has been placed in my account. They owe me a lot of money and I want the overdraft charges as well. Haven't I been fucked over enough? I should have mailed back the keys like I wanted to in the first place. I didn't want to waste my money on a house I was going to lose anyway--and now I've lost it anyhow. WTF???
The Dad called, intending, I believe, to chew me out for sending this message, but then he talked to me for a long while and ended up telling me to kick them out and take them to court. He also said that the girl had a problem with lying. Then he said he was going to call her. Sadly, he also said that she was way past the age where he felt obligated to pay her debts.
Apparently he gave her a really good ass chewing because when she contacted me she was still smoking. She asked me where the hell the money was. I said, "Good Question. Where is the money? I have bank statements back through July and the only deposits in my account are from ROC."
She said, "I've been putting half of every paycheck in the deposit box--my family is starving because it takes all I have to pay the bills."
SO, I said, "Well, then the issue is at the bank--get your cancelled checks and your bank statements and let's go there together to sort this out."
Then she claimed she had put cash in the envelopes....and then, I'm sorry to say, I just did not believe her. Is it possible? Yeah, I suppose. But FIVE MONTHS of money being stolen out of deposit envelopes? I don't think so. The same person is not going to be getting the money out of the box every day in a small town bank. And loads of other cash deposits are being made in that box too! Why would they just steal MY money?
So, anyway--she said she was going to the bank today (Monday) to talk to them...but *I* called the bank this morning, and talked with Dan Raabe (whom I have worked with before). He is a good guy--and we discussed the situation. He did a search through the deposit logs and told me he went back as far as July and there was nothing there. He also said he doubted that she would show up today--as do I. I kind of suspect that they will pack up and leave the house, probably in a filthy mess with unpaid utility bills, and never tell me. That's why I am going to try to set up a line of communication with the her parents so that I can at least shut the place down if they do bolt.
In any scenario, though, I am afraid the money is gone. I will never see it again. I will pursue it, but I think I am just fucked. Again.
Why does all this shit happen to me? Can't I get through something unfucked over just once?
I am very very sick of the whole fucking, fucked up mess.
It seems better today--but my head still hurts.
I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep, and if I never wake up, well, all the better.
At the end of the school year, last year, after I found out I was canned, I decided that it would be better to abandon my house and mail back the keys than to continue wasting money on a house I was going to lose anyhow.
My two colleagues, Susan and Laurie, pressured me into letting Laurie's daughter, her fiance, her two small children, and her two large dogs move into it. The deal was that they were supposed to deposit money into my checking account via the night deposit box and make the $430/month rent payments. They were also to pay the taxes and the insurance along with all the bills connected to the house. The apartment they had in Rochester was $800/month, and that did not include utilities.
I moved out of the house the third week of July. I paid all the bills up to that point, and I left about $1500 in my checking account as a cushion against fees and also just for a small stash of cash for emergencies.
Because I was so emotionally compromised and distraught over the loss of my job and also from the shit that has happened since then--all the broken promises and the lies that have been told to and about me (Fresh crop of them I have recently discovered too)--I just never looked at my bank statements. I knew I wasn't writing any bills, and I figured the only thing to see on there would be the house payment being sucked out anyhow.
Well, I was a fool.
I got three overdrafts last week, and when I went to the bank to see what was up, I discovered that not ONE SINGLE PENNY had been deposited into my account. I had to shell out $453 in order to close my account and it also cost me $75 in overdraft fees. In all, I am out nearly $2000. That's $2000 I cannot afford to lose in my current situation.
So, I cried for three days. But first I sent a really unkind text message to her mom, which I regret because it isn't her mom's fault her kid is untrustworthy and irresponsible. Here is the text I sent:
OMFG! I got overdrafts from the bank. Not a single deposit has been placed in my account. They owe me a lot of money and I want the overdraft charges as well. Haven't I been fucked over enough? I should have mailed back the keys like I wanted to in the first place. I didn't want to waste my money on a house I was going to lose anyway--and now I've lost it anyhow. WTF???
The Dad called, intending, I believe, to chew me out for sending this message, but then he talked to me for a long while and ended up telling me to kick them out and take them to court. He also said that the girl had a problem with lying. Then he said he was going to call her. Sadly, he also said that she was way past the age where he felt obligated to pay her debts.
Apparently he gave her a really good ass chewing because when she contacted me she was still smoking. She asked me where the hell the money was. I said, "Good Question. Where is the money? I have bank statements back through July and the only deposits in my account are from ROC."
She said, "I've been putting half of every paycheck in the deposit box--my family is starving because it takes all I have to pay the bills."
SO, I said, "Well, then the issue is at the bank--get your cancelled checks and your bank statements and let's go there together to sort this out."
Then she claimed she had put cash in the envelopes....and then, I'm sorry to say, I just did not believe her. Is it possible? Yeah, I suppose. But FIVE MONTHS of money being stolen out of deposit envelopes? I don't think so. The same person is not going to be getting the money out of the box every day in a small town bank. And loads of other cash deposits are being made in that box too! Why would they just steal MY money?
So, anyway--she said she was going to the bank today (Monday) to talk to them...but *I* called the bank this morning, and talked with Dan Raabe (whom I have worked with before). He is a good guy--and we discussed the situation. He did a search through the deposit logs and told me he went back as far as July and there was nothing there. He also said he doubted that she would show up today--as do I. I kind of suspect that they will pack up and leave the house, probably in a filthy mess with unpaid utility bills, and never tell me. That's why I am going to try to set up a line of communication with the her parents so that I can at least shut the place down if they do bolt.
In any scenario, though, I am afraid the money is gone. I will never see it again. I will pursue it, but I think I am just fucked. Again.
Why does all this shit happen to me? Can't I get through something unfucked over just once?
I am very very sick of the whole fucking, fucked up mess.