At a time I'm flipping out about money I get a notice that my rent is going up. Now, in all fairness the letter states that if I look around I'll notice this is "still a very reasonable amount of rent," and there won't be an increase in services (of which none are provided). But, hey, times are tough all over, right?
The letter goes on to remind me that if I "cannot live with the increase" to remember that I need to give 30 days notice.
It would be depressing if it weren't so funny. Stressed about money, my job, and then this. How is it possible that I don't have a drinking or drug problem? How do I get by every day unmedicated? How the hell am I pulling that off.
This is the first rent increase since I've been here, which is around three years if memory serves me correctly, so all things considered, it's not the worse thing that could happen, but at a this time it is not exactly a happy moment. It takes my tax decrease courtesy of the Obama administration and destroys it. Guess I gotta put more shit on eBay.
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I don't want my daughter to have any more change right now. I do like it here. I can afford it. I will just have to be tighter. If our raises come through, and my step raise, I should be okay.
I just worry about the future. I've cut back quite a bit. Don't spend a lot on myself (comic books every few months, which comes out of car insurance money). It's just hard.
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