April
30, 2013
He
drawled questions regarding my financial status, concerns about why I am
moving, who would be living with me, confirmed he accepts dogs on the property
while chirping saw noises, drilling, banging and sharp tings of metal sounded
in the background. Barking out orders to the laborer, everything is included in
the rent save electricity and phone charges, providing directions about how to
configure the window openings, the space has one bathroom, number of coats of
varnish the wood flooring requires as I was left hanging, the gent mumbled
complaints about the cold temperatures and lack of varathane material. Insisting
he has several houses available in St
Paul and rambled on describing the walk-out unit, third
floor renovated apartment, kennel out back, off-street parking and safe
neighborhoods in between orders to the invisible man, I became impatient with
the fragmented conversation. Many of the other endless listing agents were
unavailable so I had to leave several messages regarding my interest in their
properties and must wait for them to contact me. House-hunting is a necessary
chore. I am meeting disjointed Bill tomorrow at one of his homes.
Needing
a guarantee of three times the rent, damage deposit for the dog, copy of my
driver’s license, commitment of at least a year, showings with multiple people,
copies of my bank statements, encouragement to have cash-on-hand if I am
interested and yet thrilled to find many options for my maximum comfort in
monthly rent.
Which
comes first?
More
Cover Letters and Resumes, lengthy company applications and salary
requirements, letters of interest and corporate research eat up the day. A
telemarketing firm which allows me to work from home is in contact with me. The
process includes a written assessment with specifics on the font, number of
sentences and letter size. I have a mock client contact to generate at 1:00pm
tomorrow and directives to send a confirmation email once the role play script
is complete. It is a strange and glorious time in a job seeker’s life!
My
surgery is finalized so my pre-op physical and visit with the surgeon is on
Friday of this week. Too numb to rejoice. More Minnesota insurance information to complete
and past due bills to coordinate for re-billing. How to get to and from the
hospital, move all of my belongings to my new pad (once I find it) and help
Taelor with her transition from the dorm so that is out of the way while I am
still mobile. Jumpin’ jahosefat!
Forgotten
birthday cards and thank you notes as time slides by, the days in a great stupor
of non-events and chasing my tail. It feels like forward motion and maybe I am
mistaken, it is all a big fat lie. Nothing seems as important in the moment and
everything is dire. Weary and a strain to keep my head from bobbling off to one
side. Where does one day end and the other begin?
And
then it hits me, I don’t have a sofa, chairs to go with the diningroom table, a
glass to my name yet, I located my toothbrush and that provides enough relief
to permit myself to go to bed.
Night
John Boy!
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