I’ve had a lot of my plate the last little while. Our
landlords told us that they will be house hunting soon and would eventually be
putting their house on the market. Cue the panic. We have AWESOME landlords and
I know just how hard it is finding a place you like that also allows animals.
Corey and I immediately started looking on craigslist for places to rent. No
dogs, no pets, small dogs only, no laundry. Damn it! Even when the ad says dogs
allowed, we call to find out that they will only allow rat sized dogs. Grr!
Those don’t even count as dogs really.
I really was feeling blue about having to move. We’ve
finally made this little rental our own. We painted and everything. I love my
little bedroom but I guess change can be good too. I came across my landlord
outside while tidying up dog bombs and we chatted for a while. Turns out, they’ve
had our back this whole time. They have been looking at houses with suites, and
they said if they find the perfect house and it has a suite in it, they want us
to come along! If not, their parents live not too far away and their suite is
going to be up for rent at the end of March and they would love to have us and
Zoey for even less than we’re paying now! Yay!!
So we’ve got places to fall back on. Surprisingly they
already had their first showing Sunday night. That was a little stressful. It
feels so awkward standing in your living space while people walk through and
look around. I feel like someone has lifted the lid on my private space and are
sticking their nose in everything. Truly, they didn’t. The couple that came to
look with the real estate agent were downstairs no more than a minute to peek around
and they were nice but still. This is my space, my stuff, my area. GTFO.
My co-worker and I have been trying to get our boss to
listen to us about a few things we have concerns about but each time we feel like
we take a step forward, we find ourselves smashing our faces into a wall. Some people
are absolute terrors to communicate with. It’s even worse when they are the
ones who have a handle on your future.
Money troubles suck so I’ve been hunting for a part time
job. There’s a kennel down the road from me and I nearly jumped out of my skin
when I saw that they were hiring. I
printed off my resume and drove down there after my shift and spoke to the
owner who I’ve talked to a few times before. I felt like I nailed the initial
handshake and little blurb about myself and left thinking, “Yes! I’ve got all
the qualifications and more!”
They called yesterday and I spoke to the woman who would be
conducting the interviews. She seemed to really like my resume and my interview
is this Friday so I’m crossing my fingers till it hurts. Having another job is
going to be draining but life really does revolve around money. Corey and I had
a talk the other day and contemplated whether or not we want to put off getting
married in order to buy a house first. Tough choices because we want both but
in the end we pretty much decided to see if we can get ourselves our own home
first. Bank appointment on Saturday.
We found out what our landlords little house (On strata
too!) is going for and I nearly passed out. Corey and I are going to be living
in a cardboard box on Hastings if that’s the only prices out there. Ew!
