woe, woe is me

[jaeclectic]

I am anxious and, for some reason, extremely sad about my housing situation.

Yesterday I sent in the form to the Lake Merritt Hotel and they checked my credit (fine, of course) and then sent me *another* form. This second form made it clear that I had misunderstood their cancellation policy: I thought they would keep a portion of my *deposit* for every day the unit was "off the market" if I reserved and then cancelled. Instead, they prorate the *full month's rent* (over 3 times as much).

Now, at this point, given that I have no other plausible options, and that I don't cope well with uncertainty (i.e. waiting any longer to have something definite lined up when I know I need to move by the end of July), I should just send in the damn form. But I haven't yet (partly because I don't quite understand how to fill in some of the blanks in the form, but I could have tried to call late yesterday afternoon, and instead procrastinated).

I am dwelling on all the inconvenient details like: how will I keep up my exercise routine if I don't have my stationary bike? and: what the heck am I going to do with all my houseplants? and: how big of a storage space will I really need for all the nine brazillion tons of crap I own?

And just in general: wah!

(In the background: kind of at low ebb as far as optimism about finding a condo I'll really like. Which implies that either: I should have taken one of the ones I didn't take, because that's as good as it gets, or: I should give up and rent something, rather than stubbornly insisting on continuing to look. If either of those conclusions is correct, I am pretty stupid.)

Comments

[eac.livejournal.com]

Or it implies that you're having a bad day.

Bring your stationary bike to the corporate housing. Find a space for it. Perhaps Karen and Chris could babysit your houseplants?

Also *hug*

[jafitz.livejournal.com]

Well, the bad day part kind of goes without saying. Except it's more like a bad two days, and counting. *sigh*

All the fiddly details that are tormenting me will be resolved, logically I know this. Either I will decide to haul the bike around with me, or I will figure out some other way to get exercise in the AM. Either I will find someone to babysit houseplants, or I will give them away, or I will throw them away (most likely, some combination of the above). Clearly these things are symbols of my mental and emotional disarray, rather than huge issues in their own right.

In any case, thanks for the hug. Much needed, I'm afraid. Keep 'em coming.

[bulieb.livejournal.com]

I can foster some houseplants and even some stuff -- my garage goes largely unused these days -- just say the word.

Sorry you're feeling crappy. Ugh. No good at all.