My fucking shitty landlord filed a 72 hour eviction notice with the Marshal's office despite the fact that I paid them what I owed them. They can't tack on a case to one that's already been settled! They'd have to file a new non-payment petition. Sure, now I'm behind December and January but Jesus fucking Christ dude give me a break... I get my student loans in March. I accidentally said to my landlord something about not being able to pay until March like a FUCKING MORON, but I'd been up for 2 days on Adderall and I was fading fast... In the words of Ralph Kramden, "I've got a biiiiiiiiig mooooooooouth"...!!
So, yeah, bugged the fucked out on Adderall I had to go to Housing Court, file a stay of eviction, go to the Marshal's Office and serve them with the OSC, go to the landlord's attorney (who looks uncannily like John Travolta from Pulp Fiction and Battlefield Earth combined -_-) and serve him with the OSC and now I have to find a free attorney to advise me on what to do with the rest of this case, because I have some issues that need addressing, if only to fucking stall till March... if only they'll give me a fucking month to pay it and then we'll be up to date and I won't fucking miss any more payments...
I had to go to the ass end of the Bronx/Yonkers border to find this fucking Marshal's office and then hop in a taxi over to Castle Hill to the attorney's office... You wouldn't believe the fucking price quotes we got... $20 dollars? My aching asshole... I may be white but I fucking live in the Bronx and know the distances and that is not a $20 dollar cab ride... fucking rip off artists... So I walked further up and finally, finally, found a cab driver in a nice car willing to go to Castle Hill from Woodlawn for $12 bucks and I ended up giving him $15 because he wasn't a con artist! I told all of them straight up, I only have $15 dollars... none of them seemed to believe me. What the fuck, do I look rich or some shit? Sigh. It was just so aggravating. I get it, cab drivers have to make a living but you're ripping people off... I assume they try to cater to people going to Yonkers so they can hit them with the "fee" to go to another city... So I guess even if they only get 5 passengers, that's $125 bucks... Still, it's ridiculous... even the nice cab driver we got was like "Yeah, that's what they do and that's why they're always sitting by the train station with NO PASSENGERS"...
But whatever, I'm over it.
The worst part was making my girlfriend cry from the scariness of possibly being homeless...
I don't care what happens to me but if my problems are going to affect my family then it's time I do something about them... But I can't move. I'm so depressed. I'm paranoid and anxious and I can't even make my psychiatrist/therapist appointments... I'm freezing cold... I haven't done any fucking laundry in a month... I need a shower before a swarm of flies make me their home... I quit my job like an idiot... and all I can do is sit here and bitch about my problems instead of fixing them... It's like I've turned to stone, unless it involves drugs, then I'm first out the fucking door... I'm so close to breaking down and I almost want to go to the hospital or rehab but my girlfriend is telling me it isn't a good idea... I'm not doing anything else with my life, so why the fuck not go to rehab now... I'm about ready to throw in the towel... But I know when I get those pills in my hands in 4 days or whatever, I will feel much differently... Until they run out.
Then it's back to square one.
So, yeah, bugged the fucked out on Adderall I had to go to Housing Court, file a stay of eviction, go to the Marshal's Office and serve them with the OSC, go to the landlord's attorney (who looks uncannily like John Travolta from Pulp Fiction and Battlefield Earth combined -_-) and serve him with the OSC and now I have to find a free attorney to advise me on what to do with the rest of this case, because I have some issues that need addressing, if only to fucking stall till March... if only they'll give me a fucking month to pay it and then we'll be up to date and I won't fucking miss any more payments...
I had to go to the ass end of the Bronx/Yonkers border to find this fucking Marshal's office and then hop in a taxi over to Castle Hill to the attorney's office... You wouldn't believe the fucking price quotes we got... $20 dollars? My aching asshole... I may be white but I fucking live in the Bronx and know the distances and that is not a $20 dollar cab ride... fucking rip off artists... So I walked further up and finally, finally, found a cab driver in a nice car willing to go to Castle Hill from Woodlawn for $12 bucks and I ended up giving him $15 because he wasn't a con artist! I told all of them straight up, I only have $15 dollars... none of them seemed to believe me. What the fuck, do I look rich or some shit? Sigh. It was just so aggravating. I get it, cab drivers have to make a living but you're ripping people off... I assume they try to cater to people going to Yonkers so they can hit them with the "fee" to go to another city... So I guess even if they only get 5 passengers, that's $125 bucks... Still, it's ridiculous... even the nice cab driver we got was like "Yeah, that's what they do and that's why they're always sitting by the train station with NO PASSENGERS"...
But whatever, I'm over it.
The worst part was making my girlfriend cry from the scariness of possibly being homeless...
I don't care what happens to me but if my problems are going to affect my family then it's time I do something about them... But I can't move. I'm so depressed. I'm paranoid and anxious and I can't even make my psychiatrist/therapist appointments... I'm freezing cold... I haven't done any fucking laundry in a month... I need a shower before a swarm of flies make me their home... I quit my job like an idiot... and all I can do is sit here and bitch about my problems instead of fixing them... It's like I've turned to stone, unless it involves drugs, then I'm first out the fucking door... I'm so close to breaking down and I almost want to go to the hospital or rehab but my girlfriend is telling me it isn't a good idea... I'm not doing anything else with my life, so why the fuck not go to rehab now... I'm about ready to throw in the towel... But I know when I get those pills in my hands in 4 days or whatever, I will feel much differently... Until they run out. Then it's back to square one.