The ball always has to drop.
I have been coasting through my first two weeks of school. Sure, kids have tried to revert back to the crazy, stick wielding, running and screaming around the classroom atmosphere of Nina's English Class last year but I have still managed thus far to retain my firm grasp and my witchy attitude ( with some results). Today though was one of those days when you hate people, you hate trees, you hate the birdies that sing in the trees, quite frankly you just hate the world. I have to move out of my new apartment. The reason is two-fold (wow now I sound like a peace corps volunteer..one-fold, two-fold, three-fold, four) First because it is against Peace Corps policy for two volunteers to live together ( I will address the fact that they are negating that fact that I got prior permission from my program manager later) and secondly the landlord Manole is trying to extort more money out of Janice and I, though he has a contract with Janice for a hundred dollars a month ( way too much for the dump that we both live in). So, yesterday morning wonderful, kind, altruisitic to his soul Manole comes to the apartment to the receipt for a bill. At that point Janice and I tell him formally that I am moving in and he says to my face, "No, problem!" Keep in mind the fact that we have been calling Manole for weeks to tell him my plans and he has been impossible to get ahold on. The next day Manole calls Janice's counterpart and tells her that I can't live there. He fishes for information until the truth comes out that all he is wondering about is where my 100 dollar rent check from Peace Corps is going. Translation: He wants more money. Well, my rent is paid for by my students, not by Peace Corps. Janice's counterpart explains this fact to him and he once again says to her..."Okay, no problem." The next day (are you catching on to the pattern) Mrs. Manole call up Janice's counterpart and proceeds to bitch her out about me staying. The situation is made worse when Narcissa ( another women, not Janice's counterpart but the women who gets the money to pay Manole) calls up Peace Corps without telling Janice first and complains about the situation to Manuela, Janice's program manager. Manuela then calls Janice and then Mirela my program manager and they basically say it's against Peace Corps policy and I must move. SO, I must move. But what ticks me off IS, I asked Mirela before moving in whether or not it would be okay and she didn't support me in the end. In fact at this point I feel as if she lied and said that i messed up the whole situation. So I end up the chump with no apartment whose is a liar and black balled in the eyes of peace corps. Really could this be more like high school in anyway. Am I not 24? Do we not have free will? So I called Anna, my soundboard and savior and cried and then bitched and then cried. I can't do another winter alone...I will end up 500 pounds and talking to myself. So I wrote a poem....it's very metaphorical and very bad ( you know that I am joking at this point I hope)
Night falls
breaks her legs as she smacks the ground
shatters windows
she won't lie down quietly but
continues to stir the lights
mixing the acid that
stings the day,
bleaching out any color left by the sun
all she leaves behind is gray mush
porridge for the terminably alone
grits for the starving companion
cold, lumpy, tasteless
She hates me and I
continue to eat her.

pissed off nina over and out. ps. i know that this was a huge jumbled, confusing ramble, so sorry, you are my stress reliever, you are my rock, my anchor. God bless american landlords for all the grief at least we have the law...and it's followed