I swear, the second I start to get regular with my postings, everything goes to absolute shit, as far as scheduling goes.
Work, as usual, has been testing my patience, but that's really not a giant spoiler here. I think the days that I don't come home ready to kill something are more newsworthy. However, things are about to get crazy there. We've had a kinda-breather the past few months since we stopped doing six-month certification periods, but starting in June? Yeah, we're basically screwed: back to interviewing 20 people for recertification and adding seven intake appointments each day. And we're supposed to be able to process everything else at the same time. Because we secretly have 48 hours in one day? I don't know.
But I digress.
If you remember, Three & I filed for bankruptcy earlier this year and we had our meeting of creditors last month, which was a surreal experience. Basically, we went into a court room with about 30 - 40 other people and bared our business in front of everyone. It wasn't too bad, though, and we were in and out in about an hour. Then we had to do this credit counseling course that was one hour and fifty-five minutes long, which was such a chore. A lot of the things in the course were already touched on in the pre-filing course that was MUCH shorter. But hey, we're pretty much done. Doing a two-hour course in exchange for discharging our unsecured debts is worth it. We're able to make a fresh start.
We also moved into a different apartment last month, which was a GIANT task, especially since everyone but my parents punked out on us the day we had to move. Both Three and I were exhausted for about a week following. But we are in a smaller, less expensive apartment in the same complex. The only complaint I have is our neighbor below us, a really loud college-age girl who has invited what seemed like an entire drunk fraternity over to her place and let them yell into the night twice so far. The last time she did it, though, she had the fire of God - also known as our courtesy officer - brought down on her. And her father was called because, ha, he's a co-signer on her lease, and if this happens again, she's getting evicted. I don't wish bad things on her; I just like my sleep at 3:00A on Thursdays. And Sundays. And well, all the days.
Anyway, this was mainly an update and an excuse as to why I've not been posting at all. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things, soon, so I'll see you guys later!