This is the best day I've had in a long time, since I've been laid off. My week was I think, the scariest and most stressful and oppressive one I've lived through in quite a long time. And I will be telling the owner of this property about it too. But first I must write about the week.

Thursday afternoon my next-door neighbor was talking to me downstairs while I was walking my cat around. She said that they have a flea infestation in her apartment. I told her I bombed my apartment and for her to get the Raid flea spray, that it worked for me. And I don't have fleas any more. She also said that she'd told the manager that she wants them, the maintenance to get rid of her fleas. I told her she could do it herself like I did.

That evening which was last Thursday evening, the manager of the apartments taped a 30-day eviction notice on my door, along with a note saying this place would be getting fumigated for fleas. The carpet that is. But I have to fleas! And I just paid my rent on time too! So I went into panic mode. Because I of course have no place to live. And I had no idea what the reason was, for me getting evicted. I saw that she'd taped a notice on the new neighbor's door also, for fumigation. I went over tot Mannie's next door, she's the one who said she had the fleas. She'd just gotten a new kitten a couple months ago. I asked her what she said to the manager, and showed her my eviction notice, she freaked a little. She said she didn't know why the manager did that. And she tried to think of what she may have said that would cause this. We could not figure it out. She said she'd go and speak with her Friday. Later that night she came over and we stood on the balcony talking, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

That night I went over and showed Tom across the way. He said that I should just stay here for 3 months, let them evict me and save money. As we were sitting there, his neighbor upstairs walked by and started up the staircase. Tom told him I'd gotten an eviction notice. The man merely said "I'm sorry to hear that." Whatever. Tom said go in there first thing Friday morning.

Friday I went into the manager's office to see what was going on. She said that she had "a report" that I am "subletting my apartment out for rent." "No I'm not" I told her. And then I admitted to allowing someone to stay here for 5 days. So we discussed that. And then she said she also had "a report" that I have rabbits. I said I had one bunny, a baby dwarf bunny that I found half alive in my old apartments. She blurted out "you have to get rid of that!" I burst into tears. I told her I couldn't. She asked me did "it" have fleas. She doesn't I told her. And then I pulled out my veterinarians receipt for the last visit my Nala had at the vet's for her flea meds. And then the manager (her name is Anne), calmed down. And she commented on how I was giving my cat Frontline. "Yes I am" I told her. And "I bathe my cat twice a month during the summer, with flea shampoo, myself. And I sprayed with Raid flea killer. I have no fleas in my apartment." I noticed a slight change in her attitude. And then she blurted out that she wasn't the one who wanted to evict me, it's "Jill". And that I am to call this Jill person and talk to her. And that she didn't want to "see me go". And that she doesn't want to evict me. And then she told me that I can no longer even walk my cat outside on the leash. That was when I got upset. I began crying about the bunny situation. I told her that she said I was allowed to walk her when I moved here, and that she'd told me so. She said that she will get fleas outside. She asked me how was I about the fumigation Saturday morning. She said "I mean the bunny". I told her the bunny would die and that I would take her out during that time. And I left, holding back my tears.

I went back to my apartment hysterical and took my bunny Pinkie and drove her to the animal shelter. It was the most awful experience I've ever had to go through. And they charged me $27 damned dollars too. It was heart-wrenching to see her carried away in her cage. I kept kissing her until they took her off. But there's good news after this, keep reading.

I cried and sobbed all the way home in my car. And I sobbed for an hour when I got home. I hate these people now. And I thought that if they want to evict me, after what I had to do today, that I will make them force me to leave.

I had Mannie come over from next door. I baked homemade pizza for us and we talked. She thinks that the man who lived upstairs from me, in the corner apartment, is the one who's telling the tall tales about me to the manager. So we both decided what a jerk he was that day. And I called Tom my neighbor across the way and told him. He said that I should go ahead and call the manager's boss Monday like she said. But wait, there's more.

So yesterday I had to leave my place for four hours for fumigation. And I wanted to go over to Bethany and kill time over there, while Nala and Priti stayed in the car. Yes, I still have Priti. And of course Nala my cat. Bernie said yes she thinks it's okay for me to be there, but I could hear the hesitation in her voice. And I told her that I was going to be talking to the boss lady tomorrow about staying here. (But that was Saturday, more still to come). So I drove over to Bethany, across the street.

Upon being buzzed up into the fortress, I walked in to find Susie there, eating breakfast. Susie is the on-again-of-again fair-weathered friend. But she is also helpful in other ways. She helped me move into my last two apartments. But she will not be helping me when I move out of here. But lately, she's had to go back into the shelter system again. She's completely incapable of living out in the real world, and is totally unreliable and lives a completely unstable lifestyle. And that's where she's living now. But, there she was sitting in the dining room at Bethany. And the first things she did was to tell me how bad I looked. I merely said that she may look this bad too, if she'd just spent all night and half the previous day crying her eyes out, as I had. I also have no makeup on I said. But I was being stared at by both she and Bernie.

Bernie pushed a plate of cold breakfast at me. And I put it into the microwave. And Susie began talking super loudly. She was asking what kind of bacon this was that she was eating. But it was loud, and seemed to me sort of out of context. All I can say is that it was strange, sounded strange, and felt strange. Both her tone of voice and the bad timing. I sat down at the counter and then Susie began a lecture to me. YEs, the shelter-hopping, x-heroine addicted, drug addict, who cannot hold any job and would rather live off her abusive criminal boyfriend, was telling me how to live my life. I only said to her, "I don't need your advice!" And she barked, not spoke, barked back..."oh you don't?" "No I don't" I said, just like that. She said, again loudly-barking, "Oh as if you are doing so well right now?" And that was it. I said "I'm not the one living in a shelter, you are." No yelling either, just spoke it out loud. And then "maybe you need to take a look in a mirror." Bernie said "Christine I'm going to have to ask you to leave, if you do this again." I said "again?" She said nothing. I picked up my purse and walked out, down the elevator and back to my car.

I spent the next four hours at a nearby park, with my bunny and kitty, until I could go back into my place after the fumigation. I calmed down. I went back home.

This morning I got up, my eyes weren't puffy any more. I felt better, but still oppressed and felt kind of a choking feeling. It's how I feel when I've been treated very unfairly. I realized that I didn't like living here any more. And that these old people here are like the Gestapo. I made coffee and had a scone. And I played on the Internet and looked on Craig's List. There were not rentals that allowed an unemployed person. I got depressed again.

I logged of of Facebook and I took my telephone over to the sofa and called Larry, my x-friend from high school. This is where my life got better, today this morning. Larry answered. He said Mike had called him. But that he tried texting me but it didn't go through. My cell phone isn't connected now I told him. "That would explain" he said. I told him I'm being evicted and was his house still vacant that we'd talked about last year. He said it was, and that it isn't selling. And he's losing money with it just sitting there empty. He said I could move into it and rent out the other two rooms for him. I would I said. I will have to move September 12th. He has to paint it he said. I told him about my present roommate and he'd be a good renter. "The home is near my school too" I said to Larry. He said just let him know, I said yes I want it. And I will move on the 12th or around there. Since the 12th is my eviction date. I told him I could pay him some money, and I've been paying $1060 per month since I've been here, and even without a job. So I'd be able to pay rent there. And we said bye and I told him I'd call him again this week.

My worries dissolved. God is still on my side I thought. And then I realized that I can stay in school. And that I will also have a backyard then.

I called Mike, my mother and Judy to tell them. And then I remembered Pinky my bunny, who's still sitting in the animal shelter. And I decided to go down and see what it's going to take, in order to get her back out. I showered and dressed and drove around the corner to the animal shelter. My Pinky was sitting in a cage by herself. She looked like she maybe had not slept much and hadn't eaten. And her food bowl and water bowl hadn't been touched. I talked to her and told her that mommy's here, and I'm going to get her home. And I stroked her face. She seemed to recognize me, but I am not sure. But she was looking at me with her precious pink eyes. She seemed jumpy and nervous. I wrote down her I.D. number and went to customer service. The girl behind the window said today it would cost $80 to get her out. And tomorrow it will be over $150 to get her out. I felt so sad then. I almost wrote a check for that much. And I said that I'll come back and get someone else to buy her. The girl said if I come back tomorrow, that other person can get her out for less than $35. I would I said. And I walked back to see my Pinky. She was looking the same, but tired too. I petted her side and told her I'd be back tomorrow. I just wanted to see that she was still alive and she's okay and she is. And I will send my roommate Aldo back. They open at 10 a.m. the girl told me.

Tomorrow I get my Pinky back.

So I have 4 weeks until I move totally out of here. And I won't have to come up with another $1060 on the first again. Maybe I can begin moving in 2 weeks if Larry can come down here. I would even help him paint I told him. And I will.