Bad times...

     This Struggling writer isn't doing so well. I recently bought a cheap notebook to keep around with me wherever I go in case an idea pops into my head for this novel I've been writing and rewriting for the last 5 years. Ideas were popping in my head like crazy and I took this fictional story I had and completely blew it apart and pieced it back together as something much more compelling and interesting, but, as I know all too well, when there's good...there's always bad.

     Yesterday night, when I got home from work I decided to check the mail before taking the elevator up to the 14th floor. In the mailbox was an envelope, stuffed with unsettling documents. My superintendent has decided to call a hearing with the company that owns the building to try and evict me for constantly paying my rent late. I'm a struggling writer...what do they expect? My girlfriend was real;ly upset about the entire situation and still is today as we try to make it through another work day with the constant dread of knowing we may be evicted from our home.

     Luckily for me, I have the uncanny ability to deal with horrible situations in a calm and effective manner. I tried contacting the superintendent but he seems to never be around when you need him. I have been looking through apartments in the Ottawa area today at work while simultaneously juggling ink jet cartridges and conversations with clients I couldn't care any less about. To my surprise, I have found several appealing apartments in my low price range and have scheduled 4 viewings in the next 3 days. What's my plan you ask?

     Seeing as my superintendent obivously doesn't want us living in his building, I'm going to go to his door after work and try and have a discussion with him. My goal is to get the superintendent to either drop the hearing all together and let me get out of his hair OR give me a second chance to actually pay my rent on time (which I'm able to do now that I'm pulling in around 45 hours/week). If it doesn't work, at least I'll find somewhere to live. It just might be a little worse then what I had hoped for. Wish me luck! I have the strangest feeling that it won't be so easy...