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2024-02-04 - 5:54 pm

Dear readers:

I have now officially lived in my new apartment for about a couple of weeks. It all started with news that Ms Val wasn't going to let me move back into BPW a couple of months ago. Her excuse was that "Well, we *want* you to leave, not because we hate you but the whole idea is to never come back again in the first place." Ok, fine.

But then the woman I shared a room with, Lavonne, claimed I sexually assaulted her. The first time I knew of this was when I overheard her calling the cops on me as I was getting ready for work. This wasn't the first time I'd been accused by her of doing something; her soap had disappeared once and she accused me of stealing it. I told the cops this when they came. I had also told Ms. Val as she was making the call what was going on because you kinda have to when the cops or firefighters come. We got a lecture at the next community meeting about settling things amongst ourselves first. I suspect that she's getting senile in her old age, as she has to be in her seventies.

I found a 2/2 in a gated community, shared by a lovely middle aged medical assistant named Karen for $900 a month, plus I have to pay for my share of the electricity and internet. The good news is that cable and water is free. The bad news is that everything is a mile away, even the bus stops. Karen is nice enough to take me to the nearest bus stop on weekdays. If I had my bike, I'd be able to explore more, but I left it at BP. Would've brought it with me, but one of my stupid bike locks got rusted. Supposedly, they're supposed to get Maintenence on it, but they've been saying that for weeks now. A part of me senses I will never see that bike again, but I'm hopeful I will.

My Goodwill got taken over by another, I suppose you could call it another group of Goodwills? I'm not sure how to explain it. We got taken over on the first of January and we just did an orientation. The good news is that I get a fifteen-minute break and if I spend a year with this incarnation of Goodwill, I will accrue PTO. I wasn't getting it before because that's not something I got as a part-timer, and apparently, those who did from our previous incarnation got to keep what they'd had before.

I didn't have much furniture coming in. A TV, four boxes of stuff, a rug, two pictures and a wire baker's rack. I slept on an air mattress that Karen let me borrow until she was able to get ahold of a California king bed that someone wanted to give away. Good thing it came with sheets because I cannot find sheets for this damn mattress. I just bought a dresser drawer from the nearest Goodwill (not mine, not allowed to, they won't let me for fear I might hoard things to buy later) and had to take it home in an Uber. This Goodwill didn't have much in the way of furniture, and I wouldn't have chosen the one I ended up with, but that was the only dresser drawer I could find and, hey, it was $9.99. The first two days consisted of Karen and I taking my stuff from the storage unit I kept. Now that everything's out, I can cancel my storage unit.

-psyche

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