First off, I missed an extra shift today. I got called at 8:10 in the morning but I have a do not disturb setting until 8:15, so I woke up when Cori woke up (at 8:15) and called back around 8:18 and someone else had already grabbed the shift. Ugh. That could’ve been an extra 7 hours. Seriously, the up and down is insane. One week I will have 28 hours and then this coming week I have 9 hours. I remember when, in March of 2013, Wendy scheduled me for 9 hours. I was livid. Normally I had at least 14, but that was at a different store. Anyway, as you can imagine, a paycheck with 50 hours on it is a whole heck of a lot different than a paycheck with more like 24 hours on it…
I’m thinking of getting a second job… I’ve done it before and it sucked ass but… I was holding out for something at Sephora, even just PT with benefits (as they call it) but I don’t know if that will ever happen, or someone else will always grab it up before I can. I was talking with my co-worker, Monica, and she said I have WAY WAY WAY more experience than she does and she thinks that of her 4 jobs (one of them being Sephora), she has only landed the other 3 because she speaks Spanish. Then she offered to teach me Spanish LOL
Anyway, so I was also sick overnight. Not sure what was going on there. I just got super nauseous from about midnight-6 AM and didn’t sleep except maybe 2 hours. So since I missed out on extra hours, I decided I needed to do laundry.
First of all, when I went down it was about 11 AM. And Cori had done laundry before my parents visited and I noticed there was a small pile of clothes on the dryer. I didn’t think it was Cori’s until I looked closer, and dear god, it smelled like dog crap. He must have washed them, literally before May 25th, and left them in the washer. That kind of stuff irks me. I know he’s incredibly busy, but he’ll be 30 in a week and he should at least remember to take his stuff out of the washer. It also annoys me because that’s the sort of stuff people hate dealing with in an apartment situation.
But whatever. I put my clothes in and resign myself to re-washing his clothes, adding Gain pellets and fabric softener to make them smell less vomit-inducing. So I go upstairs until about noon and walk back down. As I go down the steps, first thing I notice is an awful smell, but it’s different than Cori’s clothes. It’s like… someone struck a match or lit smoke bombs in the basement, and there is also this haze in both rooms. Not smoke, exactly, just a stagnant fog. My first thought is something’s on fire, or smoking, or about to catch on fire so I walk around. A few minutes later I call the landlord and he is at work and says the smell is normal and it usually happens after the first big rain when the weather gets above 85-90 or so (it was hot yesterday and did rain a whole lot at night). It has something to do with the drain backing up and he needs to flush it. But he said the haze, he’s not sure about.
OK. I’m still a bit shaky especially because I’m the only one in the building right now. But I open the washer and also notice, for the first time since moving here, my clothes are still sopping wet, like the washer shut off and didn’t do a spin cycle. I’ve had that happen once at home when the washer was off-balance, but I’ve never had a problem here and my load of laundry wasn’t enormous (I’ve washed more in one go). So then I start to think, oh no, what if something DID short out, and maybe that’s what the haze is from ? So basically I had to jury rig all my clothes (which were SO HEAVY even after ringing them out a bit in the basement washtub) in the shower to air dry because I only have one drying rack and usually I use it for lingerie only.
I am afraid it’s not coincidence, but I don’t know where the washer drains and I suppose the smell happened because I was doing wash. And maybe it got clogged and couldn’t drain the water properly and maybe that’s why my clothes were sopping wet. But I still don’t know what the haze is from, and I don’t want to use the washer and dryer in the meantime… just in case. Mike asked if I saw water leaking somewhere and I couldn’t, but I couldn’t look under everything. I just don’t want to chance it.
I should’ve probably left Cori’s clothes down there but they’ve probably been hanging out for almost 2 weeks and I didn’t want to leave them longer, so I brought them up to the bedroom. OMG. They smelled up the whole room. I’m probably making it worse but I put a couple Bounce dryer sheets in a scented garbage bag and packed his clothes in there and tied the bag… I mean, they’re completely dry; they just stink to high heaven. I don’t even know where there’s a laundromat here, and honestly I don’t want to go to any nearby for… reasons.
In any case, did I mention our rent was going up ? Yeah, I’m certainly not happy about it. Now we’re stretched even thinner. And we’ve had to run the AC a lot… and fans… and it’s only June 9th… sigh
I also may write an entry in the NSFW folder. I know I mentioned it a couple entries ago but it’s still eating away at me and I may need to get it out. Maybe not today but in the near future…
And I was chatting with Amanda… our friend Heather (we’ve known her since about 2000) is pregnant ! I found out a few days ago but Heather hasn’t officially announced it (she’s 11 weeks along). Apparently she only started telling a couple friends recently but won’t break the news until later in the month, she said maybe on their anniversary (June 27th, I talked on the phone with her to congratulate her a few days ago). Her husband had testicular cancer when he was 18 (they’ve dated since late 2003 and married in June 2009) and has an extremely low sperm count because of it, so they went with IVF and she got pregnant on their first try. I asked her some questions about it, since I will almost definitely need to look at alternative options when Cori and I start a family, and she said their insurance covered 60% of the cost but paying 40% out of pocket was still over $5,000.
And again, this got me thinking and being sad. I’m 28, I’m still young, I know. Cori is nearly 30. But I can’t help but feel like all these things we talk about won’t happen. Everything is just too expensive. We talk about taking a couple trips–I want to go to the UK and back to Paris and maybe Amsterdam; he wants to go to Japan. I also want to go randomly to South Korea. We both kind of want to go to Australia. We can’t do all these things but I think mostly we would want to go to London/Amsterdam/Paris on one trip, and Japan on another. He wants to marry me, but even a ring that is $500 (and probably won’t have a real diamond) seems so expensive. Saving up for a down payment on a house, and being able to afford a decent (not perfect) house seems out of reach. Saving up to buy a car for Cori that is actually reliable seems out of reach. A wedding, even if it’s small and we do a lot of everything ourselves, seems out of reach. A honeymoon anywhere further than 500 miles away seems foolish. And having a baby, ESPECIALLY if it means IVF or freezing eggs or adopting, really really REALLY seems impossible.
I’ve had my past and current OB-GYNs ask me about any plans I had if I ever wanted to start a family. I usually just said it was something I would eventually like to talk about, but I wasn’t ready at the moment. Part of me thinks I’ll never be ready, because I don’t want to hear what they have to say. Having a kid is expensive on its own, but add IVF or surrogacy or adoption to it instead ? Thousands and thousands before the kid is even a zygote. And don’t even get me started on the difficulty regarding Cori, too… (again, that may be an issue for the NSFW entry).
Well… can’t have everything we want.
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