Sadly, I have put my dating life on the extreme back burner lately. After Mr. Crazy Drinking Cheers guy from NYE, I wasn’t all that interested anyway.
And in case you all think I’m making mountains out of molehills about how weird that guy was.. Let me tell you what happens any time my friends mention NYE..
“Oh, you remember NYE… ”
Their eyes get deer in the headlights huge. They start to laugh.
“Oh yeah.. there was that guy! OMG that guy!”
Then everyone laughs.
He’s literally notorious around my friends as “That crazy guy from NYE.” They still talk about him.
Anyway, the last few months have been very difficult. Financially anyway. Which in turn makes life itself stressful. Every month I’d pay rent and hope like hell I’d make enough in my freelance job to pay the next month’s rent.
My CC’s were all nearly maxed out.
I needed to find a good paying gig.
Add to it, my lease was up the end of this month and the apartment manager wouldn’t let me renew my lease. So there’s moving costs plus trying to come up with rent (lets not even mention trying to prove to a new landlord my ability to pay rent).
I was very closely looking homelessness in the face. Depression came. I did my best to hide it, but there’s no point in dating as who wants to date a woman who might be homeless in a month?
I was freaking out, and wondering if life might be simpler if I was dead. Fortunately I am a great procrastinator. (Seriously, if I ever turn up dead and it looks like suicide, I guarantee you that 1. I must have been on mind altering drugs to combat my deep seated procrastination. or 2. I accidentally tripped and fell on the knife that killed me, or fell and swallowed whatever poisoned me – I am extremely talented like that)
Anyway, about 3 weeks ago, I am in the depths of darkness and resigning myself to homelessness, but trying to figure out how I am going to take care of my dog. Me homeless, I can find couches to crash on. My dog however, is another story.
I didn’t want to write by the way. As I said before, I had nothing to say. No one really wants to hear me whine endlessly about my current poverty and hardtimes. It’s not that interesting. (Another reason I knew I shouldn’t date.)
Ok, back to 3 weeks ago.. depths of despair and all that.. I get a phone call.
“Hi, is this Maruska Morena?”
“Hi Maruska! This is Shannon from ABC Company. How are you today?”
“Umm, I’m good I think. Is something wrong with my account?”
-She laughs- “No no, I was just calling because we’re hiring, and we find hiring our clients often make the best employees. Are you looking for work?”
I tell you I couldn’t say “YES” fast enough. I was thinking WTF and thanking the dear heavens that this potential opportunity arose… and awaiting the shoe dropping “I’m sorry we don’t have a position for you.”
She starts asking me questions about my experience with their products.
Have I done this?
Have I tried that?
Do I have any experience with this other stuff?
Do I know how to use WordPress?
She tells me about the position, and about how the company works, and the benefits of working there.
“So would you like the job?”
“When can you start work?”
I was bowled over. Oddly enough the next day, I got a similar call from a recruiter for a similar position with another company (horrid hours though). The day after that another interview invite for a job I would never want, but hey desperate people do desperate things.
Anyway, with a job in hand, the last few weeks I’ve been busy packing and apartment hunting and working two jobs (the real job and my freelance stuff).. which left little time to blog.
This tuesday, I managed to find an apartment that I can afford (actually cheaper than what I’m paying now) which isn’t in slumlord-alley or My-mammas-a-crack-ho-ville. It’s actually pretty nice. Nice enough that I can invite people over without being ashamed of my poor-ness. (One of my friends just rented a house that costs 3 times per month what my apartment does.)
My lack of freetime for blogging is not going to get much better very soon though. I’m still not entirely packed, and I plan to be moving in a week or two. Then there will be the unpacking and getting situated.
As such, you may not hear much from me until Mid-May. Hopefully not that long, but we’ll see how things go.
Sorry to leave you all hanging, but I promise when I come back that I’ll start dating again. So more fun stories for you! 🙂