I spent most of yesterday overwhelmed and upset. After my morning breakdown, I tried to occupy myself with anything that could take my mind off everything. Of course, there’s really nothing to distract me at this point. There’s simply too much that needs to be done. I did the laundry, and pulled up a box of random trash out of the basement for Wednesday’s pickup.
I looked into some of the local “cash for houses” companies. That’s frustrating as hell. I know I could definitely get more for the house if I could clean it up and sell it with an actual agent. Unfortunately, I don’t have the money to put into the house. I can clean it out, but I can’t fix what needs to be fixed. The major repairs would be the front door and both chimneys. I plan to rent a carpet cleaner, but that’s about all I can do.
On top of that, I don’t have the money to stay here. The cut in my work hours is catching up with me, and there’s nothing left to sell to make up for the shortfall.
Plus, it’s not like I have a bed.
In the afternoon, I walked around for the millionth time. I took pictures of the remaining furniture. There’s a matching set of two end tables, lamps, and a coffee table I’m trying to sell as a set, and another little end table from my mother. I listed the dining room set, as well as a small antique dresser that’s in the dining room. The remaining Lego went on the marketplace, too. Someone picked up a batch yesterday. The buyer actually bought a set of Shawshank‘s Marvel trading cards as well. If everything goes as planned, I’ll hand over two more sets of Lego tonight.
Shawshank pointed out that Wednesday will be my last flu clinic. It’s a good thought. I’ll miss most of the people I work with. I won’t miss the company. DayTech told me that she plans to start looking for a new job after I leave because she won’t be able to handle StressedRPh. I don’t even want to think about what StressedRPh will be like.
However, the best part is I won’t need to think about it.
