The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

And the phone call that turned it all around.

Some days just seem to be like that, nothing goes the way you plan.

This morning I work up crazy early so I went back to sleep, only to sleep through my alarm clock. I hate waking up later than I plan!

Comcast knocked on my door for something with the last tenant who lived here! They never changed their address and not only are we getting their mail, but now were having people come by!

After spending the morning running errands I came back home ready to eat. I heated up some leftovers and as I turned to go eat the entire bowl fell out of my hands. Potatoes, carrots, and chicken covered in Italian dressing flew everywhere, including our hall rug. 

I cleaned everything up, spot shot the carpet hoping to avoid ants and started again.
The next time I came in the front door the entrance way was completely covered in ants, despite the raid that had been sprayed. Where are you coming from tiny ants!!!

While I was waiting for my pan to heat up I decided to check my email. My computer was frozen. Restarted it and went to put my quesadilla on the stove. Came back to the gray screen of death! I frantically start trying to figure out how to fix it since I literally was planning on backing it up today so we could reformat it this weekend. At this point I smell something burning. I freak out and run to the kitchen where my quesadilla is black.

My computer flashes rapidly between these two pictures and the normal apple.

Two lunches and a computer down...

I call my dad since he had problems with his Mac recently to see if he has any idea what to do. Of course, as my luck would have it, he has no idea. Now my poor laptop has an appointment to see if it can be saved and if it's even worth it at this point to fix it. 

I had to drive my laptop to my parents so my dad could take it in since I wasn't able to. It starts pouring. I then spend two hours waiting for my realtor to be available to give her a check that I've been trying to get to her since we moved. 

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Until....

I got a call from an amazing elementary school down here for my first job interview!
Hopefully all goes well and I'm employed before school starts!

This is the Stuff

 

I like things organized. 

My planner and my iCal are color coded and have my life in them. 

I don't like not having plans.

I like having control.

God has a sense of humor, he gave me Kyle, my complete opposite in this.

He also is constantly trying to teach me to give up control. I constantly struggle against this.

Enter the most unorganized time of my life.

I'm going to be honest, these last few days have been some of my roughest yet. 

We're moving a week from today and currently don't have somewhere to live.

School starts in a month and I haven't had any sort of interview lined up. 

And there's nothing I can physically do to get any of this to happen. 

I wrote before about how we had found a condo and were so excited about it. We're still trying to get the condo, but it seems like one thing after the other keeps getting in our way. I don't doubt that we'll get the condo, it just doesn't look like we'll be in it when we need to be. We filled out the forms, and found out 11 days later that the owner's realtor never sent them to the association. We figured everything out with them and then found out we needed to give them a copy of the lease. We didn't have one because the realtor said the condo had to approve us before the final lease was signed. We found out the association has to meet with us and only meets on Mondays. We have to move Sunday. We get the final lease and are told we have to pay, first, last, and security. All the same price. We had been told first and last. We couldn't afford all three. 

I called my dad sobbing because I had no idea what to do and was so stressed. My dad is not only a minister, but used to work for a company that teaches people about how to handle their money. After helping me figure it all out he says,"I'm glad you're going through this." I'm sorry, what? My dad clarified that he was glad that we were figuring out how to deal with the stress of money and searching for the right solution before doing something dumb in a panic that messed us up even worse. Leave it to my dad to remind me of the blessing in my mess. 

As for a job, I've applied every place that's hiring in my county for my age group. Hopefully someone will call me soon! Jobs were just posted less than two weeks ago, but once again for me, not having a future plan is stressing me out!