I found out yesterday that I cannot stay in the duplex once Ben moves to Utah with his dad. Apparently someone else was interested in renting the place, and his boss basically rented out to them instead of me. He knew that I’ve been there for months and contribute to rent and utilities when I can. He knew that I had no other place to go. And yet, he still cheated me out.
Earlier this week, Ben gave his boss his two-week notice. I was going to wait until Tuesday to let his boss know that I was interested out of respect; I didn’t want to add more stress on him and wanted to give him time to cool off.
Supposedly, the reason he didn’t want to rent out to me was because I smoke (yes, still) and I have long hair; if he did rent out to me, he’d supposedly jack up the rent out of spite. First off, I always step outside if I want a cig; I’ve never smoked inside the duplex. Secondly, I didn’t know I had to look a certain way to rent out a place that, I’ll admit, is falling apart and over half the outlets aren’t grounded. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he said “No” if he knew I was bisexual. So, after all this, I’m not going to rent out from this asshole at all, nor shop at the Ace Hardware he owns; he’s not having my money, that’s for sure.
So now I need to scramble for a place to live. I do plan on stopping by this place called Southwest C.A.P. (Community Action Program) on Tuesday, since I’d imagine they’ll be closed on Labor Day. Ben went through them before and says they’d pay the first three months’ rent once they help me find an apartment. In the mean time, I’m going to see what options there are in town that are cheap and have one or both utilities included; I’ll have less to worry about and I’d rather pay rent and utilities in one lump sum. I would like a single-bedroom or studio apartment, if I can find one; I’d imagine they’re cheaper and…I like my space and privacy.
Oh, and did I mention I start classes next week? Granted, I’m only taking two and I don’t have any on Tuesday, though I do start my new job that afternoon. Still…I’m so tired of all this; just seems like as soon as things start looking up, I get hit with something else as soon as I feel happy about my life.
Apparently this is the kind of life my mom wanted for me…