So I’ve been out of the country. But that’s just wishful thinking; work has me down on my knees begging please please please. The new job is fun (so far), and I find it quite amusing that I’m finally out of the call center industry. Sort of. I’m purely in sales now, but still working the night shift because that’s just how the Third World life is.

Let’s talk about work some other time, since I’d rather rant; and so far everything’s going well in that aspect of my life.

I will be without a place to stay come the 26th of February. No, the people I live with did not vote me off the island. Our landlady has. We all received our first eviction notice the other day. Apparently, they “cannot continue on with our tenure on a monthly basis”. For those few idiots out there, that means we are not under contract. The thing is, we ARE supposed to have a contract– we’ve been waiting for those papers since the day we moved in last October 26. Our landlady promised she’d hand us the contract November 1st, since the existing unit’s contract was written in a family context. That never happened.

This royally sucks. We’re supposed to be good for at least a year’s stay here. Without that contract, we’re fucked. I was planning on going househunting with my two cousins next month for a place to house five people (my cousins, Anna, Allah, and I) since our landlady implied a few days ago that she wants us out by March (when Q leaves). That worked sorta perfectly, giving us enough time to pool money together for the deposit and rent advance.

If anything, on our way to the grocery the other night, Allah and I spotted an “apartment for rent” sign just a few houses down the street from our place. Allah was supposed to give the lady a call and she didn’t. I think. ARGH, I DON’T KNOW. We’re crossing our fingers the place is nice (three bedrooms, preferrably) AND affordable. We’re currently paying 4,400 pesos each a month, and I’m willing to up my budget to 5k or 5.5k. After all, I’m now earning more than I did with my previous job.

I have a new email address: heweber@REMOVEMEbranders.com. But don’t send me mail there, it’s strictly for client correspondence. I am no longer an employee number. I just don’t get why there’s an ‘e’ there; a ‘g’ or ‘p’ would’ve been more appropriate. It took the IT guy two tries to figure out why he couldn’t set up an email account for me under ‘hweber’.

Karma will bite our landlady in the ass, I swear. She sent us an SMS asking us to set up a meeting with her to discuss our deposit, concerns, bills etc. since we all have different schedules. Whatever, maybe the next tenants’s going to be a family of pedophiles who will spend 24/7 ogling at the pre-school kids.