So, I come home from a crazy ass day at work to a note from the apartment complex. The note says that I have violated my lease by not paying my electric bill and if it is not corrected in 3 days I will be evicted. Rational me knows I have paid my electric bill, rational me knows it is all just a mix up.

Rational me is very obviously not who reads the note.

Irrational me calls the electric company bawling (I have a zero balance), then calls the after hours maintenance number bawling (they can’t help me, probably because I don’t have a maintenance emergency), then calls my mom and wakes her up bawling because I don’t have extra money to move.

Sometimes I feel like I do everything right and I still can’t catch a break. Fortunately, I don’t feel like this much but when I do I tend to go a bit overboard.

I know that first thing Monday morning I will get this sorted out and I am trying to be at peace with it but it’s hard. I’m gonna give that bitch in the leasing office a piece of my mind for fucking with my living situation.