fucktards and fridges

My absence from Blogdom over the past several months was in no way related to any apathy towards the place or the people I consider friends around here. I have pretty good reasons for not being around. This has been quite simply a case of life getting seriously in the way. In a nutshell:

In May 2008, I sold my condo. As part of the conditions of sale, I had 16 days to find a new place to live, pack up, and move. I ended up (hastily) choosing a 2 bedroom rental unit not far from my work. The salesman that showed me the place told me everything that I wanted to hear. (Translation: He told me blatant lies about the place, and completely misrepresented the facts.) What ensued was a continuous nightmare of monumental proportions that went on for 10 months and 2 days. I’m not sure that there’s enough room on my server to hold all that data required to explain all the details. Suffice it to say that during those (ridiculous) 10 months and 2 days, there were a grand total of about 20 days where I was NOT prevented from sleeping at night. I could not watch television or even speak on the phone (even during the day) without the people upstairs “retaliating” by pounding on the floors until all hours. Forget completely about listening to music. There were many registered letters, verbal exchanges (Translation: fights), and the net result was that I was a prisoner in the place, unable to make any kind of sound whatsoever. The lack of sleep and vindictiveness of it all took a huge toll on me personally.

Concurrent with that, two rather key people left my work in September 2008, and rather than replace them, a great deal of their responsibilities got “redistributed”. (Translation: It fell on my shoulders to pick up the slack.). This has led to a 7 day work week just to keep up (barely). This occurred after having been prevented from taking a proper vacation from work last year.

Between the fatigue from lack of sleep, as well as the fatigue from my current work schedule, I stopped seeing people, I stopped communicating with people, and I stopped extra-curricular activities.

I just stopped.

I didn’t have the energy to deal with any more than what I’ve had on my plate. Including Blogdom, obviously.

Three weeks ago, things hit the tipping point, and I arbitrarily decided to move out of the place, breaking my lease. Five days later, I had packed up and was gone. I moved into another rental unit in a much better building and location.

The apartment itself is not actually ready for me – I’m currently living in the bedroom of the new place, with the rest of my stuff being stored in a spare room. I have no kitchen, no refrigerator, no living room, no dining room, and there are workers (slowly) getting around to all the repairs and renovations that need to be completed.

But at least I can sleep at night.

And so there you have it. While 2008 started out as a year filled with promise (or so I thought), it ended up being a remarkably dark period instead. With this move to my beautiful new (albeit unfinished) place, it feels like I’m starting fresh (or at least it will once I can finally get settled in, which they tell me should be in a couple of weeks.) And while I don’t see an end in sight as far as my workload goes, at least I’ll have a peaceful place to come home to at the end of the day, and perhaps a little more energy to spend on other things.

Cheers,

still here…

family

dexter

hacked

try to imagine

disappointed

ode to you(th)

back to reality

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