Jackie: A Tale of Perversity and Woe

Rob's piece of shit car somehow, miraculously, passed inspection, and so he was able to take me to see The Dark Knight Rises (which was GREEEEAAATTTTT), and then back to his new abode. It's a small room he's renting at someone's house, basically. We moved some of his stuff in there. The room smells like smoke and doesn't have a lock. But he gets Internet, cable, and his TV has a slot for VHS tapes.

Seriously, though, I have no idea how his shitty Beetle passed inspection. That thing has, like, at least thirty-five problems.

Been trying to write another Tony/Bruce fanfic but I suck at everything, so it's been slow going. Sometimes it feels more like a chore, and other times I have fun writing it, but mostly it feels like a chore, or something I have to do because I had the idea and I want to make myself keep writing things so I don't fall into another pit of Not Writing For Years.

My boyfriend’s dad just got fired from his job. The house he lives in is owned by the company he used to work for, and they’ve given him a 7-day eviction notice. Is this legal? Isn’t it usually 30 days? 7 days is not nearly enough time to find a place to live and move there, especially when you’ve just been fired. Is there any sort of legal action he can take, or anything he can do at all? Would they have squatters’ rights after the seven days? Please let me know ASAP; this is incredibly urgent. My boyfriend being homeless in a week is not something that can happen.

eta: I was looking stuff up about the eviction notice, and I think it’s actually a notice to quit instead of the official eviction notice.

That means they would have seven days until the actual eviction notice, and after that they would have thirty days to move out.

So, that’s still not good, but it’s a lot better than only having a week to figure things out. I hope this is the case. I don’t know for sure, because I haven’t seen the paper.

eta: So, my boyfriend does have only a week to find somewhere else to live. His dad is unable to fight this eviction because his recent ex-wife has taken all $44,000 out of their bank account, because apparently she is a total cunt. He’ll get that money back eventually, yeah, but not in time. It was part of his contract that he would have seven days to leave if he was fired, and if he just stays in the house he will lose all of his compensation and he will have to pay the property taxes and utilities, which totals to almost $2000 a month.

At worst, Rob is going to have to move in with his mom in North Carolina. We’ll see what happens. I wish there was something I could do. But there isn’t.

He’s trying to find an apartment but he doesn’t make a lot of money, and he wants to be relatively close by for his job. He may have found a couple of things but it all depends on whether he can get a roommate.

I had another depressing post up here last night, but I moved it over to my private journal, 'cause I'm sick of whining at you guys, and I'm sure you're sick of it too.

Thanksgiving was okay. Work was not anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be -- I was sure that they would leave me with a shitload of packaging to do when I got there, but thankfully there was none and I was able to do the set-up quickly, and with time to spare so I could clean. But man, always around the holidays, EVERYONE WANTS CANNOLIS. I don't blame them, 'cause the cannolis we have are actually very good, but goddddd it gets annoying when it's the third person in an hour who wants a whole pound of mini cannolis filled and covered with powdered sugar and sprinkles and ponies and gold.

Rob came to our Thanksgiving because his stepmom who is currently separated from his dad was at his, and he wanted to be away from the awkward... plus this is the first time he's formally met my parents. I'd made apple crisp the day before and he was the only one who had it, lol. Too full. Plus I'm not crazy about apple crisp in general. It's just so... apple-y. Weird thing is, I like raw apples, but I can't have them because of my pollen allergy. So now I have a bunch of extra apples sitting in the fridge and idk what to do with them.

So, yeah, it was alright. How were your Thanksgivings/Thursdays? And I'll try to get around to writing the other two fics that were requested, but I'm not gonna promise anything. I've been finding it so difficult to write anything besides my screenplay...

So, I got back from my beach vacation this afternoon, and it was just smashing! The motel was pretty decent (at least it had a pool, even though it had no internet), it didn't rain except for some light drizzle, and good times were had, along with good food and CANDY AND ICE CREAM YAY!

It was really cool to go away for a couple of days with a ~~~BOY~~~~! *le gasp* It was quite lovely, actually. We walked the boardwalk a bunch of times, stood on the beach at night, and he helped me win a prize in the arcade. If you follow me on twitter or Tumblr you might have seen that I won 500 tickets on one of the slot machines there, which was fucking awesome and crazy. Although it wasn't quite enough to get anything good, besides a board game or the exact same iPod Nano I already own, so me and Rob played a bunch of Skeeball so I could get a Rorschach bobblehead. Though in retrospect we probably should've just kept doing the slots, since the tickets were worth more points there. Oh well.

( Picture of bobblehead under the cut. )

All in all, an excellent trip. Next year we might be going down to Wildwood and get a bunch of people to come with us so we can rent a house for a week or something. I've never been there but Rob says it's awesome.

Yesterday was just One Of Those Days, man.

When I got to work there so much shit I had to do because it was Saturday and there's always a lot of set-up for Sunday. Then, when I was in the middle of setting up the kaiser rolls, I started having a huge sneezing fit -- which is actually not unusual, as this usually happens because of the freezer burn and dough flakes getting inside my nose.

But then it just. Wouldn't. Stop.

I was seriously sneezing about three to five times a minute. It would not let up! Occasionally it would stop for about five minutes and then start up again just as I thought it was over. It was fucking brutal. Not to mention there were tons of customers so I was trying to do the set-up but I was always either being interrupted by snot dribbling down my face or a customer wanting ALL THE THINGS.

So I decided to take my lunch a little earlier than I would have normally just so I could calm down (I figured it was the stress getting to me and making it worse), when I lost my name badge for about the fiftieth time because that stupid thing is always falling off. You need the badge to clock in and out so I was running around trying to find it and then I just went, "Fuck it" and left. Luckily Rob was working at the same time as me and he managed to find it before I got back (in the freezer in between some boxes, wtf?).

So I get back and then everything seems all right. Rob helped me finish the set-up since he didn't have anything else to do. I was still sneezing and everything, and boogers dribbled down my face as I cleaned the floors, but the day was almost over and I had Sunday off so whatever. What else could go wrong?

Well, I was returning the hose in Seafood to Rob (because I was cleaning the cake decorating area and our hose doesn't extend that far), when I slipped violently on the floor Rob had just cleaned and landed painfully on my ass. It would've been funny except I had had such an awful day already and now my butt was really sore, I was dripping wet and smelled like Mr. Clean, and I was still sneezing up a storm.

So I started to cry.

And you know how sometimes you start crying and you just can't stop? Yeah, that was what happened to me. I managed to compose myself for a brief time as we left the store but on the way to his house I was like "I LOVE YOUUUUUU" and started crying again. We got back and he held me for a while as I continued sobbing. I calmed down eventually, then he walked me home and I took some Nyquil and went to sleep and here I am, having woken up at 5 in the morning.

My stuffy nose is over, I think, but I still have a massive headache. Thank God I'm not working today. I probably would've called out if I had been scheduled.

Me: Yeah, like I was saying in my Five Nerdy Friends videos... Batman and Iron Man are sort of similar in that they are both rich white boys, whereas Spider-Man is an everyman and thus more relatable --
Rob: *suddenly starts kissing me furiously*
Me: ...You like when I talk about comics, huh?
Rob: Yes.

Just spent the night at my boyfriend's house for the first time, HEY-OOOOOOOOO

(sorry, I just had to brag about it somewhere)

Changed my layout just now! Whaddaya think? I'm probably going to change the header at some point but this'll do for the present. I figured it was time for a change; I've been using the same layout for nearly half a year now, I think. And it's pink! Because pink is actually my favorite color. Ssssh, don't tell anybody.

(and of course my header is the fabulous HBIC Peggy Olson. Hi Peggy!)

In other news, tomorrow is gonna be a busy day. Me and Rob are going to free comic book day at our local comic book store, and then it's off to New York to go see Jane Eyre and buy my mom a Mother's Day present. The original plan was to go to the mall and then Montclair, but the stupid theater there isn't playing Jane Eyre anymore (even though they were just a couple days ago, so WTF on that one). So now it's only playing in New York. And I have to see it. I. Have. To. And Rob is sweet and made someone cover his shift at work so he could come with me. *studio audience goes AWWWWWWWWWW*