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Feeling bitter.
Oct. 27th, 2008 06:13 pmConvinced Dad (the wrong parent, unfortunately) to let me have a cat. He tried to talk Mom into it, and Mom shot it down as usual. She told me "Get an apartment!"
Yeah, because finding an apartment in this city with a $35,000 salary is SO easy. I found ONE place that was actually in this dumb city, in Staten Island (and I'm not even going to start about that), and they don't take pets. Every other place is in New Jersey. Granted, this was on Rent.com, and I don't know how good their listings are. As for housing lotteries, they're all in the Bronx, and whatever's not is senior housing.
So yeah, I'm not a very happy person right now. The only reason she's given me for not wanting another cat is the fur. I can go through the house with a lint brush and get the fur. If I can clean cat crap out of two litter boxes at the shelter (and I'm talking off the side of the box, not pick-it-up-with-a-scooper clumps), I can de-lint the damn apartment. I feel like I'm getting shot down without even the chance to prove myself, and that sucks.
Uncle Frank can't do anything on his own. He's hanging in there, but he's not doing that well, and all the medications the doctors put him on messed him up. They're taking him to a holistic doctor next in hopes that that will help.
Anyway.
Yeah, because finding an apartment in this city with a $35,000 salary is SO easy. I found ONE place that was actually in this dumb city, in Staten Island (and I'm not even going to start about that), and they don't take pets. Every other place is in New Jersey. Granted, this was on Rent.com, and I don't know how good their listings are. As for housing lotteries, they're all in the Bronx, and whatever's not is senior housing.
So yeah, I'm not a very happy person right now. The only reason she's given me for not wanting another cat is the fur. I can go through the house with a lint brush and get the fur. If I can clean cat crap out of two litter boxes at the shelter (and I'm talking off the side of the box, not pick-it-up-with-a-scooper clumps), I can de-lint the damn apartment. I feel like I'm getting shot down without even the chance to prove myself, and that sucks.
Uncle Frank can't do anything on his own. He's hanging in there, but he's not doing that well, and all the medications the doctors put him on messed him up. They're taking him to a holistic doctor next in hopes that that will help.
Anyway.
