Pouring on the Charm

I have spoken with Mrs. 508 about three times this week. Essentially, the long sad song continues. To her credit, it isn't a "woe is me... My life is terrible" kind of melody. It is more of a "I can't believe this came up too," kind of waltz.

Mrs. 508 is on the list of people I have never personally met. Her saga is affecting my life and ability to get rent. Mrs. 508 and I discussed her making different living arrangements. That is still up in the air.

As we were going through the last conversation, I said, "This isn't about where you get your mail and sleep at night. This is about your entire life. You need to get your shit together Mrs. 508."

Well, at least I called her by her last name when I cussed her out.