Homeless. Jobless. Hopeless.
I am living in my parents' shed. That is my life. Metaphorically and otherwise.
Their house is totally gutted. Nothing but bare stud walls. Yesterday I got to rip down the ceiling. It was a great outlet for frustration. This is the snapshot I took before I started.
Then I got to disassemble electrical boxes and salvage the good switches and outlets that the electrician just threw in a tangled pile in the middle of the floor. That brought my frustration back.
I keep trying to do things to keep myself busy and keep my mind off how worthless I've become. I'm doing anything that will keep my brain from totally atrophying.
This week I'm scraping and painting my grandma's house. So far I have it all scraped except a little spot on the front. Unfortunately it's raining today so it will take a day to dry out before I can primer and caulk. I'm hoping to have it done by the end of the weekend, but if it stays dreary like this it will take a lot longer.
I also have a construction project that's all my own. Really it's more like disaster repair. There is a horrible little falling down house next to my grandma's that was sold on sheriff's auction a couple weeks ago. For months she had been worrying about what kind of trashy people would move in, so my parents bought it. I'm not kidding.
When I first went inside I nearly puked. I don't know how anyone could have lived like that. The stench and the filth are overwhelming. Starting next week I'll be pulling out all the carpeting and scrubbing down all the walls and cupboards, etc.
It needs serious structural repair, but that's a far bigger project than I want to get into right now. Instead, I'm going to scrub the heck out of it, clean and paint it, fix up the nasty yard, and put it back on the market. The goal is to make it nice enough to put a high enough price tag on it that skunky people won't buy it.
It will make a fabulous little fixer upper for someone. But right now it's so trashed that I doubt anyone could see its potential.
The beauty of the deal is this: I get to keep the profit. If I can get it sold, my parents want their money back, but I get to keep the rest. Awesome. I'm hoping to net ten grand. That would be sunshine and roses.
On the dark side, I have applied for 109 jobs in the past 4 months. Jobs I'm totally capable of and know I could do well. No one wants me. I suck.
Posted by Amanda at May 26, 2006 10:48 AM
