I finally had my place, my spot, my very own apartment. I had worked for months, saving every extra cent I could round up. It was a bit more than I had look planned for, but thing things fell into place perfectly. The first three or four months seemed to be a blur of crazy and then it was gone. Month five, rent is $1200 plus the extras like power, and water, the gas company and such. I have skipped bothering with cable or internet, those luxuries are not for me today.
I had been țhinking about getting a pick-up to get myself to where I needed to be, the bus system has been great to me, but they tend to balk a bit when I’m trying to transport the 16 foot branch with the perfect twist to its trunk that I absolutely MUST have for my next wood project or three. Yep, I needed a little truck.
I managed to save a couple hundred dollars. Made myself reign in my impulses and keep my goal in sight. I don’t know how I could have missed the signs, but almost over night the place where I had worked for months now closed its doors and went out of business. I was NOT prepared.
Rent was due on the third, by the fifth there is a fee tacked on of an additional $150. My lease agreement has another month to go, but I am at a loss. I have $360 total and I’m out of time. I began to gather up and pack my belongings. A few pairs of holy jeans, t-shirts, my Doc Martens, and the rest… I think that my clothing only accounts for maybe a third of my pile-in-progress. The other two- thirds would be the many, varied, and unusual random art supplies, and other implements of creation that I am so attached to.
Lost and not knowing what to do I browsed the classified sites on my phone for awhile. An ad caught my eye,
“want to make $400 cash right now? Just look presentable and Bring I.D”
I had to at least try, right?
This guy was pretty slick. He had been taking people to a certain carriers store, having them walk in and get 2 or 4 of the latest iPhones and regardless of their credit score, only the cost of the tax was required at that time. So, he put up the $75 or so per phone, I left with 4 phones. He took out a was of bills and paid me $200 per phone. I was ecstatic! Money in my pocket and I could breathe easy for a bit.
The next day he picked me up and went to a department store, two phones. Then to another, two more phones. And yet another to get two more. $1200 in one day, in the span of maybe 4 hours. In the meantime I am getting my people to come participate as well… share the wealth and all. Right?
Two days pass and I have been in literally every possible store that sells the newest model at least 3 times. I was helping to make sure that we had an efficient little system in place. Well apparently I did something to piss the guy off all of the sudden. It was peachy one minute and a nightmare the next. I don’t know what I did, but I have never been on the receiving end of that kind of rage before. I was legitimately frightened.
I had saved up all my money and it was in an envelope next to me in the car. He made like he was going to swing at me, so I dodged and got the door open. He gunned it, death gripped my money and sped forward as I tumbled out of the passenger side. I stood up, brushed off and realised that I was even deeper in the mud and sinking steadily. What a gullible, easy mark I made myself. What was I even thinking?
The next two days I packed up the rest of my apartment and said my goodbyes to my little h home. Packed it all into a storage shed that my friend was so kind to rent for me, and made plans to head out. 300 or so miles down the freeway is a little cook college town that I lived in a long while back. I can get started over down there and be situated by winter. It’s only the first week of July.
Let me just tell you… I’m not sure that I EVER want to go camping again for as long as I can draw breath. 3 weeks in the woods felt like I was the star of jumanji ! Every time I came out of the tent I was swarmed with meat eating bees. They were Everywhere! I am still too freshly traumatised to go into much detail of the camping I did. I’m very grateful that I am able to say I made it back to salt lake in fairly good condition.
I’m still living day to day with my backpack as my best friend. I’m not sure where, what, when, or how I will make it happen, but I will have a place to call my own before Christmas. I am determined to take my life back into my own hands again.
I have no cell phone. That guy took off in the car holding onto my envelope, and my phone was lost in the confusion. I don’t have any resources to get another, not even a cheap-o from Wal-Mart. But I WILL have one. I’m hoping that I can work through this day labor office for a bit to get some routine back into my days, and earn enough to get by. Not having a phone is a real damper on that since I am impossible to get in contact with except by email.
I am thousands of dollars in debt now, thanks to that cell phone scammer. My credit is a mess! That nightmare is just starting to brew, I’ll be feeling the aftershocks of that for years, I’m sure.
No matter what, I am standing with my head held high and both feet planted firm. I’m not letting these challenges defeat me. Hopefully, with a little help from a friend out there, I might be able to get my life back on track.