You know how it's said that everything happens in threes? Well, the universe sure kicked my ass this week. Horrible seven days for me. I really thought at one point I was going to have some sort of meltdown, dive under the covers in a foetal position and just stay there until...well, ever.
Monday morning I wake up to the cheery revelation that my refrigerator had broken down. My freezer had defrosted itself, and water was dripping into my crisper drawer at an alarming rate. I tried everything; checked the outlet, checked the fuse box, switched the breakers on and off--no go. The fridge light works, so I know it's getting power, but the motor wasn't running. So that morning consisted of running round frantically, dumping my freezer food into a neighbor's unit next door, cleaning up the mess in the fridge, and loading my cooler with ice so that I could salvage what was left. You know how much RV refrigerators cost retail? It's astronomical--$1500 or so. And they're hard to find secondhand. I just about cried.
Then on Tuesday I find that my stinkin' bank overdrafted me because I was four cents short on a purchase. Yeah, you read that right. Four lousy pennies. And so I got nailed with several $35 NSF fees, because of course everything else that posted after the first overdraft...was short. I'm dumping them this time. I've had enough of that crap from them. Being charged that much money for such a small error is ridiculous, and the banks are legally executing robbery. I'm just done. And I had to hoard what money I had left this week after paying bills.
So after about a day or two of panic and another day of sulking, I set about attempting to find ways of resolving these issues. Shot off a letter to the CEO of my bank, just to make myself feel better, though I don't know if it'll do me any good. Figured out a budget so that I can pay back the overdrafts, and started working on getting new jobs so that maybe I can either fix my fridge or buy a new/used one. A friend of mine in a neighboring town said he has an RV unit I can have; he's going to see if it still works, and if it does, he'll bring it over. Cross your fingers for me.
Then number three hit this morning. I woke up and found that my cooler had started leaking during the night--not too bad, but there was a definitive damp spot spreading underneath my rug. Sigh. Outside I hauled the cooler, next to the door, and began plopping old towels onto my floor and stomping on them to try and absorb as much of the moisture as I could before mildew could set in. (I can't yank the carpet up because there's too much furniture and whatnot holding it down.) Since it was only really damp and not wet--I lifted one corner to check underneath for pooling puddles and there weren't any--I think it should be all right. Problem may be that it's a really damp, overcast morning, so it may take a while. If the weather improves, however, I should have it dried by evening.
All in all, not a great week for me. But now that my three catastrophes have hit, I am projecting that things will get better from here on out. Only good things now. These things will not defeat me.
If y'all have a minute, send a positive thought my way. I could use it. :)