So I am still not in my home yet, but I went outside today on my daily check up. Walking around with less than friendly expressions on my face I made sure they went over everything they need to do and supposedly have done, why there were only 3 workers, 1 who actually works in the buisness and the other two her daughters who really shouldn't be working on our house but okay. Those 2 young girls are younger than me and have no idea how to even apply paint, and yet they were handed paintbrushes, so I personally hired someone to come supervise them and show them how to.

We have been given another estimate, but with two different dates of Should be done before Halloween, but might not be done till Mid-November. The house looks awful in my honest opinion for the 91K we have given them for work not complete. Oh, and they fired yet another buisness partner of theirs and lost a bunch of staff so they have been working even slower. Another crew member showed up and said he was only coming to get his hunting supplies, which he apparently stored in our house for some reason? So I went off on him and told him to leave and stay off our property and I am waiting for the boss of this company to show up today like he should so I can give him the what-for.

My room should be done in a week in which I will move furniture in from being left outside for months after they kept saying two week, two week, two weeks, and having no where to store it after they lied multiple times. I have cleaned most of it and refinished damaged wood from them slapping their tool boxes and leaving their drinks on top of. But we have had to return a lot of furniture thanks to their lies. I'm at my wits end. I have no space to work on art or to call my own and I have to be hunched over on a horrible broken mattress just to type this in a FEMA trailer thanks to their lies and their personal lives being more important and scamming my grandparents any time I am away.


For once I admittedly would just like it if I could have a nice quiet normal life but instead I'm starting to wake up and just want to off myself from being so miserable. I even got a little part time at a game store in the mall and I still hate my life and I love to work and chat with people and I just, the moment I clock out I am back to wanting to die. I just wish I had drowned in that fucking flood, but instead I am here and the only thing I have to show for surviving it was that I got my grandparents out only so they would be used and abused by a contractor company that is fucking awful and our family trying to grab money off us too. It fucking sucks. But hey I'm alive, so people tell me be grateful. Fuck that.