Oh bother!

And fluff and stuff, as Winnie the Pooh would say (you know, the original from the book, not the cartoon series).

The outside of my apartment block is getting a re-paint. I made sure I left all the windows unlatched to assist in this, even though it wasn’t requested. They have done an abysmal job. Masking tape to ensure clean lines? Oh no, they don’t need that – and clean lines? What are they? We received a letter the day they finished painting our windows saying that we needed to co-operate and open our windows, etc. if we did not do this, it would be our own fault. My windows have been painted shut. A couple of them have actually been painted open. I left them all open anyway. How is this my fault? Is there anything they can or will do to fix this? Probably not.

The beautiful branches of the trees in front of my apartment that have offered unrivalled privacy as well as their shelter, insulation and shade in Summer have been callously lopped off – solely to allow said painters to get their scaffolding up without putting the effort in to actually maybe, you know, tie the branches out of the way. I’m almost more livid about this than I am about the shonky painting.

They raised my rent $130pcm this month (something I know I’ve already moaned about, but it’s actually happened this month – and we did get someone out to have a look, etc. etc. – they said we should be paying more than our landlord was actually raising our rent to!).

I’m studying photography but hating the school I’m at. I just want my diploma and then to walk away and forget any of their horrible administration blunders (which I encounter on average, ever fortnight) ever happened. This also means I am incredibly uninspired to do anything with my photography at the moment. Which in turn means I am uninspired to do anything at all. I rocked up late to work (because they don’t really care, thankfully, or I’d be out of a job) simply because I couldn’t be bothered. And now I’m here I still can’t be bothered. But I need the money.

I can’t afford to buy a house because I’m not qualified in anything that could earn me a better wage than I’m getting now. I also can’t afford to buy a house because house prices are rising exponentially. And any house that I would actually want to buy is getting snapped up by greedy developers who will knock it down and turn it into 12 apartments they can milk for exorbitant rent – not because they NEED to, because the CAN.

This situation is making me so upset, livid and out of control I feel sick. And there’s not a damn thing I, or anyone else, can do about it.

Damn the Man. He doesn’t care and I’m hard pressed to find anyone else who does too. I mean, we’ve got refugee camps, global financial crises, un-necessary wars, not enough contraception, too many people - and too many of those people dying, not enough healthcare or education and no-one seem to care about any of that either – so my little problems fade into insignificance.