Oh, yes! Let us celebrate successes, shall we? Today, I while I was trudging through the wind and rain getting a few things around the neighborhood, I missed a call, luckily the caller left a voice mail, so after drying off and warming up I checked my voicemail.
It was none other than the regional director of TSINY, the agency that is in charge of all of my supportive housing needs. I called him back, and there was no answer so I left a message. Then I sat and wondered what someone that high up in the organization would want from me (naturally I figured it wasn't good).
Then, just as I was settling down for a 2pm nap, my phone rang. It was him, and he wanted to first apologize for the hellish situation that I was placed in when I moved over here to Hollis, with the psychotic roommate who trashed the apartment and stole from me. Apparently the email I had written to my case-worker had been forwarded all the way up to his office. This email not only detailed the fuckary that was going on, but had a negligence report that I filed with adult protective services on behalf of Robin, the roommate who wasn’t getting even a small percentage of the care he needed from anyone at the agency.
The big director guy then commended me for taking the actions I took, up to and including calling 911 to get emergency psychiatric care for Robin.
Here’s that story for those who don’t know what I’m talking about:
He then told me that the agency will not be using the apartment where I am now for their supportive housing program any more. That’s good, the vibes are rubbish in here, anyway. Plus this neighborhood sucks. everything is overpriced the bodegas are a mockery of what a good New York City bodega should be. None of the close ones take food stamps, have cheaper out of state tax evading smokes, sell loosies, or even have a chop cheese sandwich. Unacceptable.
Here’s the really amazing thing that he told me next: I am getting a new apartment, a freshly constructed one and I will have first pick of the rooms. I looked at the area, everything I need is closer to the house than it is over here, and I can even easily catch the A train to Manhattan more easily than I could at either apartment I’ve lived in since I moved out here to Queens from treatment in the Lower East Side. He told me that the master bedroom has it’s own little bathroom, so naturally I expect that’s the one i’ll be going with. They are furnishing the place this week, with an expected move in date being late next week.
You see that? Good things do happen, just as I was starting to lose a little faith in things, I get this call confirming that I did the right thing, and that I am finally going to live somewhere decent. I think you just have to wait out the tough times, and do the best that you can because everything is temporary. There’s my little philosophy. I had to struggle for a while, we all have to struggle for a while, it levels out. Things are going to level out.
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