Diary Of A Reina

It's been a while since I've made a post. Life is good, I've just been busy with a new job in my normal life. I'm looking to traveling for work in the new year. Let's hope the shutdown is over by then. I've also updated my wishlist in case anyone wants to send me an early bday gift 😉

I seriously need to get back on journaling on a normal basis. I go through phases where I'm very active with my physical notebook journal and then I go to periods where I'm writing everything on my phone in notes. And then I also through periods where I don't write anything at all. An update on me, if anyone cares, finally after several weeks, my apartment is free of rodents. Long story short, I have lived in my current apartment for 2 years and never had a problem up until Halloween weekend. The night before, I heard noises in my kitchen from my bed but I assumed it was just my fridge making ice. The next morning, I woke up to make coffee and do my morning affirmations only to see a huge rat come out from under my dishwasher. Mind you, I'm completely terrified of rats and needless to say, I screamed and jumped on my couch, throwing stuff at it. It bolted back under the dishwasher. After calling my landlord and my sister, I grabbed what I could pack and left. My landlords responded within an hour and gave me their exterminator's number. And that was just the beginning of this headache. The exterminator who worked for landlords apparently did a lot of work for them, exterminating and contracting. I oversaw every time he came over and knew he was deliberately milking the job and not solving the problem just so he could make more money. The rat situation could've been resolved by Thanksgiving and because he deliberately did a shitty job, it wasn't resolved until the end of December. I'm one to be lenient about certain things, but I even told the guy that I am terrified of rats and even scared to go into my apartment. The week after Thanksgiving, I came home thinking that the rat situation was resolved and I could finally bring my dog home only to find a packed loaf of bread on top of my fridge, chewed through the plastic. I immediately panicked and called the exterminator asking to please come over that night and bring traps, considering he 'forgot them' in his other truck right before Thanksgiving. I also have to go so TBC with this story.