Tuesday, December 11, 1984

I had an upsetting phone call this morning. I won't be needed at my new twelve-hour job on Saturday's anymore. I really didn't like the job, but I have no idea why I won't be needed. I had counted on the extra money. I am frantically refiguring my budget again. I can make ends meet with just the two jobs, but I desperately need a new bathrobe and sunglasses. I also may have to do without the rent at Mom's house, since my tenants, Sonny and Felicia, are getting financially in over their heads and mine. They now owe $150.00 past due rent, $80.00 for furniture, $30.00 for labor that wasn't done to put the ceiling in the breezeway, and $100.00 that was deducted from the rent for my car repairs, $360.00 total. I had to put the ceiling up myself after I had paid Sonny to do it. I don't know how long it would take me to rent it, if I evicted them either, especially in the winter. I can't financially absorb the $227.00 a month I would need just to pay the taxes and house insurance on Mom's house.

Alma was good again today and is much calmer.

I cleaned my middle bedroom.

I made eggnog at Marie's.