For crying out loud

I hope that quote is true, I really do but I fail to see why whats happened today has happened. I was getting ready for work this morning and I got a text to say not to come in this week, completely out of the blue. I'm freelance in my job but even so to just stop me coming like that is really not right. If I don't work, I don't earn so it's gutting! I had written my little list of what the next four months money would be allocated too and was looking forward to being paid at the end of this month so that I could eventually, a year after moving in, have a normal bathroom again. It's so disappointing and I'm really fed up at the thought of trying to find another job too, when will this ever end! I had dared to look forward to spending decent money inside the house again but I don't understand what happening because my councellor and the book I'm re-reading now both tell me to let go of negativity and look forward to good things coming into your life. I was really doing that, planning the next stages and putting lots of positive thoughts out there about how my life was good and today I've gone backwards!! I've got to put up with that damn bathroom for even longer and I'm so fed up about it!

 I'd taken the polystyrene tiles off the ceiling when I first moved in as they were a fire risk. There are huge cracks and flaking plaster where there has been movement in the past and I was quite worried about it when I saw it but there is no cracking and movement to the brickwork outside so it hasn't been the walls moving. There has been some work to the roof and the tiles have been replaced (a man who was pointing next doors chimney told me) so I'm hoping that it was moving joists again that were causing the cracking and that's been fixed.

It's horrid to be living with this now, the floorboards are so old and broken that they can't be sanded and painted so it's a case of waiting until the new ceiling has been put in before I can put decent flooring down. This means that there's dust and dirt and the cats insist on jumping into the wet bath or sink and covering them with dirty paw prints, it really gets me down.

 The walls I spent days sanding down as they were pebble dash painted, it was a tedious dusty job but there's no point putting up wallpaper as the tiling needs to be done first.Theres cracking and blown plaster all around the window with some worrying 'lumps' that I'm trying to ignore.

I've always had lovely bathrooms and although I was fully prepared to ruff it a bit whilst I developed, I'm totally sick and tired of it now.