First my mother says I have to find a place by April. Then she says December, and then she compassionately said we can do April. Now she is saying in November. My ****ing grandma is pushing her to live with her as soon as possible at any cost. My grandmother just does not care. My grandmother is doing just fine, she's just lonely in florida in her beautiful home that's all paid. This is frustrating me. All the housing around here is very expensive starting at $650 a month for a 1 bedroom. I can't afford that. Also, because I owe back taxes and student loans, my credit score is not good enough to get an apartment on my own. I can't find any rooms for rent either, which are still expensive at around $450 a month. I'm baffled. Plus, winter is the hardest time for a painter and drywaller. There are no exteriors to do, which is where most of our work takes place. Overworked and underpaid in the hot summers, starving in the winters. I hate my job. I love the people I work with though.