i want to move.. or do i?

right now maurice is packing my bag for swimming and talking about how he thinks this living/housing site is going to shut down eventually. i think that he's correct and i had a dream that it did get shut down and they gave us a list of housing sites that we could move to. todd is working at pinnicle (sp.?) as a pca and he earns more money there, so he works more there but he told me that he'd get me a card with info. he told me that it's a group home for women and they just opened up some homes recently. i really wouldn't want to leave maurice but the pca's are so damn lazy here. today darlisa told me she was going to write me up just because when she told me not to talk to her in a certain way i asked her if she wanted me to kiss her ass whenever i talked to her. these pca's are so lazy and all they do all day is talk on their cell phones (which they were advised not to have, so they sometimes tie up the office phone), talk about what all happens at the clubs, or go outside to smoke their cigarettes. the floor in front of my fridge is all tracked up because someone put the ice cream cake that my grandma bought for me in the refridgerator instead of the freezer, so it melted and the wheelchairs track it up everytime they come into my apartment because the front door is right next to my refridgerator. darlisa came into my apartment bitching (as usual) yesterday and she settled down for a second when she seen my birthday balloons on my couch and went back to yelling two minutes later.