The princess has been deposed

Madness, blasphemy, and heresy - I have been deposed! Once the princess of my mid-sized Canadian city, living out my peaceful existence in the turret of an apartment and working my days in a second tower in the teen area (which used to be an armoury before it was converted into a library), it seems that my crown has been stolen and I have been given the not-so-subtle hint to get the fuck out of this dump of a city. Of course no one has actually said "WM, please leave our city and our library right now", and they would never do that even if I was the shittiest librarian in the world because they know how difficult it will be to find another sucker like me to come work here.

Anyways, when our lovely (and I mean that - I like her more than most of the other staff combined at my library) outreach librarian started last October, I was "asked" if I would like to share an office with her, which basically meant that she took over my desk and office, which is situated in the aformentioned armoury tower, and I would just continue to use it for storage but would never spend any time sitting at the desk (which was purchased for me, I might add). It's obviously not her fault - she needs a place to work too - and I needed to spend more time in the actual teen area anyways, so technically it did work out ... but it also made me feel like I was imposing on my own office.

But at least I still had my castle apartment on the hill, overlooking a nice green (or white for half the year) area and prime location for viewing thunderstorms ... granted it's a greenhouse in the summer and a freezer in the winter, I have the whole pigeon problem, and I pay $1100 a month in rent, but as many people told me (and I agreed), it was the nicest apartment they'd seen in this particular city, and it was worth the money. I got home from my wonderful "library's next top model" program at the library yesterday (which was very amusing apart from the fact that my dear friend J covered me with dollar store makeup and paraded me around the library, and not only is the makeup still ground into my eyebrows, but my eyes are incredibly itchy today) and there was a message from the manager of my building; it seems the asshole in Toronto who owns my apartment (and farmed the rental agreement out to our managers here) decided to sell, and I have two choices: cough up about $200,000ish to buy the apartment, or move out by July 31st. Now I know I was thinking of leaving soon anyways, but this is still fucking annoying because I always thought the choice to leave would be mine, not someone else's. Sure I can rent another apartment for a few months, but that seems dumb if I'm only staying until September and will have to move all my shit twice in 2 months, not to mention the fact that rental places are so hard to come by here that I may not even be able to find a place to live. I really wanted to stay until the end of August or September so that I could see the summer reading progtam til the end, but now I'm wondering if I should just try to find a job that starts August 1st and get the hell out of here by then. But if I go with that plan, I may need to push back my plan for world domination, and find a job in Canada as opposed to the UK, because I still have to work out all the visa shit and may not be able to do that in time.

Long story long, the princess is unhappy, and unless she can find someone's else's castle to share for a month or two, she may be leaving this city a little sooner than she thought!