Apr. 23rd, 2017 06:59 pm
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99% of the time, I'm fine with my roommate/renter, Jeff.
But today, he's hogging the fucking washer & dryer and it's really getting on my tits.
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Today at the store I filled out my W-4. So, I guess I'm officially on-track now to be an official employee. I'm going to be paying taxes and everything.
Thing is, I'm not sure I want to stay there. Or that I am. And I feel like a tease for suggesting that I'm going to stay there and then bolt if the Old Shop asks me to come back. Which may or may not happen.
I don't know.
Plus, I'm spending most of my time standing around watching Mike do shit and he's not bothering to explain stuff and there's just a lot of crap going on that I really think I could do without.
Don't get me wrong.
The people I work with are nice.
It's just, I'm the oldest person in the store and some days I really feel like it.
Today has been one of those days. :/
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Today has been a fucking rollercoaster.
Last week, I learned my local comic shop was closing. A day later, I got a call from a guy who was referred to me by the shop's manager. Jason was going to buy out the shop and wondered if I would be interested in managing it for him? I told him I would. He said he had to finalize some stuff with the owner, but he'd be in touch. The next day I got a text from him stating he was buying the shop and wanted to hire me full time. I told him I was on board. Tonight, Jason called me and said that after looking at the shop's numbers, he had decided to back out of the deal. He was very apologetic.
I'm . . . not in a good space right now.
I'm kind of mad and sort of upset and faintly nauseous.
After I got offered the job I went ahead and cancelled the phone interview I had set up with another prospective employer. I contacted them tonight and asked if it was possible to reschedule the interview or should I just resubmit my application from the beginning?
I'm hoping I can just reschedule the interview and continue along the road to meaningful employment. If not?
Well, if not, I think I might go out and punch someone in the face.

Weird Mood

Apr. 2nd, 2016 11:09 pm
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So, I'm in a mood.
I don't know why but all day long I've just felt like I wanted to lie down on the floor and just die.
Just quit trying and doing and just lie down and let all of existence pass away from me.
No, I am not suicidal, thankyouverymuch. I'm just in a weird mental place.
I don't know why.
I don't know how long it's going to last.
All I know is that I'm ready for it to go the fuck away so I can get back to my usual happy-go-lucky self.
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I had an asshole customer come into the store this afternoon.
He was looking for some Silver Age comics so I pointed him toward the Silver/Golden boxes. I also mentioned that more collectible books, like Hulk #181, were kept in the back of the store, in the owner's office.
Bad thing to say.
Guy starts flipping through the books and asking if the owner had this comic or that comic in the back.
I told him, honestly, that I wasn't sure what the owner had in his collectible stock, because he's the only one who has access to it.
Guy gets pissy, throws up his hands and says, "I'm wasting my time here. I got cash to spend in my pocket but if you don't want to sell to me I'll just leave!"
Then he left in a huff.
I hope his comic collection spontaneously bursts into flames.


Nov. 16th, 2015 04:47 pm
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I got my property taxes in the mail today and I'm sort of wallowing in financial despair. Not because I don't have the money, but because it's money I won't see the return of any time soon.
Unless, of course, I get that government job I applied for. That would be sweet but I'm not holding out a lot of hope.
I'm tired of being poor.
I want to win the lottery. I want a million bucks so I can ditch this shitty little condo and move out west, to the California coast, and sit on a rock and watch the ships out on the horizon.
I want to get out of this shitty little state, away from its small minded people and be around people who are just . . . better.
I want a lot of things.
I wonder how many of them I'll actually get anytime soon?


May. 2nd, 2014 12:22 am
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Tonight, I realized that I have been in my new home for six months.
Six months and this house still doesn't feel like it's mine.
Six months and all I can think is that I've got a shrunken bank account and no sense of personal satisfaction.
Six months of accumulating debts and headaches and the secret fear that buying this place was a hideous mistake and that I should put it back on the market and sell it as quickly as possible.
Six months of this and I don't know if I can stand another six months of this bullshit.
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So, I came home from work the other night and had a little meltdown.
It wasn't work related. Work has been fine. I like my job.
No, what triggered the meltdown was my garbage can. It was jammed with all sorts of crap that wasn't mine. It was the painter's. And I'd just put a new bag in the day before.
I know. I know. Why on Earth did that trigger my little meltdown? I think its because for the last three months I've been living in limbo, watching my bank account drop every couple of weeks and generally experiencing flashes of, not buyer's remorse, but something akin to it.
I've gotten into the habit, lately, of screaming in the car on the Interstate as a way of relieving stress. And, yes, I know that sounds crazy but it sort of works.
At least for me.
The house should be finished by the end of the month. This Monday I get new carpet put in upstairs. Wednesday, my furniture and window treatments arrive.
Oh! And just when all that gets done, I'll probably hear from this job I interviewed for in New Mexico. I had the interview this past Friday and it was one of the shortest goddamn interviews I have ever had. So either they loved me and had made up their minds to hire me before hand or, more likely, it was just a formality to appease HR and they're going with someone local.
I think it's the second.
I'm still thinking of selling the place. In my heart of hearts, I'm more of a renter than a home owner. Shit breaks down and I just want to call the landlord to fix it. I am not, after all, overly domestic.
And, well, that's my life lately.
More later. - MEL
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I'm a bit miffed.
I've been renting a room in a private home for over a year. A couple of months ago the landlords announced their plans to move back to their native Chicago. They purchased a house there, put this one on the market and shipped all their worldly goods up north. Then went up for two weeks to hit the job trail. They had no luck so came back down South to work at their jobs until they could find stuff up North.
A few weeks ago the Misses got a job and moved back up to Chicago, taking the kids and the family dog with them. The hubby stayed behind, until he could line up a job of his own. About two weeks ago the hubby got a job.
Now, all this time, the landlords have been telling me slightly different stories of their plans for the house. Basically, it's on the market, they're trying to do a short-sell (which isn't going to happen IMHO) but until then they wanted me to rent out rooms for them. I was fine with that.
Then, yesterday, the landlord announces that the plan has changed. On November 1st, they're going to list the house as a rental through their realtor. The other renter is leaving at the end of October so it'd be just me. The landlord was like, "You can stay until we rent the house out and then we'll give you written 30 days notice."
You bet your ass you will, I wanted to say.
So, I'm miffed. They changed their plans on me with no real warning. And I can't begrudge them for wanting to go the rental route, although it's a 180 from what they had originally told me they were going to do. I mean, I would have rented the house out months ago.
So, anyway, I'm sick of being in limbo with this house situation, so I hit Craigslist last night and found somebody renting a room in my area. We're supposed to get together some time this Friday, I'm just waiting on the guy to call me back with a place and time. If the place is decent and the owner isn't a psycho, I'll probably take it. It'd be great if I could give notice on the 15th, then the landlords could just prorate the rent for half of October and we're done. I'd be in a new place and could get on with my life.
Oh. And the manager at my comic shop gave his notice last week. I'm not sure, but the rumor is that the shop is getting out of new comics and just going to deal in back issues. Ugh. If that happens, I don't think I'll stay. The past holds no allure for me.
Meanwhile, I'm still looking for a house of my own.
And that's my life.


Mar. 18th, 2013 12:22 pm
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So, my living situation is getting irritating.
For the last nine months I've been renting a room in a house with a very nice family.
About a month ago, the landlords let me know that they were going to be relocating to Chicago. They didn't plan on kicking anyone out and wanted to know if I'd be interested in staying on and renting out the house-rooms.  In exchange, I'd get free rent and my pick of the rooms.
I said I'd be interested.
Fast forward to last week.
The Other Renter approached the landlords with an offer to rent the whole house for himself, his girlfriend and their kids. I heard this and my immediate response was, "Oh hell to the no. Time to start looking for somewhere new to live."
So, I'm making contingencies.
Then I learn that Other Renter and his girlfriend can't afford to rent the whole house.  So, this was a tentative 'Yay!' moment for me.
So, we're sort of back where we were at the beginning.  Only I had a sit down with the landlords to hash out some details and they are completely unprepared. They can't give me any numbers. And then they start talking about making 8 to $900 in profit from the room rentals after expenses?!?  And they want renters to pay utilities too?!?
They are, I believe, seriously deranged at this point.
Which is why I'm considering buying a condo and just getting the hell out of this mess.
Which would be sad because it's a nice house, in a nice location and renting rooms out would be a breeze.  But who's going to want to pay $500 a month to rent a room? At that price, you might as well get a house.
I don't know.
The more I think about it, the more I think they should just rent out the house through a local rental company and we all just walk away from it.
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So, I've finished my second novel, a fantasy with a rather cumbersome title. 
Actually, I finished it a few days ago and have been working on edits and read-throughs.
I am babying the fuck out of this one, people. 
Because it was a holy terror to finish.
Normally, when I write, it just flows.  But this one? This one came in fits and starts, shuddering forward and then lumbering to a stop. There were times when I wanted to delete the file.  There were other times when I wanted to pick up my laptop and hurl it out the window.
Even as I was writing it, the story squirmed and twisted. Nothing new there, that happens with everything that I write, but this time? This time it just felt malicious, like the story didn't want to be finished.
Initially, this story was my rest piece, my alternative to The Sequel.  I often referred to it as The Other Story. Soon, though, it became the Only Story.  I couldn't get The Sequel into gear because this story was devouring my brain.
Writing this thing became less an act of creation and more a contest of endurance, a test of will.  Overall, it was a bloody pain in the ass.
You know I'm having problems when I talk about the details of a story.  I never talk about what I'm writing on except in the vaguest terms.  But the other week, while visiting my Mom, I sat down and expressed my frustration with the story.  She asked what it was about, which led me to sit in her living room and just sit there and tell her the entire fucking story.  I never do that, but this story is the first one I've written that has made me seriously doubt myself.
However, it's done now.  Finished.  I've done two read-throughs and finished my edit. This Monday, I submit it to my new Editrix, and while she's going over it, I shall be considering cover art.
God willing, I'll have the damned thing online at Amazon before the Xmas season.
Wish me luck. - MEL


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