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Christmas 2023
Dec. 25th, 2023 10:51 amI don't much care for Christmas.
The holiday doesn't hold much reasonance for me.
I prefer marking the Winter Solstice/Yule. That's more relevant to me, because even though it marks the official start of the winter season, it also heralds the return of longer days.
When you have photoreactive Seasonal Affective Disorder, more natural light is always a good thing.
Christmas, though, is mostly just work and obligation. I'm not one of the people who forces themselves to be 'jolly' all season long or anything, but there is a certain pressure when you work in a retail environment to give people what they expect. So, I wear the sparkly elf hat and play the Christmas music, and smile and ask the usual Christmas questions, while inside I feel as empty as a politican's promise.
But, it's done now. The day has come.
I'm going to get dressed and go to The Store and take down the Christmas decorations I put up two weeks ago, and then I'm going to come home and dress Bonaparte for the Winter Season.
I'm thinking it may be time to retire me old plastic skull.
Or maybe not.
We'll see.
Anyway, I hope all of you out there enjoy the day and the season, if you're so inclined. And, if you don't, well, just take comfort in the knowledge you probably won't have to think about it again until next October, when all the Christmas stuff shows up again.
The holiday doesn't hold much reasonance for me.
I prefer marking the Winter Solstice/Yule. That's more relevant to me, because even though it marks the official start of the winter season, it also heralds the return of longer days.
When you have photoreactive Seasonal Affective Disorder, more natural light is always a good thing.
Christmas, though, is mostly just work and obligation. I'm not one of the people who forces themselves to be 'jolly' all season long or anything, but there is a certain pressure when you work in a retail environment to give people what they expect. So, I wear the sparkly elf hat and play the Christmas music, and smile and ask the usual Christmas questions, while inside I feel as empty as a politican's promise.
But, it's done now. The day has come.
I'm going to get dressed and go to The Store and take down the Christmas decorations I put up two weeks ago, and then I'm going to come home and dress Bonaparte for the Winter Season.
I'm thinking it may be time to retire me old plastic skull.
Or maybe not.
We'll see.
Anyway, I hope all of you out there enjoy the day and the season, if you're so inclined. And, if you don't, well, just take comfort in the knowledge you probably won't have to think about it again until next October, when all the Christmas stuff shows up again.
Humpty Dumpty
Nov. 8th, 2023 12:33 pmMy friend, Paul, who lives about 40 minutes away from me, and is a bit older than me, was outside his home today when he had a bad fall.
He was lying on the ground for 45 minutes,unable to get back up. He finally managed to crawl to his car and use that to climb to his feet, but then his vertigo kicked in and he was stuck out by his car for anothe twenty minutes before he could get into the house.
And post about his experience on Facebook.
I called him when I saw the post and asked if he wanted me to come out and take him to the doctor. He said no, that he was just sore and embarassed.
SMH. I swear to God, I am about at the end of my tether with that man. He knows he's got shitty health, he knows he should make changes, but he never fucking acts on it.
I was so tempted when I saw the post, not even to respond. He didn't call me. But I felt like I had to call and so I did and now I'm walking around with my damn phone turned on so he can call me if things change and he needs me to come out and take him to the damned doctor.
Honestly, I wish he would just get better or just die.
He was lying on the ground for 45 minutes,unable to get back up. He finally managed to crawl to his car and use that to climb to his feet, but then his vertigo kicked in and he was stuck out by his car for anothe twenty minutes before he could get into the house.
And post about his experience on Facebook.
I called him when I saw the post and asked if he wanted me to come out and take him to the doctor. He said no, that he was just sore and embarassed.
SMH. I swear to God, I am about at the end of my tether with that man. He knows he's got shitty health, he knows he should make changes, but he never fucking acts on it.
I was so tempted when I saw the post, not even to respond. He didn't call me. But I felt like I had to call and so I did and now I'm walking around with my damn phone turned on so he can call me if things change and he needs me to come out and take him to the damned doctor.
Honestly, I wish he would just get better or just die.
Came into The Store this morning and found a mess in front of the front doors. Apparently, some junkie asshole from the Sleep Inn across the street decided to have a little party. Asshole left bags of unopened candy and sunflower seeds, a bunch of opened and half eaten peanut butter cups, dum-dums and a bottle of fucking Pedialite behind him. Also, a hotel room key with a name and room number on it.
I was so fucking tempted to walk over to the Sleep Inn, and just dump all that garbage in front of their main entrance.
I was so fucking tempted to walk over to the Sleep Inn, and just dump all that garbage in front of their main entrance.
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Oct. 23rd, 2023 07:38 pmSo, the wedding looms ahead of us all and I think it's starting to get to Jorg. He was over here today prepping the house and making thise little fake tombstones for the ceremony. They've got the names of him and Ashley and all their kids. Weird, but they think it's funny.
Chairs and stuff get delivered this Thursday. I said I'd be here if he needed, just give me a time window.
The wedding itself is going to start at around 8PM, so I leave The Store at 7PM and have to high tail it over here, shower, change clothes and then be even MORE SOCIAL for an undefined length of time. Then, joy of joys, I get to wake up on Sunday and go back to work.
Oh! Did I forget to mention that we're having an event at the store the same day as the wedding and Jorg will not be there? Just me and whateve sad bastard he can rope into hanging out with me. Meh.
I think I should pay myself extra for all the bullshit I'm gonna have to put up with this week because of the wedding.
Also, still giving it 6 months. If it lasts longer, that's nice. More power to 'em. But, in my heart of hearts, I think it's doomed to fail.
Still haven't heard anything from the water company about the uncredited payment. Will talk to them on the 30th about it. If they can't explain/credit the account, I guess I'm calling the city
comptroller or somebody.
On the brighter side, I FINALLY got a new light for the stove top. I am no longer cooking in darkness. Yay. I thought I'd put the extra bulb in the dining room light, but I can't figure out how to take it off? And, given my facility at breaking things around the house, I'm not touching it until I know.
Anyway, that's my life right now. Hope y'all are having a good day.
Chairs and stuff get delivered this Thursday. I said I'd be here if he needed, just give me a time window.
The wedding itself is going to start at around 8PM, so I leave The Store at 7PM and have to high tail it over here, shower, change clothes and then be even MORE SOCIAL for an undefined length of time. Then, joy of joys, I get to wake up on Sunday and go back to work.
Oh! Did I forget to mention that we're having an event at the store the same day as the wedding and Jorg will not be there? Just me and whateve sad bastard he can rope into hanging out with me. Meh.
I think I should pay myself extra for all the bullshit I'm gonna have to put up with this week because of the wedding.
Also, still giving it 6 months. If it lasts longer, that's nice. More power to 'em. But, in my heart of hearts, I think it's doomed to fail.
Still haven't heard anything from the water company about the uncredited payment. Will talk to them on the 30th about it. If they can't explain/credit the account, I guess I'm calling the city
comptroller or somebody.
On the brighter side, I FINALLY got a new light for the stove top. I am no longer cooking in darkness. Yay. I thought I'd put the extra bulb in the dining room light, but I can't figure out how to take it off? And, given my facility at breaking things around the house, I'm not touching it until I know.
Anyway, that's my life right now. Hope y'all are having a good day.
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Sep. 28th, 2023 12:42 amSo, Facebook irritates the holy fuck out of me sometimes.
When I woke up this morning, I picked up my phone to check my FB feed and saw that the Recent Activity button had been vanished. I couldn't find it anywhere on the site, which just made me mad. So I pulled out my laptop, went to Feedback and wrote a profanity-laden screed about how FB is run by fucking chuckleheads, etc. etc.
Tonight, the Recent Activity button is back. Not sure what happened, but I like to think someone, somewhere, read my feedback and realized the errors of their ways. Ha!
It's more likely it was just a glitch, but shit like that just drives me crazy.
My foot is finally starting to feel better. I've been resting it most of the day and trying to stay off of it. Tonight, before I go to bed, I'll slather on some anti-inflamatory ointment and see if that will help some more.
I'm supposed to meet a friend tomorrow evening for coffee and convesation, but I think I might beg off. I'm just not feeling super-social right now and, honestly, I just want to rest up my foot some more.
Anyway, hope y'all have had a good day.
When I woke up this morning, I picked up my phone to check my FB feed and saw that the Recent Activity button had been vanished. I couldn't find it anywhere on the site, which just made me mad. So I pulled out my laptop, went to Feedback and wrote a profanity-laden screed about how FB is run by fucking chuckleheads, etc. etc.
Tonight, the Recent Activity button is back. Not sure what happened, but I like to think someone, somewhere, read my feedback and realized the errors of their ways. Ha!
It's more likely it was just a glitch, but shit like that just drives me crazy.
My foot is finally starting to feel better. I've been resting it most of the day and trying to stay off of it. Tonight, before I go to bed, I'll slather on some anti-inflamatory ointment and see if that will help some more.
I'm supposed to meet a friend tomorrow evening for coffee and convesation, but I think I might beg off. I'm just not feeling super-social right now and, honestly, I just want to rest up my foot some more.
Anyway, hope y'all have had a good day.
Woke up tired this morning and I've been dragging all day.
Today was a Paul Day. He txted me on Sunday evening to ask if we could do laundry, but I didn't see it until this morning, so laundry did not happen.
We did the library and the grocery store, and he asked if he could borrow some cash to pay his water bill. I gave in and gave it to him, but eventually I'm going to say 'no.' He did ask the Water Company if they knew of any kind of financial assistance he could get regarding his situation, but they were pretty dismissive.
He's also having a hard time paying his electric bill. He owes like $500. I think, eventually, he'll be sitting out there in the dark with no water. I'd like to help but I don't make that much and can't afford to keep paying my friend's fucking bills. His FAMILY needs to goddamn step up and do more, or Paul just needs to knuckle down and get some real financial assistance.
We hung out for a while, and then I came home. Jorg was supposed to have some cash for me, but he's not here and there's no money in my bedroom. So, I'll be seeing him tomorrow.
And, on top of all that, I think I may have been zapped by a cop with a radar gun on the way home. If I get a speeding ticket, I'm going to be pretty fucking mad.
Today was a Paul Day. He txted me on Sunday evening to ask if we could do laundry, but I didn't see it until this morning, so laundry did not happen.
We did the library and the grocery store, and he asked if he could borrow some cash to pay his water bill. I gave in and gave it to him, but eventually I'm going to say 'no.' He did ask the Water Company if they knew of any kind of financial assistance he could get regarding his situation, but they were pretty dismissive.
He's also having a hard time paying his electric bill. He owes like $500. I think, eventually, he'll be sitting out there in the dark with no water. I'd like to help but I don't make that much and can't afford to keep paying my friend's fucking bills. His FAMILY needs to goddamn step up and do more, or Paul just needs to knuckle down and get some real financial assistance.
We hung out for a while, and then I came home. Jorg was supposed to have some cash for me, but he's not here and there's no money in my bedroom. So, I'll be seeing him tomorrow.
And, on top of all that, I think I may have been zapped by a cop with a radar gun on the way home. If I get a speeding ticket, I'm going to be pretty fucking mad.
Tired of this now.
Mar. 19th, 2022 09:41 pmToday was long and tiring.
When I came home, all I wanted to do was toss some meatballs in the microwave and sit on the couch with a bag of chips or something.
But, of course, because I'm eating for my health, I can't do that.
No, I have to cook. Because all of my usual convience foods are either (A)super-salty, (B)super-sugary or (C)high oxalate.
I could have sat down with some fruit or something, or have instant rice, but I didn't wanna.
So, I cooked. I browned some hamburger meat, tossed in a little can of salt-free tomato sauce, added some shredded lettuce and mushrooms I wanted to get rid off and had that with some low-sodium corn chips.
It was not what I wanted.
It did not satisfy me.
At least I didn't eat all the corn chips.
When I came home, all I wanted to do was toss some meatballs in the microwave and sit on the couch with a bag of chips or something.
But, of course, because I'm eating for my health, I can't do that.
No, I have to cook. Because all of my usual convience foods are either (A)super-salty, (B)super-sugary or (C)high oxalate.
I could have sat down with some fruit or something, or have instant rice, but I didn't wanna.
So, I cooked. I browned some hamburger meat, tossed in a little can of salt-free tomato sauce, added some shredded lettuce and mushrooms I wanted to get rid off and had that with some low-sodium corn chips.
It was not what I wanted.
It did not satisfy me.
At least I didn't eat all the corn chips.
I made the mistake of going by Wal-Mart this morning.
Going by Wal-Mart is always a mistake.
They've set up these shopping carts every six feet on the way into the store with orange tape between the carts, so you have to go out of your way to enter their store. Apparently, they're trying to route traffic into and out of the store.
They had an employee, some old fool, standing outside the doors chiding people for not following social distancing.
SMH.
Honestly, I find myself growing more and more irate with the whole situation. People who aren't sick wearing masks. People wearing gloves, even though the CDC says that isn't an effective deterrent to the virus. People sanitizing their groceries when they come home.
It's all just stupid and irritating and I'm ready for it to be over with.
Going by Wal-Mart is always a mistake.
They've set up these shopping carts every six feet on the way into the store with orange tape between the carts, so you have to go out of your way to enter their store. Apparently, they're trying to route traffic into and out of the store.
They had an employee, some old fool, standing outside the doors chiding people for not following social distancing.
SMH.
Honestly, I find myself growing more and more irate with the whole situation. People who aren't sick wearing masks. People wearing gloves, even though the CDC says that isn't an effective deterrent to the virus. People sanitizing their groceries when they come home.
It's all just stupid and irritating and I'm ready for it to be over with.
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Nov. 7th, 2019 08:27 pmI'm going to vent here a little bit.
My roommate/friend/Landlord,J, has a friend named Ryan. Ryan and his wife got into an argument a couple of days ago and Ryan has been camping here ever since.
I am sick of Ryan.
All he's done is sleep, pop Xanex and go out for smokes. Everytime I ask him how he's feeling, he says some stupid shit about, 'Trying to die.'
He's depressed and spiraling and I am unsympathetic.
No. Not unsympathetic. I am actively pissed off at the guy.
He's not a fucking vegetable. He's not rooted to the ground, prey to the whims of the elements and seasons. He's not a fucking plant. He's a man and he should make some fucking decisions, like going the fuck home and dealing with his wife. Or get divorced. Or go back and get some tail on the side. Something! Anything!
This passivity shit REALLY gets on my nerves.
I swear to God, if I ask him again how he's feeling and he says "Trying to die" or some shit like that, I'm picking up the nearest heavy object and braining him, the stupid, whiny fucker.
Thank you for listening.
My roommate/friend/Landlord,J, has a friend named Ryan. Ryan and his wife got into an argument a couple of days ago and Ryan has been camping here ever since.
I am sick of Ryan.
All he's done is sleep, pop Xanex and go out for smokes. Everytime I ask him how he's feeling, he says some stupid shit about, 'Trying to die.'
He's depressed and spiraling and I am unsympathetic.
No. Not unsympathetic. I am actively pissed off at the guy.
He's not a fucking vegetable. He's not rooted to the ground, prey to the whims of the elements and seasons. He's not a fucking plant. He's a man and he should make some fucking decisions, like going the fuck home and dealing with his wife. Or get divorced. Or go back and get some tail on the side. Something! Anything!
This passivity shit REALLY gets on my nerves.
I swear to God, if I ask him again how he's feeling and he says "Trying to die" or some shit like that, I'm picking up the nearest heavy object and braining him, the stupid, whiny fucker.
Thank you for listening.
Apologies for the upcoming harsh languages, but I HAVE to vent.
If you've ever worked in retail, you know that the public can act like a bunch of cunts. I don't normally get that at the Store, but it happened this morning. This old couple came in and wandered around for a couple of hours, asking about prices and discounts and not really being troublesome, just being demanding costumers. Which would not have been a bad thing if the old cunts had actually BOUGHT anything.
Instead, they decided they didn't like our prices and walked out, leaving a pile of books on the counter. And as they were leaving I heard the old man say that our prices were "ridiculous."
Honestly, I wanted to go after them and tell them the problem wasn't our prices it was the fact that they were a couple of cheap dickholes who should only buy shitty products they find online!
Gaah!
Just totally ruined my mood.
The Paul Simon on the fucking radio is NOT helping that any.
Again, apologies for the bad language but I had to vent.
If you've ever worked in retail, you know that the public can act like a bunch of cunts. I don't normally get that at the Store, but it happened this morning. This old couple came in and wandered around for a couple of hours, asking about prices and discounts and not really being troublesome, just being demanding costumers. Which would not have been a bad thing if the old cunts had actually BOUGHT anything.
Instead, they decided they didn't like our prices and walked out, leaving a pile of books on the counter. And as they were leaving I heard the old man say that our prices were "ridiculous."
Honestly, I wanted to go after them and tell them the problem wasn't our prices it was the fact that they were a couple of cheap dickholes who should only buy shitty products they find online!
Gaah!
Just totally ruined my mood.
The Paul Simon on the fucking radio is NOT helping that any.
Again, apologies for the bad language but I had to vent.
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Mar. 24th, 2017 07:48 pmToday 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. :/
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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Nov. 7th, 2016 06:50 pmToday 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.
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 pmSo, 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.
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.
Asshole customers
Nov. 18th, 2015 07:00 pmUgh.
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.
Asshole.
I hope his comic collection spontaneously bursts into flames.
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.
Asshole.
I hope his comic collection spontaneously bursts into flames.
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?
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?
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.
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.
A House is Not Always a Home...
Mar. 23rd, 2014 01:03 amSo, 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
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
Just life...
Sep. 10th, 2013 08:57 pmI'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.
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.
