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Interesting news to speak of today:
Today, Audra tried quitting her job by submitting a rather beautifully worded letter of resignation (not like she necessarily had to). However, instead of getting the reaction I imagined ("WHAT, BITCH!? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!! I'M FRANS LANTING AND I INVENTED THE PIANO KEY NECKTIE!!!"), she instead was asked a series of rather curious questions. First one, of course, is how much it would cost them to keep her in Santa Cruz and let me move to SD by myself. Thankfully, Audra hasn't quite realized how disposable I am yet and decided to not even entertain that offer.
This is where shit goes weird...their next offer, designed to keep Audra working for them, is to help me get a journalism job with the Santa Cruz Sentinel. While I'm not keen to live in Santa Cruz with its insane rent prices anymore, this sounds like a pretty good opportunity to write for a paper and kind of get some work in - whether it be for future job prospects or for grad school. Additionally, I'd be getting help from Frans' wife, Christine, who just so happens to write for National Geographic. Pretty damned good credentials. However, slaving away at a job and having to come up with first and last month rent, a security deposit, and going from zero to sixty all in one go doesn't exactly seem like a fun time and the prospect of moving back home and getting enough money saved to comfortably move into downtown SD sounded a lot more inviting. But it doesn't end here...
Apparently, since Audra knew I'd be divided on this issue, she voiced her concerns to Frans and Chris and they offered to supplement our rent. Honestly, there is no excuse I could possibly come up with that would even come close to getting out of this. Supplemented rent? A Job offer at a newspaper that could eventually lead me to the San Jose Mercury (much greater distribution than the San Diego UT)? Aid from a well-known National Geographic journalist? I can't really deny all of those things in good conscience. Either way, while I was planning to move back home to SD on July 1st, if I'm able to get this job and live in SC at a reasonable price I might have to change my plans...and find a MUCH better place to live than an Arthur Fischer shit shanty.
Today, Audra tried quitting her job by submitting a rather beautifully worded letter of resignation (not like she necessarily had to). However, instead of getting the reaction I imagined ("WHAT, BITCH!? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!! I'M FRANS LANTING AND I INVENTED THE PIANO KEY NECKTIE!!!"), she instead was asked a series of rather curious questions. First one, of course, is how much it would cost them to keep her in Santa Cruz and let me move to SD by myself. Thankfully, Audra hasn't quite realized how disposable I am yet and decided to not even entertain that offer.
This is where shit goes weird...their next offer, designed to keep Audra working for them, is to help me get a journalism job with the Santa Cruz Sentinel. While I'm not keen to live in Santa Cruz with its insane rent prices anymore, this sounds like a pretty good opportunity to write for a paper and kind of get some work in - whether it be for future job prospects or for grad school. Additionally, I'd be getting help from Frans' wife, Christine, who just so happens to write for National Geographic. Pretty damned good credentials. However, slaving away at a job and having to come up with first and last month rent, a security deposit, and going from zero to sixty all in one go doesn't exactly seem like a fun time and the prospect of moving back home and getting enough money saved to comfortably move into downtown SD sounded a lot more inviting. But it doesn't end here...
Apparently, since Audra knew I'd be divided on this issue, she voiced her concerns to Frans and Chris and they offered to supplement our rent. Honestly, there is no excuse I could possibly come up with that would even come close to getting out of this. Supplemented rent? A Job offer at a newspaper that could eventually lead me to the San Jose Mercury (much greater distribution than the San Diego UT)? Aid from a well-known National Geographic journalist? I can't really deny all of those things in good conscience. Either way, while I was planning to move back home to SD on July 1st, if I'm able to get this job and live in SC at a reasonable price I might have to change my plans...and find a MUCH better place to live than an Arthur Fischer shit shanty.