The comedy is over.
Yeah, so I ripped off Beethoven's dying words... but it seemed appropriate, somehow, when I was trying to think of a title for this post.
Most everyone who knows me, knows about most of the current drama involving Will. It's pretty much over now, but I'm still pretty pissed about how it all went down... and I'm extremely disappointed about the whole thing, and kind of mad at myself... but, enough about that.
As most everyone knows, Will had been living with us since last summer, pretty much. Erick and I thought we knew him pretty well, he seemed to have goals that were compatible with ours, and he was a part of Rabid Badger, like us - and we both had a lot of affection for him. He had been having trouble paying his commuting costs (he was living with his mother outside of Sauk City and driving to work in Madison every day), and we knew he wasn't happy living there, as he seemed to conflict often with his soon-to-be stepfather. Erick and I decided that, since we were in the position to do so, we'd let him stay with us so that he could save money, and get out of a potentially toxic situation with his step-parent to be. We never asked him for any money; and, he couldn't have afforded to pay much anyway, since he literally didn't have enough money to eat at the time. (We learned over time that he's not all that good at handling money or making financial decisions - but more on that later.)
We rented a house in August. Before we decided to do so, we had a talk with Will, where we asked him about his ability to contribute to household expenses. We (that is, all of us) agreed that he would pay slightly less than 1/4 of the rent (since that was all he could afford at the time), and we'd pick up the rest, with the understanding that he would contribute a bit more to utility costs, etc. when he was able. We (Erick and I, that is) were happy that we were doing well enough to be able to help a friend out when he was in need. In addition, I spent a considerable amount of time designing/editing Will's resume for him, helping him fill out job applications, and looking for a better-paying job for him. It irritated me at times how much he seemed to need my help, and how he expected me to just drop everything I was doing and help him every time some little issue came up, but I helped him anyway. He was really trying to better himself, and I acknowledged that.
He quit a temp job that had offered him a permanent position to take a job that paid only sightly more than minimum wage, because it was one of those "Earn up to $20/hour!" scam businesses, and he got swept away by the $20 figure and assumed that's what he'd be making. He became irritated with me when I pointed out that this might be a scam and he should be careful.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to the readers that he was late paying his first month's rent.
Not only was he late paying his first month's rent, but he was late paying rent for every month thereafter for as long as he lived with us, except once. (More on that later.) Thus, the myriad of problems began...
To be continued, whether you want it or not!
Most everyone who knows me, knows about most of the current drama involving Will. It's pretty much over now, but I'm still pretty pissed about how it all went down... and I'm extremely disappointed about the whole thing, and kind of mad at myself... but, enough about that.
As most everyone knows, Will had been living with us since last summer, pretty much. Erick and I thought we knew him pretty well, he seemed to have goals that were compatible with ours, and he was a part of Rabid Badger, like us - and we both had a lot of affection for him. He had been having trouble paying his commuting costs (he was living with his mother outside of Sauk City and driving to work in Madison every day), and we knew he wasn't happy living there, as he seemed to conflict often with his soon-to-be stepfather. Erick and I decided that, since we were in the position to do so, we'd let him stay with us so that he could save money, and get out of a potentially toxic situation with his step-parent to be. We never asked him for any money; and, he couldn't have afforded to pay much anyway, since he literally didn't have enough money to eat at the time. (We learned over time that he's not all that good at handling money or making financial decisions - but more on that later.)
We rented a house in August. Before we decided to do so, we had a talk with Will, where we asked him about his ability to contribute to household expenses. We (that is, all of us) agreed that he would pay slightly less than 1/4 of the rent (since that was all he could afford at the time), and we'd pick up the rest, with the understanding that he would contribute a bit more to utility costs, etc. when he was able. We (Erick and I, that is) were happy that we were doing well enough to be able to help a friend out when he was in need. In addition, I spent a considerable amount of time designing/editing Will's resume for him, helping him fill out job applications, and looking for a better-paying job for him. It irritated me at times how much he seemed to need my help, and how he expected me to just drop everything I was doing and help him every time some little issue came up, but I helped him anyway. He was really trying to better himself, and I acknowledged that.
He quit a temp job that had offered him a permanent position to take a job that paid only sightly more than minimum wage, because it was one of those "Earn up to $20/hour!" scam businesses, and he got swept away by the $20 figure and assumed that's what he'd be making. He became irritated with me when I pointed out that this might be a scam and he should be careful.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to the readers that he was late paying his first month's rent.
Not only was he late paying his first month's rent, but he was late paying rent for every month thereafter for as long as he lived with us, except once. (More on that later.) Thus, the myriad of problems began...
To be continued, whether you want it or not!