*deep breath* 10 more days... just 10 more days...
I've been out of work now for two weeks. In that time, I have managed to accomplish quite a lot, actually. My brain keeps trying to tell me that I'm leaving *next* tuesday, but no, I have all next week still, followed by another weekend and a spare day. So my goal this weekend, amidst all the social activities I had/have planned, was to get the last of my belongings listed, so that I could try to sell them - see, I'm hoping to time the sale of my bed/mattress such that I can still use them up until a lot closer to when I leave. Because, while I will do it for a few days if it means I can get another couple hundred dollars out of them, I'd rather not sleep on the *floor* until tuesday after next.
That said, have a baffling conversation with my landlady (aren't they all, though? Well, this one was a little extra baffling):
So, earlier in the week, Brenda asked me what I was selling my desk for, and I told her I wanted $100 for it. She took a look at it, and decided that she wanted to buy it - she said she thought it fit the space well and figured she'd put a little two-seat couch *here* and set up a TV *there* and etc etc, okay. So, fine. If she buys it, that means one less thing to have someone else come haul away. But she said she wouldn't be able to pay me until saturday, which is fine - I understand needing to budget and wait for paydays and whatnot. Also, I figured - saturday would still give me enough time to get the thing listed on craigslist if she decided to back out or pull something.
And I had a suspicion she *would*, I just didn't know what form her bullshit was going to take this time. I should just not bother trying to guess, I think, because wtf. Well, anyway, today's saturday, and she hasn't been home for a lot of the day, so I decided to give her a little time to come to me on her own. But it was about 6pm and I happened to be in the kitchen anyway, getting my dinner, so I ducked around to her office and to just check in.
Here's how that conversation went:
Me: Oh hey, were you going to be able to pay me for that desk today?
Her: Well, the short answer is, no. The long answer is... I don't want to pay you for it until I see that that bed in there and the mattress and everything is gone, because uh, I just don't want to have to deal with it, so yeah.
Me: *kind of dumbfounded* Well, those things are *going* to be gone before I leave.
Her: Okay, but I still, I just... you know, they're just too heavy for me and so I don't want to, you know, until they're gone, you know...
Me: All right, well, like I said, they're going to be gone one way or another, you're not going to have to deal with them, but if you aren't going to be able to pay me for the desk, then I need to know so that I can have time to get it listed and get it sold.
Her: Well I'm going to pay you for it, I just don't want to until the bed is gone.
Okay, that might not be a verbatim, but it's pretty darn close. Because, of course, that is how ALL of my conversations with the crazy lady go - they're circular, they make no sense, I put my foot down and try to make myself clear and she just repeats herself like it's somehow going to change my mind.
Seriously? Does she think that she's somehow going to trick me into *giving* her the desk? That if she doesn't pay me for it, that I'm just going to leave it here and trust her to pay me within that small window of time between selling it and leaving? I kind of get the idea that she feels like she can manipulate me into leaving it behind in hopes of being paid and just... not paying me.
Well, screw that. Screw you, crazy bitch. I *will* give the damn desk away rather than leave it behind for your moneygrubbing crazy ass if you don't pay me for it - until she pays me for it, it still belongs to me, and I can do with it what I please. And it would not please me at all to think that her manipulative bullshit would be rewarded, or to think of it being left here to rot in this stinkhole if I'm not getting anything out of it. I'd rather donate it to a nice family. I'll walk over to the goodwill and see if they'll come around the corner and do a pickup, or see if I can borrow a flat cart, or *something*.
Essentially - we had an agreement. Our agreement was that I would hold the desk for her until saturday, at which point she would pay me for it. She has not paid me for it, so I am no longer obligated to hold it for her. I will be cleaning it off and posting it on craigslist at my earliest convenience, and if someone else buys it and wants to take it away, then too bad for her.
Other than that little incident, the weekend has been pretty fantastic so far. I've been struggling with my sleep schedule but if I can weather a few more hours tonight and get to bed on time, then I should be back to pretty well normal tomorrow.
Yesterday, I spent the day with Micah and Melanie - they came up early early from Portland, along with their miniature Australian Shepherd, Tuck. He is ADORABLE. But he's a shy little guy, so at first he wouldn't have anything to do with me, and then once he warmed up to me, he would jump into my arms at these little things XD It was adorbs.
We spent most of the day downtown - had breakfast at La Creperie Voila, by the convention center, and then walked down to Pike's Place. I showed them the gum wall, and we wandered around a bit, then decided to walk down to the ferris wheel and take a ride. Melanie took lots of pictures, we did silly poses and took turns taking pictures of each other. The ferris wheel attendant told us that we'd go around three times but it ended up being more like five, which was fine for the price of the tickets. XD
Once done with the ferris wheel, we wandered in a few more shops on the way back, and Melanie got a Hard Rock hurricane cup for her mother, who collects them, and then we visited Tuck in the car before heading down to the Seattle Center, so we could go up to the top of the Space Needle. The lines were long and slow, and there wasn't really a lot up there, but it was okay. We spent much of the time comparing Space Needle vs Stratosphere.
After that was done, we headed back (we took the monorail each way, which was fun too) and hit the Cheesecake Factory for a nice slow lunch, and just talked and took our time before heading back to my place. They took some stuff for me - my cedar chest, my saxophone, a box of yearbooks/journals, and some stuff that belongs to mom to give back to her - and there were hugs all around. My room feels a lot emptier, between the stuff they took yesterday and Jonathan taking Alex's big bean bag on thursday. He treated me to dinner at Pen Thai, too, which was very nommy. :D
Aaaaand tomorrow is Wicked! :D Erin's picking me up at 11 and we will have lunch at Blue C before the show. Very excited. ^_^ And quite glad that the sore throat I had last night didn't turn into real sick today, as I was afraid it would. >.> Did nooooot want to be sick for the show and have to miss it or cough through it or whatever. XD
Now, back to work selling everything I own!
That said, have a baffling conversation with my landlady (aren't they all, though? Well, this one was a little extra baffling):
So, earlier in the week, Brenda asked me what I was selling my desk for, and I told her I wanted $100 for it. She took a look at it, and decided that she wanted to buy it - she said she thought it fit the space well and figured she'd put a little two-seat couch *here* and set up a TV *there* and etc etc, okay. So, fine. If she buys it, that means one less thing to have someone else come haul away. But she said she wouldn't be able to pay me until saturday, which is fine - I understand needing to budget and wait for paydays and whatnot. Also, I figured - saturday would still give me enough time to get the thing listed on craigslist if she decided to back out or pull something.
And I had a suspicion she *would*, I just didn't know what form her bullshit was going to take this time. I should just not bother trying to guess, I think, because wtf. Well, anyway, today's saturday, and she hasn't been home for a lot of the day, so I decided to give her a little time to come to me on her own. But it was about 6pm and I happened to be in the kitchen anyway, getting my dinner, so I ducked around to her office and to just check in.
Here's how that conversation went:
Me: Oh hey, were you going to be able to pay me for that desk today?
Her: Well, the short answer is, no. The long answer is... I don't want to pay you for it until I see that that bed in there and the mattress and everything is gone, because uh, I just don't want to have to deal with it, so yeah.
Me: *kind of dumbfounded* Well, those things are *going* to be gone before I leave.
Her: Okay, but I still, I just... you know, they're just too heavy for me and so I don't want to, you know, until they're gone, you know...
Me: All right, well, like I said, they're going to be gone one way or another, you're not going to have to deal with them, but if you aren't going to be able to pay me for the desk, then I need to know so that I can have time to get it listed and get it sold.
Her: Well I'm going to pay you for it, I just don't want to until the bed is gone.
Okay, that might not be a verbatim, but it's pretty darn close. Because, of course, that is how ALL of my conversations with the crazy lady go - they're circular, they make no sense, I put my foot down and try to make myself clear and she just repeats herself like it's somehow going to change my mind.
Seriously? Does she think that she's somehow going to trick me into *giving* her the desk? That if she doesn't pay me for it, that I'm just going to leave it here and trust her to pay me within that small window of time between selling it and leaving? I kind of get the idea that she feels like she can manipulate me into leaving it behind in hopes of being paid and just... not paying me.
Well, screw that. Screw you, crazy bitch. I *will* give the damn desk away rather than leave it behind for your moneygrubbing crazy ass if you don't pay me for it - until she pays me for it, it still belongs to me, and I can do with it what I please. And it would not please me at all to think that her manipulative bullshit would be rewarded, or to think of it being left here to rot in this stinkhole if I'm not getting anything out of it. I'd rather donate it to a nice family. I'll walk over to the goodwill and see if they'll come around the corner and do a pickup, or see if I can borrow a flat cart, or *something*.
Essentially - we had an agreement. Our agreement was that I would hold the desk for her until saturday, at which point she would pay me for it. She has not paid me for it, so I am no longer obligated to hold it for her. I will be cleaning it off and posting it on craigslist at my earliest convenience, and if someone else buys it and wants to take it away, then too bad for her.
Other than that little incident, the weekend has been pretty fantastic so far. I've been struggling with my sleep schedule but if I can weather a few more hours tonight and get to bed on time, then I should be back to pretty well normal tomorrow.
Yesterday, I spent the day with Micah and Melanie - they came up early early from Portland, along with their miniature Australian Shepherd, Tuck. He is ADORABLE. But he's a shy little guy, so at first he wouldn't have anything to do with me, and then once he warmed up to me, he would jump into my arms at these little things XD It was adorbs.
We spent most of the day downtown - had breakfast at La Creperie Voila, by the convention center, and then walked down to Pike's Place. I showed them the gum wall, and we wandered around a bit, then decided to walk down to the ferris wheel and take a ride. Melanie took lots of pictures, we did silly poses and took turns taking pictures of each other. The ferris wheel attendant told us that we'd go around three times but it ended up being more like five, which was fine for the price of the tickets. XD
Once done with the ferris wheel, we wandered in a few more shops on the way back, and Melanie got a Hard Rock hurricane cup for her mother, who collects them, and then we visited Tuck in the car before heading down to the Seattle Center, so we could go up to the top of the Space Needle. The lines were long and slow, and there wasn't really a lot up there, but it was okay. We spent much of the time comparing Space Needle vs Stratosphere.
After that was done, we headed back (we took the monorail each way, which was fun too) and hit the Cheesecake Factory for a nice slow lunch, and just talked and took our time before heading back to my place. They took some stuff for me - my cedar chest, my saxophone, a box of yearbooks/journals, and some stuff that belongs to mom to give back to her - and there were hugs all around. My room feels a lot emptier, between the stuff they took yesterday and Jonathan taking Alex's big bean bag on thursday. He treated me to dinner at Pen Thai, too, which was very nommy. :D
Aaaaand tomorrow is Wicked! :D Erin's picking me up at 11 and we will have lunch at Blue C before the show. Very excited. ^_^ And quite glad that the sore throat I had last night didn't turn into real sick today, as I was afraid it would. >.> Did nooooot want to be sick for the show and have to miss it or cough through it or whatever. XD
Now, back to work selling everything I own!