.......... Why?
You know.... I don't understand how things can deviate so fast.
When I moved, I broke one of the two cardinal rules I set myself.
1 - I cannot move without having a place to live.
2 - I cannot move without having a set job.
Bet you all can't guess which rule I broke? When I moved I did not had a job set up at all. I wasn't honestly thinking of what I'd do for employment when I moved. I just figured I'd pick something up really fast and be good. That's not been the case. In fact, I've been struggling for the past month, especially with a lack of funds. I thought I had enough monies to handle what would be for a month... maybe two if I stretched things out. That didn't happen. As it went, the more I tried to save, the more things either went wrong or I was careless. Namely the two trips I made to where I was moving into and spending money that shouldn't have been spent. Then with the radiator in my car busting, and me having to replace that. Money spent carelessly, or needed, here and there. At least between the three events that would have been another $500 that I would have had towards moving.
So yeah, that all went out the window. OK, no big deal I thought. I'd have a job really fast and would be good to go. That did not happen. It's been a month and I'm only just now about to be re-employed. It took a month of searching through places that were not hiring for cooks. I even threw my application in at McDonalds, of which I still need to place a phone call to on Monday.
This saga continues. Today I decided to make a call to my place of former employment, Friday's. I just called, wanting to shoot the breeze with folks, see how they were doing. Was just curious to see what all I had missed since I had left. I promised these people, people I liked, some form of communication, and not having a job had hindered that in the fact I didn't want to explain that my sear had provided no employment. No big deal I thought. I finally had something coming my way. It seemed good. Well while talking to them, it came to my attention that the GM of the HMS Host division for the airport had put in his two weeks. As it stood, my former GM, the one over the Friday's I worked for, was in line potentially for the position. She wants it. More than likely she'll be the one to get it, despite there being other applications from other candidates outside.
Now I say she'll more than likely get this position due to the fact that when he's not around, she's the one running the show. That's just what she does. She's the most certified, outside of another restaurant manager for Varsity, but apparently he does not want the headache. Getting back to the story at hand... she's probably going to be taking this position. This leaves a vacancy within the restaurant, potentially, that I worked for. Now when I was talking to my former comrades, I was told to get in touch with the GM. She had apparently told my sister that she wanted me to get in touch with her, to maybe offer me a manager's position within the company. Now I called her. Unfortunately I got her voice mail, asked her to call me back if possible. I didn't receive a call today, which means I'll have to attempt her number again tomorrow. If no luck then, I'll just call Fridays on Monday when she's in, working.
So this wasn't any big deal. I've been dicked around once before about a promotion like this, there, and things didn't pan out. It's part of why I moved.
OK, fast forward to a week ago. The human of the group, the leaseholder, tells everyone he's moving somewhere towards the middle of next month. No big deal. I'd for sure have a job by then, income, bills would be paid between the three of us here. OK, it comes to our attention by one of the roomie's sister that this person is moving NEXT SATURDAY. One week. One week. I cannot stress this enough. That's ONE WEEK. He told us a month and a half, and he's already ditching next week.
The interactions I've had with this fellow are few and far between. It's enough for me to understand that this person is not the best person. He's apparently manipulative and very spiteful. He only does things to benefit his self. He does not seem to care about the rest of the apartment or their, our, needs. He's also crazy. Case in point. Before I moved in, the two other guys here didn't really do the dishes on a regular basis. He had an 'apartment meeting' one day to discuss the dishes, stating he needed half of the sink to his self, preferably the side with the disposal unit.
Never mind the fact this guy attempts to micromanage the apartment as if it were a business. He has everything in his name. He would not allow for anyone else to share in the responsibility as such. No signing on the lease, no signing on the bills. Nothing. In fact, his 'ideal' way of taking care of such matters is that he takes all the bills to his room. He 'pays' for everything his self, out of his pocket, then goes in and divides the bills amongst the room mates. Now I probably wouldn't have a problem if I trusted him. Maybe. That's not likely though, as the numbers I've seen him post up twice have been incorrect, not to mention what he's posted before in the previous months have apparently held errors, as told by one of the room mates. The problem I see with this is the fact that he does not take all the bills down in one group for the month. No one sits down and discuses what's going on. He takes them and makes the numbers up his self without anyone else's thoughts into it. He does not post the bills in a communal area where everyone in the apartment can see what exactly is being paid.
I don't know about you all, but to me that speaks of peculiar activities. To me, the thought of him skimming money from the top is very real. He could easily manipulate the numbers so that he's paying very little and scraping money off what the rest of us are paying. One room mate and myself had to tell the third that he has been paying a third of the bills since I've moved, instead of only the half that he thought he was. (He's paying for his self and his partner while the partner's looking for a job, hence the two-thirds or half.) We had to make that clear to him that he was paying the two-thirds rent and utilities, that my numbers were still not being figured in. He had a 'different' equation for mine while I was still unemployed.
Now when I first moved in, I gave this man one hundred dollars. I asked this afternoon, only because it hit me, if he had received any of that. He had not. This guy completely pocketed the hundred I gave towards my half-month's rent and utilities. I don't think he fully understands that we are not totally oblivious to his wrong-doings. People do have watchful eyes, even if they have the tendency to turn the other cheek.
Well now he's pulled this number on us, LYING to us about him being a month or so out from moving when in fact he's only a week away. One week. Seven days. This has put a bind on us in the apartment. It's now being forced for us to either sign the lease or move out. Now... granted, it would be better for us to just bail and leave him stranded here in the apartment, high and dry. He's already said he's under financial difficulties for whatever reason, so I do not see how he could pull his self out of the situation, though I've heard he's got rich parents.
And I do not intend to pay him anything, now that he's leaving so fast, in this fashion. If he had kept to what he told the three of us sharing the apartment, that he was staying till November, like he promised, I would give him the money. I would not have a problem. It's that he's lied to us about what's going on, that he's moving in a week. Plainly, if he asks for money from me, my answer is 'Fuck off.' I do not like this man. I do not. I do not have any good feelings for him, nor anything neutral. This is entirely pure anger and rage towards his attitude and actions, the way he talks and the way he looks down upon others. Quite honestly, if I could punch the man's mouth, I would, without hesitation. And if he does wish to converse about this, he will know my opinions. I will not just let things pass. I will not start things, but if he wants to say something first, then he allows the flood gates to open. His actions make me irate, irritated, hateful.
This creates us our own problems now. To sign the lease and let him out, or to go somewhere else and fuck him over. I just moved, I have no money to move again, not unless I beg my family for some. I honestly do not want to move. I do not want to be alone. I would move if that's what was required of me. If I had no choice what so ever. I will be employed, however, on Monday, be it through Chili's, or Friday's, or McDonald's. I will have money to keep up my payments for the apartment. I told them to resign the lease.
However, if I get the job in Tulsa, again, as a manager, I would be forced to commute, and eventually move back into the city where I've no one to do anything with. The pay would be great, the opportunities tremendous, but I would be lonely. There's no getting around that. I'm just at a loss as to what to do. I want the job, but I don't know if I could handle the driving back and forth, or staying with my Mom the bulk of the week, then driving back to Edmond for the weekends, to where all my stuff is. Unfortunately they are now left sitting, waiting for me to come back with an answer that I might not be able to get immediately. That will be quite the problem.
I don't think... I'm not entirely sure.... it's hard to say.... it's hard to say what's going to happen. The beginning hinges on a phone call with my former employer, to get things going. I don't want to be dicked around again like I was before I moved. That will not work. I cannot work like that.
It's just a very trying time right now and I'm just not in my head to really think about it. Maybe after my sleep tonight, and hopefully talking with my former employer in the morning, things will look a little better. Maybe, I hope.
I hope, I hope, I hope...
When I moved, I broke one of the two cardinal rules I set myself.
1 - I cannot move without having a place to live.
2 - I cannot move without having a set job.
Bet you all can't guess which rule I broke? When I moved I did not had a job set up at all. I wasn't honestly thinking of what I'd do for employment when I moved. I just figured I'd pick something up really fast and be good. That's not been the case. In fact, I've been struggling for the past month, especially with a lack of funds. I thought I had enough monies to handle what would be for a month... maybe two if I stretched things out. That didn't happen. As it went, the more I tried to save, the more things either went wrong or I was careless. Namely the two trips I made to where I was moving into and spending money that shouldn't have been spent. Then with the radiator in my car busting, and me having to replace that. Money spent carelessly, or needed, here and there. At least between the three events that would have been another $500 that I would have had towards moving.
So yeah, that all went out the window. OK, no big deal I thought. I'd have a job really fast and would be good to go. That did not happen. It's been a month and I'm only just now about to be re-employed. It took a month of searching through places that were not hiring for cooks. I even threw my application in at McDonalds, of which I still need to place a phone call to on Monday.
This saga continues. Today I decided to make a call to my place of former employment, Friday's. I just called, wanting to shoot the breeze with folks, see how they were doing. Was just curious to see what all I had missed since I had left. I promised these people, people I liked, some form of communication, and not having a job had hindered that in the fact I didn't want to explain that my sear had provided no employment. No big deal I thought. I finally had something coming my way. It seemed good. Well while talking to them, it came to my attention that the GM of the HMS Host division for the airport had put in his two weeks. As it stood, my former GM, the one over the Friday's I worked for, was in line potentially for the position. She wants it. More than likely she'll be the one to get it, despite there being other applications from other candidates outside.
Now I say she'll more than likely get this position due to the fact that when he's not around, she's the one running the show. That's just what she does. She's the most certified, outside of another restaurant manager for Varsity, but apparently he does not want the headache. Getting back to the story at hand... she's probably going to be taking this position. This leaves a vacancy within the restaurant, potentially, that I worked for. Now when I was talking to my former comrades, I was told to get in touch with the GM. She had apparently told my sister that she wanted me to get in touch with her, to maybe offer me a manager's position within the company. Now I called her. Unfortunately I got her voice mail, asked her to call me back if possible. I didn't receive a call today, which means I'll have to attempt her number again tomorrow. If no luck then, I'll just call Fridays on Monday when she's in, working.
So this wasn't any big deal. I've been dicked around once before about a promotion like this, there, and things didn't pan out. It's part of why I moved.
OK, fast forward to a week ago. The human of the group, the leaseholder, tells everyone he's moving somewhere towards the middle of next month. No big deal. I'd for sure have a job by then, income, bills would be paid between the three of us here. OK, it comes to our attention by one of the roomie's sister that this person is moving NEXT SATURDAY. One week. One week. I cannot stress this enough. That's ONE WEEK. He told us a month and a half, and he's already ditching next week.
The interactions I've had with this fellow are few and far between. It's enough for me to understand that this person is not the best person. He's apparently manipulative and very spiteful. He only does things to benefit his self. He does not seem to care about the rest of the apartment or their, our, needs. He's also crazy. Case in point. Before I moved in, the two other guys here didn't really do the dishes on a regular basis. He had an 'apartment meeting' one day to discuss the dishes, stating he needed half of the sink to his self, preferably the side with the disposal unit.
Never mind the fact this guy attempts to micromanage the apartment as if it were a business. He has everything in his name. He would not allow for anyone else to share in the responsibility as such. No signing on the lease, no signing on the bills. Nothing. In fact, his 'ideal' way of taking care of such matters is that he takes all the bills to his room. He 'pays' for everything his self, out of his pocket, then goes in and divides the bills amongst the room mates. Now I probably wouldn't have a problem if I trusted him. Maybe. That's not likely though, as the numbers I've seen him post up twice have been incorrect, not to mention what he's posted before in the previous months have apparently held errors, as told by one of the room mates. The problem I see with this is the fact that he does not take all the bills down in one group for the month. No one sits down and discuses what's going on. He takes them and makes the numbers up his self without anyone else's thoughts into it. He does not post the bills in a communal area where everyone in the apartment can see what exactly is being paid.
I don't know about you all, but to me that speaks of peculiar activities. To me, the thought of him skimming money from the top is very real. He could easily manipulate the numbers so that he's paying very little and scraping money off what the rest of us are paying. One room mate and myself had to tell the third that he has been paying a third of the bills since I've moved, instead of only the half that he thought he was. (He's paying for his self and his partner while the partner's looking for a job, hence the two-thirds or half.) We had to make that clear to him that he was paying the two-thirds rent and utilities, that my numbers were still not being figured in. He had a 'different' equation for mine while I was still unemployed.
Now when I first moved in, I gave this man one hundred dollars. I asked this afternoon, only because it hit me, if he had received any of that. He had not. This guy completely pocketed the hundred I gave towards my half-month's rent and utilities. I don't think he fully understands that we are not totally oblivious to his wrong-doings. People do have watchful eyes, even if they have the tendency to turn the other cheek.
Well now he's pulled this number on us, LYING to us about him being a month or so out from moving when in fact he's only a week away. One week. Seven days. This has put a bind on us in the apartment. It's now being forced for us to either sign the lease or move out. Now... granted, it would be better for us to just bail and leave him stranded here in the apartment, high and dry. He's already said he's under financial difficulties for whatever reason, so I do not see how he could pull his self out of the situation, though I've heard he's got rich parents.
And I do not intend to pay him anything, now that he's leaving so fast, in this fashion. If he had kept to what he told the three of us sharing the apartment, that he was staying till November, like he promised, I would give him the money. I would not have a problem. It's that he's lied to us about what's going on, that he's moving in a week. Plainly, if he asks for money from me, my answer is 'Fuck off.' I do not like this man. I do not. I do not have any good feelings for him, nor anything neutral. This is entirely pure anger and rage towards his attitude and actions, the way he talks and the way he looks down upon others. Quite honestly, if I could punch the man's mouth, I would, without hesitation. And if he does wish to converse about this, he will know my opinions. I will not just let things pass. I will not start things, but if he wants to say something first, then he allows the flood gates to open. His actions make me irate, irritated, hateful.
This creates us our own problems now. To sign the lease and let him out, or to go somewhere else and fuck him over. I just moved, I have no money to move again, not unless I beg my family for some. I honestly do not want to move. I do not want to be alone. I would move if that's what was required of me. If I had no choice what so ever. I will be employed, however, on Monday, be it through Chili's, or Friday's, or McDonald's. I will have money to keep up my payments for the apartment. I told them to resign the lease.
However, if I get the job in Tulsa, again, as a manager, I would be forced to commute, and eventually move back into the city where I've no one to do anything with. The pay would be great, the opportunities tremendous, but I would be lonely. There's no getting around that. I'm just at a loss as to what to do. I want the job, but I don't know if I could handle the driving back and forth, or staying with my Mom the bulk of the week, then driving back to Edmond for the weekends, to where all my stuff is. Unfortunately they are now left sitting, waiting for me to come back with an answer that I might not be able to get immediately. That will be quite the problem.
I don't think... I'm not entirely sure.... it's hard to say.... it's hard to say what's going to happen. The beginning hinges on a phone call with my former employer, to get things going. I don't want to be dicked around again like I was before I moved. That will not work. I cannot work like that.
It's just a very trying time right now and I'm just not in my head to really think about it. Maybe after my sleep tonight, and hopefully talking with my former employer in the morning, things will look a little better. Maybe, I hope.
I hope, I hope, I hope...