Rollercoaster, this month! Rollercoaster, whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
(Title is a KC & The Sunshine Band reference, btw)
No, but it rly has been.
So on the night of the first, our roommate tells us we either pay 1300$/mo to continue renting this room or leave. (Yes, it's expensive out here, but you can still get studios/1brs for way less). She explicitly states that this came from the couple downstairs who own the house. Mind you, a increase of rent more than 10% legally requires a sixty-day notice. We consulted East Bay Community Law Centre, who agreed that a 62.5% increase by next month or leave is completely illegal.
So we start looking along w/a friend of my partner's who's in DC w/his fam but has been tryin to get back out here for, like, ever.
Now his credit's good. But my partner has an eviction b/c she didn't have anyone to stay with when she lost her job in the market crash. I was fortunate that I did as long as I could provide my then-friend a phone line, food and an ally against her two-faced second husband. (Last I heard she divorced him, moved to Seattle and got a job in a hotel.)
So we've been constantly getting turned down for bad credit and other things. So my partner's friend would blow up at my partner who would in turn blow up at me. This resulted in me not sleeping, having panic attacks and finally lecturing the two of them like their mother.
All the while, my room-mate who was born into a loving and well-off family and has never had serious money troubles, been out of work until now. Who went to college with her parents' support and right out of high school, has loving wealthy siblings and had two loving parents with good jobs (her mother is now dead, but her loving father's here a lot. And they've owned a house for ages), has no idea that GASP! it's not super-easy for everyone ever to have everyone begging to do business with them, and not everyone will be accepted for every anything they apply to, because some people grew up WITHOUT gobs and gobs of money. Some people grew up WITHOUT a shiny, perfect la-la-land family to rely on! Who woulda thunk it??!! She is one of those people who sees me as a representation of that disease called "living in the poor world" and hates me for it. You know what I call the "poor world"? The REAL world. Can't get more real.
(I also hate how she thinks she's smarter than anyone ever. She eats everything,the worst things, all the time, hates exercise, would never do it, then tells me what I should do to get fit, then tells me she hates running. Just looking at her, it was so hard all those times to not just smile, my hand still on the door as I come back from my run in full workout gear, and say "Oh, I know". Now, I'm also overweight, but I'm doing something about it. I gained a ton of weight when my fibromyalgia and sciatic nerve problems simultaneously started and I didn't adjust my diet. I'm only now losing the weight. There's nothing wrong with sharing tips when you start out overweight and START doing something about it. But if you are round, do nothing about it, spend your entire day on your ass, and devour gobs of fried chicken and bacon while talking about hating exercise and how you would never do it, you don't have any credit to give out fitness advice.) She also loves to tell me how I'll never get into any university and I might as well just give up on having a career now because I'm too stupid, but I also don't deserve Disability because I can walk, never mind I take four medicines daily to live and I will be taking more soon because I have high blood pressure to add to my other five disorders including fibromyalgia and bipolar and I'm lucky that I'm not a vegetable b/c I was basically born drunk. But you know, it's all my fault b/c I'm stupid and I should work digging ditches and be punished for being made by fucked up addicts, rt?
Anyway, about my partner and her friend. Of course, my partner has been constantly apologising profusely and plans to take me out for a day of activities of my choice and dinner of my choice once she has money. Fair, I think.
So, two days ago (whatever ototui/ototoi in hyoujun is in English) I went to go see a place in the same neighbourhood I lived in with the then-friend mentioned above, just east of Laney College, 1 block from International Blvd. Good neighbourhood, residential, mostly Asian and Latino.
So the landlord has been trying to get this place rented out all last week. No one was interested until that day. She shows it to me and a skinny, short white guy in surfer clothes. So at first I said three people and Surfer Boy says just him and his wife. So I keep talking over him about how I want the place immediately and will pay first last and deposit tomorrow. Surfer Boy finally decides he needs a day to think, and Loud Me says I'll take it.
So we go back to her place and I do some paperwork. I also impress her by knowing what some of her things in Chinese hanging up mean more or less (Characters that mean the same in Japanese), and she tells me finally where I seen her before- at the place my partner and I spent 700$ on new glasses last year. (Mine take a week to order and are really expensive Rx). I set an appt. to come back w/the $$ the next day when she comes home from work and leave.
The next day, I show up four minutes late b/c my partner is insistent on not standing around for even 10 min. She almolst thinks we changed our minds, but informs us she ignored all calls about the place t5hat day, we go upstairs, I give her the money orders, we sign the lease and get the keys, and she tells me how excited she is to have me as her neighbour. With the part about my partner's friend, they made a deal since we had to move at a time where our only income is my Disability. We needed him to wire me the $$ for move-in cost, and I & my partner will pay rent from Sep. on until he finds a job. Whenever he comes, he comes and a place will be ready for him.
So a friend of mine offered to trade some work for some advice on Sat. and my partner's trying to get a friend w/a valid driver's licence to rent a Zipvan or something. By Monday we will be moved in and my new A.M. running route will be down International.
So I see the husband of the couple downstairs loading the car for yet another awesome weekend camping adventure. I have never been camping, and for my partner to do it now, difficulties of being trans make it a no-go, so I soak up their stories for now.
So he asks me what I'll be doing this weekend. I tell him.
He had no fucking clue about the rent hike or that we were moving. Just caught my current room-mate red-handed.
And I am back up to running 2 mi.
No, but it rly has been.
So on the night of the first, our roommate tells us we either pay 1300$/mo to continue renting this room or leave. (Yes, it's expensive out here, but you can still get studios/1brs for way less). She explicitly states that this came from the couple downstairs who own the house. Mind you, a increase of rent more than 10% legally requires a sixty-day notice. We consulted East Bay Community Law Centre, who agreed that a 62.5% increase by next month or leave is completely illegal.
So we start looking along w/a friend of my partner's who's in DC w/his fam but has been tryin to get back out here for, like, ever.
Now his credit's good. But my partner has an eviction b/c she didn't have anyone to stay with when she lost her job in the market crash. I was fortunate that I did as long as I could provide my then-friend a phone line, food and an ally against her two-faced second husband. (Last I heard she divorced him, moved to Seattle and got a job in a hotel.)
So we've been constantly getting turned down for bad credit and other things. So my partner's friend would blow up at my partner who would in turn blow up at me. This resulted in me not sleeping, having panic attacks and finally lecturing the two of them like their mother.
All the while, my room-mate who was born into a loving and well-off family and has never had serious money troubles, been out of work until now. Who went to college with her parents' support and right out of high school, has loving wealthy siblings and had two loving parents with good jobs (her mother is now dead, but her loving father's here a lot. And they've owned a house for ages), has no idea that GASP! it's not super-easy for everyone ever to have everyone begging to do business with them, and not everyone will be accepted for every anything they apply to, because some people grew up WITHOUT gobs and gobs of money. Some people grew up WITHOUT a shiny, perfect la-la-land family to rely on! Who woulda thunk it??!! She is one of those people who sees me as a representation of that disease called "living in the poor world" and hates me for it. You know what I call the "poor world"? The REAL world. Can't get more real.
(I also hate how she thinks she's smarter than anyone ever. She eats everything,the worst things, all the time, hates exercise, would never do it, then tells me what I should do to get fit, then tells me she hates running. Just looking at her, it was so hard all those times to not just smile, my hand still on the door as I come back from my run in full workout gear, and say "Oh, I know". Now, I'm also overweight, but I'm doing something about it. I gained a ton of weight when my fibromyalgia and sciatic nerve problems simultaneously started and I didn't adjust my diet. I'm only now losing the weight. There's nothing wrong with sharing tips when you start out overweight and START doing something about it. But if you are round, do nothing about it, spend your entire day on your ass, and devour gobs of fried chicken and bacon while talking about hating exercise and how you would never do it, you don't have any credit to give out fitness advice.) She also loves to tell me how I'll never get into any university and I might as well just give up on having a career now because I'm too stupid, but I also don't deserve Disability because I can walk, never mind I take four medicines daily to live and I will be taking more soon because I have high blood pressure to add to my other five disorders including fibromyalgia and bipolar and I'm lucky that I'm not a vegetable b/c I was basically born drunk. But you know, it's all my fault b/c I'm stupid and I should work digging ditches and be punished for being made by fucked up addicts, rt?
Anyway, about my partner and her friend. Of course, my partner has been constantly apologising profusely and plans to take me out for a day of activities of my choice and dinner of my choice once she has money. Fair, I think.
So, two days ago (whatever ototui/ototoi in hyoujun is in English) I went to go see a place in the same neighbourhood I lived in with the then-friend mentioned above, just east of Laney College, 1 block from International Blvd. Good neighbourhood, residential, mostly Asian and Latino.
So the landlord has been trying to get this place rented out all last week. No one was interested until that day. She shows it to me and a skinny, short white guy in surfer clothes. So at first I said three people and Surfer Boy says just him and his wife. So I keep talking over him about how I want the place immediately and will pay first last and deposit tomorrow. Surfer Boy finally decides he needs a day to think, and Loud Me says I'll take it.
So we go back to her place and I do some paperwork. I also impress her by knowing what some of her things in Chinese hanging up mean more or less (Characters that mean the same in Japanese), and she tells me finally where I seen her before- at the place my partner and I spent 700$ on new glasses last year. (Mine take a week to order and are really expensive Rx). I set an appt. to come back w/the $$ the next day when she comes home from work and leave.
The next day, I show up four minutes late b/c my partner is insistent on not standing around for even 10 min. She almolst thinks we changed our minds, but informs us she ignored all calls about the place t5hat day, we go upstairs, I give her the money orders, we sign the lease and get the keys, and she tells me how excited she is to have me as her neighbour. With the part about my partner's friend, they made a deal since we had to move at a time where our only income is my Disability. We needed him to wire me the $$ for move-in cost, and I & my partner will pay rent from Sep. on until he finds a job. Whenever he comes, he comes and a place will be ready for him.
So a friend of mine offered to trade some work for some advice on Sat. and my partner's trying to get a friend w/a valid driver's licence to rent a Zipvan or something. By Monday we will be moved in and my new A.M. running route will be down International.
So I see the husband of the couple downstairs loading the car for yet another awesome weekend camping adventure. I have never been camping, and for my partner to do it now, difficulties of being trans make it a no-go, so I soak up their stories for now.
So he asks me what I'll be doing this weekend. I tell him.
He had no fucking clue about the rent hike or that we were moving. Just caught my current room-mate red-handed.
And I am back up to running 2 mi.