... And, this is the way I bitch.
I've kept quiet about my general happenings for the past few months... Trying to avoid more drama than needed.
....
I'm just at my wit's end with all this.
*ahem*
Roommates. Been threatening to kick Tara out for bullshit selfish reasons for a couple months now.
No matter what I did, I couldn't placate all of them. The stuff I could not change, they said was my fault for not changing it. The things I tried to change and could have to facilitate one, another would complain about.
Now, in their own roundabout way, they're threatening her. Animal control and all that. I have two days.
See, I could take legal recourse, and they'd be bit in the ass seriously from various angles if they did....
But, it would require calling their bluff, to take the risk of them calling animal control on her, and they know I value her too much to even risk it.
So, now I get to spend a few hundred every month on kennel costs while still stuck living with three people I'd gladly see keel over from terminal illness.
Her crimes? Eating 'people' food left out for hours, sometimes days where she can reach. Always left out by them. A couple times, one of them admits, intentionally.
Getting into trash bags left in the living room for days, even weeks, eventually....
You know, being a dog.
Everything else was either exaggerated or just fucking made up. Glaringly so.
They now claim nobody ever agreed to let her stay here. Which they know is bullshit. I'm sure they just didn't notice the 80lb dog living here for a year before they suddenly had issue. I don't know who they're trying to convince other than their selves.
The cats have done more damage to this place than she has, specifically to my shit.
But no, she's the problem.
I can't even pay rent anymore because of this bullshit.
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Oh, right. Instead of taking that kick-ass rickshaw job, I had to go back to Sonic when they started threatening this shit, I kinda, well, had to....
... Obviously not fast enough though, as I'm rather broke still...
... That job was a pipe dream anyways. Meh.
But guess what!! On the plus side, my Sonic shut down this last week.
I had one days warning.
No frets, I'm being sent to another store... It's just going to be a indeterminate break in my already shitty pay 'til I get situated at my new location, where apparently I'm not even guaranteed hours. Which will set me back even farther.
If I can get a second job, soon, then I should be fine. Tara should only be in that damn kennel for a month or so....
...
If I didn't have the support of the handful of friends that haven't fucked me over, and who arn't self-serving, dog-hating, unhappy-with-their-own-lives-and-feel-the-need-to-project-their problems-onto-others douchebags, I don't know how I'd be able to cope with this shit.
You guys, you're my life. One of ya? Right up there with Tara.
This'll all be fine. It'll all work out.
Just, motherfucker, I needed to get that out.
....
I'm just at my wit's end with all this.
*ahem*
Roommates. Been threatening to kick Tara out for bullshit selfish reasons for a couple months now.
No matter what I did, I couldn't placate all of them. The stuff I could not change, they said was my fault for not changing it. The things I tried to change and could have to facilitate one, another would complain about.
Now, in their own roundabout way, they're threatening her. Animal control and all that. I have two days.
See, I could take legal recourse, and they'd be bit in the ass seriously from various angles if they did....
But, it would require calling their bluff, to take the risk of them calling animal control on her, and they know I value her too much to even risk it.
So, now I get to spend a few hundred every month on kennel costs while still stuck living with three people I'd gladly see keel over from terminal illness.
Her crimes? Eating 'people' food left out for hours, sometimes days where she can reach. Always left out by them. A couple times, one of them admits, intentionally.
Getting into trash bags left in the living room for days, even weeks, eventually....
You know, being a dog.
Everything else was either exaggerated or just fucking made up. Glaringly so.
They now claim nobody ever agreed to let her stay here. Which they know is bullshit. I'm sure they just didn't notice the 80lb dog living here for a year before they suddenly had issue. I don't know who they're trying to convince other than their selves.
The cats have done more damage to this place than she has, specifically to my shit.
But no, she's the problem.
I can't even pay rent anymore because of this bullshit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, right. Instead of taking that kick-ass rickshaw job, I had to go back to Sonic when they started threatening this shit, I kinda, well, had to....
... Obviously not fast enough though, as I'm rather broke still...
... That job was a pipe dream anyways. Meh.
But guess what!! On the plus side, my Sonic shut down this last week.
I had one days warning.
No frets, I'm being sent to another store... It's just going to be a indeterminate break in my already shitty pay 'til I get situated at my new location, where apparently I'm not even guaranteed hours. Which will set me back even farther.
If I can get a second job, soon, then I should be fine. Tara should only be in that damn kennel for a month or so....
...
If I didn't have the support of the handful of friends that haven't fucked me over, and who arn't self-serving, dog-hating, unhappy-with-their-own-lives-and-feel-the-need-to-project-their problems-onto-others douchebags, I don't know how I'd be able to cope with this shit.
You guys, you're my life. One of ya? Right up there with Tara.
This'll all be fine. It'll all work out.
Just, motherfucker, I needed to get that out.