This whole moving business is driving me absolutely crazy! I don't remember the last time being quite this insane... Granted I had someone helping me pack/move everything AND a new lease already signed.
I have to be out of my apartment in a week, and I don't have a place to move into or a job lined up in Tulsa... In fact, I don't even know when the BF and I are moving to Tulsa.
Okay, I guess this needs a little of explaining. If you've followed my sporadic posts, you know I have been trying to move to Tulsa for quite some time now. It was just lucky that when I met the BF, he was already thinking of moving there as well. The company he works for is opening 3-6 new stores in and around Tulsa and asked him to open/run one. Unfortunately, the owners seem to be VERY unorganized.
The first store was originally scheduled to opened almost a year and a half ago. It still isn't open. Official open date is now June 6th. We'll see.
When he first asked about possible help with moving expenses, the BF was told that the company would help with the moving truck, deposits, and first month's rent (and another employee that is being moved mentioned an offer of paying a pet deposit). This would just leave us finding a house in a suitable neighborhood (if you know anything about the Tulsa area, you know much of the actual city is getting pretty rough in terms of the inhabitants). I found us a PERFECT house--3 bedroom, walk-in closets, big backyard with a firepit, fireplace, gas stove in a huge kitchen (limited cabinet space, but moveable shelving can fix that), indoor/outdoor pets allowed, and the realtor loved me. It was 5-10 minutes (depending on traffic) from where he is to start working, with a movie theatre, shopping, mall, hospital, and great restaurants in close proximity. Near the Muskogee Turnpike and 412, so getting to both my parents' house and Meme's wouldn't be difficult. Like I said, perfect.
The last few weeks, he's been getting the run-around when it comes to getting all the assistance finalized.
Enter yesterday....
He finally gets a hold of the majority owner of the company who is in charge of all the financial aspects... Said owner offers to only help pay half of the moving truck costs... This is after he offered the previous offer to the other employee they are moving to the stores (said employee had already paid all the costs themselves). His reasoning? The BF seemed set on the idea of moving to Tulsa before they offered him a store.
Wait... What??? He had entertained the idea of moving somewhere, but never told his employers. When offered the chance to run a store, he jumped at it.
How is it that you offer one employee full assistance but won't offer the same or even close to it to someone who has jumped at every chance they have been given for more responsibility? You fire the GM and instead of bringing someone in, you have him take on more without a raise. Yet they aren't valuable enough to pay for them to move to open your new store? Another fact, the other employee is female. One can make the strong argument of sexist policies with this.
I'm just so frustrated...
The BF has a two-step idea to get things paid for: letter, then get his sister involved (apparently she has quite a bit of experience in this sort of situation, I'm not sure what she even does). I have a three-step idea: his two, and if neither of those work, let me talk to them. I can be pretty convincing if need be. Now if you're wondering what I mean by a "letter", it's pretty simple: voice his concerns about what his pay will be, which store will be his, what official policies are for the above situation, etc, ending with a phrase similar to "I look forward to the opportunity to grow with this company and take on more responsibility in the hopes of moving up, however, I must also consider what is best for me financially, career-wise, and for my personal well-being as time goes on." I think that gets the point across that he wants to stay with them, but is willing to look elsewhere if they continue to screw him over. I told him to start hinting to his coworkers about other job prospects without saying anything specific. I know at least one person will run to the owners. While he can't say he's looking for another job outright without jeopardizing his current position, he can make them think there is a possibility of losing someone they couldn't have been without the last few months.
To top all of this, my last day at my current job is tomorrow... I have a few prospects for jobs if we'll be here for a few more weeks, one temp job and one part to full-time job. I may just take both if I get the nod. Gotta save up the monies if we're going to have to pay for everything ourselves... And without rent to worry about that shouldn't take too long.
I don't have my kiddos at the moment either... Sugar (my cat) is at a friend's house (got caught with her and she isn't on my lease... oops...). Tank is at mom and dad's. I hate not having them. They make me so happy, even when they are being difficult. They cuddle when I need it and give me something to do when I need to get my mind off things. I can see Sugar whenever I want, Tank is more difficult seeing as how he is nearly 3 hours away. Can't wait to get them back. Another reason we need to get this all figured out soon.
Maybe I'm overreacting... I don't feel like I am.
Does anyone have any advice or thoughts? I'm basically at a loss...
Ugh...
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Thursday, July 5, 2012
How to Permanently Scar/Mortify a Repairman
That's right. I'm going to teach you how to keep repairmen from wanting to return to your place. Basically, how to meet new people without putting yourself out there.
Step 1: Rent an apartment where one has to walk past your bedroom window to get from the parking lot to your front door.
Step 2: Leave bedroom window cracked open all the time. This way you can hear what your neighbors are arguing about outside and know when people arrive.
Step 3: Call in a work order for your bathtub to your landlord or rental agency.
Step 4: Have loud early afternoon sex, since usually repairmen show up at your place at 8am (fuckers, don't they know people like to sleep?!?!?!).
Step 5: When someone knocks on your front door interrupting your afternoon delight, answer in only a towel (have look on your face like actually I want to finish what I know you heard me doing).
Step 6: Tell repairman that yes you were just about to shower, so yes they are inconveniencing you.
Step 7: Allow repairman in anyway.
Step 8: When repairman leaves to get part/key/whatever they forgot, suddenly remember you left your vibrator in plain sight in the shower.
Step 9: Leave it and shower.
Step 10: When repairman returns, answer door in same towel with makeup on.
Step 11: Try to carry on a normal conversation when they try to leave after fixing your problem, knowing they know you showered and still left said vibrator in the shower.
Honestly, I felt kinda bad for the guy. When he left the first time, I sat down on the bed and realized I had left it in the shower all I could do was laugh hysterically. I figured taking it out after I know he saw it (it's kinda hard to miss that color in a white shower) would make me look ashamed, when obviously if I'm posting this on here where people I know in real life read this I'm not.
Anyone have stories like this?? Link up and share!! I know I'm not alone in crazy, embarrassing stories.
Step 1: Rent an apartment where one has to walk past your bedroom window to get from the parking lot to your front door.
Step 2: Leave bedroom window cracked open all the time. This way you can hear what your neighbors are arguing about outside and know when people arrive.
Step 3: Call in a work order for your bathtub to your landlord or rental agency.
Step 4: Have loud early afternoon sex, since usually repairmen show up at your place at 8am (fuckers, don't they know people like to sleep?!?!?!).
Step 5: When someone knocks on your front door interrupting your afternoon delight, answer in only a towel (have look on your face like actually I want to finish what I know you heard me doing).
Step 6: Tell repairman that yes you were just about to shower, so yes they are inconveniencing you.
Step 7: Allow repairman in anyway.
Step 8: When repairman leaves to get part/key/whatever they forgot, suddenly remember you left your vibrator in plain sight in the shower.
Step 9: Leave it and shower.
Step 10: When repairman returns, answer door in same towel with makeup on.
Step 11: Try to carry on a normal conversation when they try to leave after fixing your problem, knowing they know you showered and still left said vibrator in the shower.
Honestly, I felt kinda bad for the guy. When he left the first time, I sat down on the bed and realized I had left it in the shower all I could do was laugh hysterically. I figured taking it out after I know he saw it (it's kinda hard to miss that color in a white shower) would make me look ashamed, when obviously if I'm posting this on here where people I know in real life read this I'm not.
Anyone have stories like this?? Link up and share!! I know I'm not alone in crazy, embarrassing stories.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Vacay!
How was everyone's Memorial Day weekend? Any great adventures?
I had my first vacation in several years, it was great. The boyfriend and I went to the Illinois River with his friends to camp and float. I float this river every year, but I don't think I have ever camped out there. Unless you count spending a night or two in some of the cabins, but those have air conditioning and bathrooms so I really don't.
Honestly, I didn't really want to go. We had had a few disagreements over the whole idea of the trip. As crazy as I can be, I don't really feel comfortable around large groups of people I don't know if they're drinking much. Let's face it, it's the river. There will be copious amounts of alcohol consumed. Also, I can be very easily irritated when I'm drinking. I didn't want to get mad at people I didn't know for some stupid reason or get them mad at me.
I am SO glad I went, however. I've never met a better group of people in my life. And I've never had more adventures in four days than I did this last weekend.
We were supposed to have a campsite with electricity so we would have lights for beer pong and be able to plug in our speakers. When we arrived, however, we had been given one without access to electric. We talked the office into letting us move to a site where we could bum some off another site. Then we figured out the tent Dad let us borrow was missing all the poles, and my whole family was in Houston so we couldn't just drive the 30 minutes back to their place to get another one. Thankfully, someone had brought an extra tent. Other than that, the first night was pretty uneventful. My friends B and Joe came out to drink with us for awhile. I got pretty drunk and ended up opening up quicker than normal. The boyfriend and I ended up having to sleep on the ground the first night because we forgot to blow up the air mattress.
We floated the river Saturday. We were supposed to go the whole 12 miles, however, when you run out of food, beer, cigarettes, and water for an entire group of 15-20 drunk people you tend to abandon that mission. I ended the trip with a few sets of beads (imagine that!), some scrapes and bruises from being pushed out of the rafts a few times, and a major sunburn. It didn't help that we all ended up drunk before we even got on the bus to get to the river. Nothing like ended up hungover in the cruel Oklahoma sun. It took us 7 hours to go 6 miles, which is ridiculous. We were all playing musical rafts, shooting strangers with water guns, bribing girls to show their boobs for beads. It was a lot of fun.
That night, we had a transvestite show up at our camp. You guys know me and know I have no problem with anyone's sexuality, but this "girl" had issues. One of the guys brought her over, I assume with the intent to sleep with her, and realized when she stepped under our spotlight that she had at one point in her life been a man. If the group wasn't made up of mostly redneck-ish people, I'm sure it would have been fine, but we couldn't help but snicker. She didn't help matters much by being trashed and passing out in the middle of our campsite.
The next day we headed back out to the river. Very few of us drank that morning. Boyfriend and I ended up on a raft with another couple the entire trip, which was actually quite fun. We freaked out when we saw giant catfish in the river and were bummed when we realized the fishing gear was back at camp. So we rigged up a redneck fishing pole using the straps from the coozies you hang around your neck and a keyring from one of the dry boxes. We used pieces of sandwiches for bait. Obviously we didn't catch anything, but we had a lot of fun and got some great laughs from other people. The boys decided jumping at the fish from the raft was a much better way to go. It was quite comical. Again, we bailed at the 6 mile point. This time we had enough of everything, we were just way too exhausted from the day before to continue. And the wind was blowing so hard the wrong direction it would push you upstream at times.
Sunday night was pretty eventful. We got back to camp as the cops were pulling into the area. Apparently some guy was beat up and put in his raft to continue downstream. It was supposedly a gang fight (considering how close it is to Muskogee it's possible), however, that was never confirmed. We were visited by some very interesting gentlemen later. They were in kilts and tin foil hats. They asked us to sign their noodle. Even later, B and I were drunkenly two-stepping and from nowhere we here "I'll teach you to play country music!" One of the guys had been in his tent with a girl we began to refer to as Fluffy White Chick from the next site over, and he came out butt ass naked. The few of us that were still awake ended up on the other side of the fire from him as he attempted to piss in the fire. Then he approached us asking "Who wants a hug?" Fuckers pushed the smallest person out front... We ended the night "singing" metal and discussing what groups we like and hate.
Monday we all headed out. Boyfriend and I spent the night at my parents' house because we were exhausted and didn't want to fight post holiday traffic. It was definitely the best weekend I've had in a long time!
Can't wait for our next adventure!!
Love!!
I had my first vacation in several years, it was great. The boyfriend and I went to the Illinois River with his friends to camp and float. I float this river every year, but I don't think I have ever camped out there. Unless you count spending a night or two in some of the cabins, but those have air conditioning and bathrooms so I really don't.
Honestly, I didn't really want to go. We had had a few disagreements over the whole idea of the trip. As crazy as I can be, I don't really feel comfortable around large groups of people I don't know if they're drinking much. Let's face it, it's the river. There will be copious amounts of alcohol consumed. Also, I can be very easily irritated when I'm drinking. I didn't want to get mad at people I didn't know for some stupid reason or get them mad at me.
I am SO glad I went, however. I've never met a better group of people in my life. And I've never had more adventures in four days than I did this last weekend.
We were supposed to have a campsite with electricity so we would have lights for beer pong and be able to plug in our speakers. When we arrived, however, we had been given one without access to electric. We talked the office into letting us move to a site where we could bum some off another site. Then we figured out the tent Dad let us borrow was missing all the poles, and my whole family was in Houston so we couldn't just drive the 30 minutes back to their place to get another one. Thankfully, someone had brought an extra tent. Other than that, the first night was pretty uneventful. My friends B and Joe came out to drink with us for awhile. I got pretty drunk and ended up opening up quicker than normal. The boyfriend and I ended up having to sleep on the ground the first night because we forgot to blow up the air mattress.
We floated the river Saturday. We were supposed to go the whole 12 miles, however, when you run out of food, beer, cigarettes, and water for an entire group of 15-20 drunk people you tend to abandon that mission. I ended the trip with a few sets of beads (imagine that!), some scrapes and bruises from being pushed out of the rafts a few times, and a major sunburn. It didn't help that we all ended up drunk before we even got on the bus to get to the river. Nothing like ended up hungover in the cruel Oklahoma sun. It took us 7 hours to go 6 miles, which is ridiculous. We were all playing musical rafts, shooting strangers with water guns, bribing girls to show their boobs for beads. It was a lot of fun.
That night, we had a transvestite show up at our camp. You guys know me and know I have no problem with anyone's sexuality, but this "girl" had issues. One of the guys brought her over, I assume with the intent to sleep with her, and realized when she stepped under our spotlight that she had at one point in her life been a man. If the group wasn't made up of mostly redneck-ish people, I'm sure it would have been fine, but we couldn't help but snicker. She didn't help matters much by being trashed and passing out in the middle of our campsite.
The next day we headed back out to the river. Very few of us drank that morning. Boyfriend and I ended up on a raft with another couple the entire trip, which was actually quite fun. We freaked out when we saw giant catfish in the river and were bummed when we realized the fishing gear was back at camp. So we rigged up a redneck fishing pole using the straps from the coozies you hang around your neck and a keyring from one of the dry boxes. We used pieces of sandwiches for bait. Obviously we didn't catch anything, but we had a lot of fun and got some great laughs from other people. The boys decided jumping at the fish from the raft was a much better way to go. It was quite comical. Again, we bailed at the 6 mile point. This time we had enough of everything, we were just way too exhausted from the day before to continue. And the wind was blowing so hard the wrong direction it would push you upstream at times.
Sunday night was pretty eventful. We got back to camp as the cops were pulling into the area. Apparently some guy was beat up and put in his raft to continue downstream. It was supposedly a gang fight (considering how close it is to Muskogee it's possible), however, that was never confirmed. We were visited by some very interesting gentlemen later. They were in kilts and tin foil hats. They asked us to sign their noodle. Even later, B and I were drunkenly two-stepping and from nowhere we here "I'll teach you to play country music!" One of the guys had been in his tent with a girl we began to refer to as Fluffy White Chick from the next site over, and he came out butt ass naked. The few of us that were still awake ended up on the other side of the fire from him as he attempted to piss in the fire. Then he approached us asking "Who wants a hug?" Fuckers pushed the smallest person out front... We ended the night "singing" metal and discussing what groups we like and hate.
Monday we all headed out. Boyfriend and I spent the night at my parents' house because we were exhausted and didn't want to fight post holiday traffic. It was definitely the best weekend I've had in a long time!
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| B and I on night 1 |
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| The boyfriend and I on our first vacation together!! Love him! |
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| Tin foil kilt men with their noodle |
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| Beer pong! |
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| I think we're freakin adorable, just sayin. |
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| No clue what Joe and I are doing here, but it must have been hilarious to the guy behind me. |
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| Boyfriend and one of the guys playing beer pong |
Love!!
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