....Or something.
Just opened up a new store (I'm the manager, so yay) that has taken over my life. 50 hours a week, minimum, but closer to 60. Fun fun.
Inglorious Basterds review upcoming. Same with Avatar.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
OMG! The drama!!!
So, for the first time ever, I got into a Text War. Some (drunk) asshole sends me a text at 4:39 in the morning (in the morning!) wanting money.... when he owes me money.
Maybe I should set this up.
Okay, up until November 13th I lived at a place we will call Hell House. Hell House had 2 roommates: Blanche (not his real name) and T (a sweetheart). Things were not going well at Hell House. I switched jobs, and was going to be sans paycheck for 3 weeks. Add into this that I paid all the bills for the month of October (no help from Blanche and T), and funds were sitting at a low point.
I go to Blanche and T and say "Um, instead of paying me the $160 you each owe me, how about you each just throw an extra $109 into your rent and we'll call it even." This felt like a good solution.
They agree. Then the first of the month (Nov) rolls around. I try to get money. They don't give it to me. Doom spreads through Hell House. We are given a notice telling us to pay up by Nov 12 or move out.
Not ready to move yet (although I was anxious to leave Hell House), I go over what we owe after putting in the money they did give me and dividing it by 3.
Yes, I go to them with the idea of splitting the rent three ways despite the fact that I shouldn't have been paying anything.
It comes out to $136ish dollars each. On the 12th, I go around town trying to get money from them. Between the two of them, I get $130. Total.
At this point, I am outside the bank to deposit rent money, and I do the math. See, at the time, my bank account balance was.... negative. And to cover the remaining rent I would have to write a check for $270ish dollars. And I was not willing to do that.
So I took the money I had received from them (that hadn't been put into the bank yet) and put it into my account (seriously, they owed me for bills/partial month rent/assorted broken window expenses). Then I went home and packed my shit.
I was a bit of an asshole, and let them be surprised when they got home. But... I had no money, and they sure weren't giving it to me. So..... surprise?
Anyway, we move out and I don't contact either of them (except to wish T a Happy Thanksgiving. I did like her well enough).
Then the Text War. Again, 4:39 in the freaking morning he asks me "to give back the $360" he gave me. Unhappy at the 20-minute-before-necessary wakeup call, I respond back with a "Umm.... between the bills and the fact you only gave me $279, fat fucking chance"
Not a shining moment, I'll grant, but seriously, 4:39 in the morning. He texts back that I'm charging him for things that aren't his, and I respond quickly that no, in fact, I am actually being generous with the amount he actually should have paid. But whatever.
He then goes to the tact of talking about how he bought groceries an cleaned. I told him I didn't touch his groceries except for some of the bottles of water (and the chicken cordon bleu I paid for disappeared) and reminded him that cleaning doesn't pay the bills.
Now, he dropped the money amount first, because he knew I was correct in the amount remembered. Then, we he said I corrected him on what he was charged versus what he owed, he again dropped it with the cleaning/grocery thing. Then, once I pointed out the not-touching-his-food/cleaning-ain't-money fact of his last text, he realized that I had won the conversation. Like, handily.
Then the personal attacks started. I was trash, I was desperate, all these people (most of them friendly acquaintances) REALLY hated me, he talks about me and laughs all the time, blah blah, etc.
I wasn't in the mood for it and turned my phone off. Saved the texts though, and so far have talked to 2 of the 4 people who he dragged into it and neither of them were happy he invoked them as being on his side.
At some point I will transcribe the texts to this blog (cuz seriously, this was fucking epic) so you can get the full experience. And even though I don't cover myself in glory during the Text War (I'm an asshole, these things happen), the sheer, drunken idiocy he displayed outshone everything I did.
And that's my drama.
Maybe I should set this up.
Okay, up until November 13th I lived at a place we will call Hell House. Hell House had 2 roommates: Blanche (not his real name) and T (a sweetheart). Things were not going well at Hell House. I switched jobs, and was going to be sans paycheck for 3 weeks. Add into this that I paid all the bills for the month of October (no help from Blanche and T), and funds were sitting at a low point.
I go to Blanche and T and say "Um, instead of paying me the $160 you each owe me, how about you each just throw an extra $109 into your rent and we'll call it even." This felt like a good solution.
They agree. Then the first of the month (Nov) rolls around. I try to get money. They don't give it to me. Doom spreads through Hell House. We are given a notice telling us to pay up by Nov 12 or move out.
Not ready to move yet (although I was anxious to leave Hell House), I go over what we owe after putting in the money they did give me and dividing it by 3.
Yes, I go to them with the idea of splitting the rent three ways despite the fact that I shouldn't have been paying anything.
It comes out to $136ish dollars each. On the 12th, I go around town trying to get money from them. Between the two of them, I get $130. Total.
At this point, I am outside the bank to deposit rent money, and I do the math. See, at the time, my bank account balance was.... negative. And to cover the remaining rent I would have to write a check for $270ish dollars. And I was not willing to do that.
So I took the money I had received from them (that hadn't been put into the bank yet) and put it into my account (seriously, they owed me for bills/partial month rent/assorted broken window expenses). Then I went home and packed my shit.
I was a bit of an asshole, and let them be surprised when they got home. But... I had no money, and they sure weren't giving it to me. So..... surprise?
Anyway, we move out and I don't contact either of them (except to wish T a Happy Thanksgiving. I did like her well enough).
Then the Text War. Again, 4:39 in the freaking morning he asks me "to give back the $360" he gave me. Unhappy at the 20-minute-before-necessary wakeup call, I respond back with a "Umm.... between the bills and the fact you only gave me $279, fat fucking chance"
Not a shining moment, I'll grant, but seriously, 4:39 in the morning. He texts back that I'm charging him for things that aren't his, and I respond quickly that no, in fact, I am actually being generous with the amount he actually should have paid. But whatever.
He then goes to the tact of talking about how he bought groceries an cleaned. I told him I didn't touch his groceries except for some of the bottles of water (and the chicken cordon bleu I paid for disappeared) and reminded him that cleaning doesn't pay the bills.
Now, he dropped the money amount first, because he knew I was correct in the amount remembered. Then, we he said I corrected him on what he was charged versus what he owed, he again dropped it with the cleaning/grocery thing. Then, once I pointed out the not-touching-his-food/cleaning-ain't-money fact of his last text, he realized that I had won the conversation. Like, handily.
Then the personal attacks started. I was trash, I was desperate, all these people (most of them friendly acquaintances) REALLY hated me, he talks about me and laughs all the time, blah blah, etc.
I wasn't in the mood for it and turned my phone off. Saved the texts though, and so far have talked to 2 of the 4 people who he dragged into it and neither of them were happy he invoked them as being on his side.
At some point I will transcribe the texts to this blog (cuz seriously, this was fucking epic) so you can get the full experience. And even though I don't cover myself in glory during the Text War (I'm an asshole, these things happen), the sheer, drunken idiocy he displayed outshone everything I did.
And that's my drama.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The Return
Hey all. Back now.
Can't really say much for why I haven't been posting, other than getting caught up in my own shit. I have recently changed jobs and moved back in with family, and find myself on the Internet reading all the blogs I used to spend lots of time reading (saved the blogs I have lost), playing World of Warcraft, and reading Glee fanfiction. Thought it might be good to come here and post again. Can't promise to keep it up, but an effort is going to be made.
If you're coming back to read after all this time, thanks for keeping me in your mind.
Can't really say much for why I haven't been posting, other than getting caught up in my own shit. I have recently changed jobs and moved back in with family, and find myself on the Internet reading all the blogs I used to spend lots of time reading (saved the blogs I have lost), playing World of Warcraft, and reading Glee fanfiction. Thought it might be good to come here and post again. Can't promise to keep it up, but an effort is going to be made.
If you're coming back to read after all this time, thanks for keeping me in your mind.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
New Home
The Angry Gay is at a new home now! Sit back, relax, and wait for the posts to start coming!
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