In my last entry, I talked how a company in Alaska wanted my administrative skills. A little Googling revealed they were a subsidiary of a company whose ethics (or lack thereof) I could not handle. This shouldn't be construed as snobbery as I have worked with and for morally bankrupt people and put my ethics aside. But when I think of what I want to do for the rest of my life, I think back to the jobs I loved the most. Good people who lived honorable lives were my bosses then. I've kept being my own boss and working with my family; it pays the bills.
I decided to stay in Portland. I found what I thought was just the right house. My roommate became my boyfriend (note: DO NOT DATE YOUR ROOMMATE, EVER). Due to his inability to manage money, we had to settle out of that lease. His mother offered to let us stay with her. It was fine as long as I catered to her every need, hindering my ability to travel and being totally devoid of boundaries. The proverbial straw was when my guy said he would not give back Chloe, my purebred Siberian Husky. He's kind of not allowed to do that as I paid to adopt her, feed her, and provide veterinary care. Of course I have proof.
No way was I going to live in that woman's house anymore as an indentured servant. I offered to pay fair rent, she wouldn't take it, yet she took it upon herself to use a gift certificate ($90) that I received as a gift last holiday season from a client of my dad's, while I was out of town working. She did this so she could have a ham to feed her friends at a potluck, the first day I left. The only reason I did not completely lose my temper is that she is in advanced liver cancer with a heart condition, just lost her job (dean of admissions at a university) after 10 years, and I don't kick people when they're down. She is a nice person superficially. 3 husbands, two kids, lifelong obesity, and a whole lot of Vicodin, etc., without CWEs can fuck your liver royally. So can screwing a married tech executive (when he can get it up) to pay for chemo copayments. I'm sorry - for all the relationships I have had that did not for whatever reason work out (incompatibility in all cases, some are still very close friends) my trail of tears never involved screwing for money or position.
I very much love my guy. I want him to be happy and successful. We were talking marriage and kids by this time next year. He's as fed up with his mother as I am. Seriously, if her condition was not terminal, I'd have been as mean to her as she was to me. Faux-nice people freak me out. Until her neighbors started commenting on how beautiful my dog is, she had such disdain for Chloe because, yes, Chloe sheds. My Husky, who I dreamed about since I was a little child, is my daughter. I have to decide whether to file a lawsuit for her return or just do it myself. The only cop who would tell me other than "oh, maybe she's better off this way" told me that if he were me, he'd 'take her for a walk' and not bring her back. And notably, Chloe is a very well-tempered dog whose temperament and habits have taken an absolute nosedive. She is now snippy, irritable, not being fed as I direct (which is a healthy diet, grain-free, fresh, kibble with vitamins and supplements of carefully sourced meat/seafood, as would a northern breed have in the wild), and totally undisciplined. My guy feeds her rice and whatever chicken or turkey is left over. She lives there because I just moved.
The new house is intended to be temporary. I'm happy here so far. There are 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, three of us here (others are a banker and a culinary student). The banker is the homeowner, a non-creepy female and has provided me with use of a comfy bed, all utilities - all I need to pay beyond my rent is for my own food and expenses. My rent is helping her pay her mortgage. It is close to everything I need, including tax school up here. The other roommate is a hilariously funny culinary student with a good disposition. 3 pugs (
) live here, there's a fenced yard, and if Chloe plays well with the other dogs, she'll be here too.
I can see myself living here at least through the end of 2012 - savings are already socked away - as long as it continues to work. In my last coursework, I studied negotiation fairly extensively. I made an offer on the low end of fair market and it was accepted gratefully on the spot. We all have our own lives. I've been wondering what the catch might be. I am 10 minutes from Chloe's quarters in her 'father's' garage, just at the edge of suburbia. My guy can get his money and school right, or not. The choice is up to him. But if he thinks he can get away with the theft of my beloved companion who is a member of MY family, he's got another thing coming. The courts tend to side with the person who can prove ownership and licensing. That's me. Dogs are considered property under US/US state law. I hope my guy can get his head out of his ass so we can both be together with Chloe. Failing that, upon proof of ownership and care (check and check) for Chloe, she'll be here with me, and he'll forever be labeled as a dog-napper. My doubts now relate to: would I really want to marry and have a family with someone who feeds my dog scrapple, withholds her companionship from me, considers himself entitled to what is mine in general, never says please or thank you unless it's to his Mommy, and doesn't hold any regard for my personal well-being?
He needs help. I'm in my new place and happy about it so far. I hope this works out. I need to be independent. Alaska can happen in the future. Now it's time to create myself a good one, pass tax school (again - different state) and get to work. I'm not depressed, I'm not drinking, I'm doing what I need and liking this course of action quite well so far.
I decided to stay in Portland. I found what I thought was just the right house. My roommate became my boyfriend (note: DO NOT DATE YOUR ROOMMATE, EVER). Due to his inability to manage money, we had to settle out of that lease. His mother offered to let us stay with her. It was fine as long as I catered to her every need, hindering my ability to travel and being totally devoid of boundaries. The proverbial straw was when my guy said he would not give back Chloe, my purebred Siberian Husky. He's kind of not allowed to do that as I paid to adopt her, feed her, and provide veterinary care. Of course I have proof.
No way was I going to live in that woman's house anymore as an indentured servant. I offered to pay fair rent, she wouldn't take it, yet she took it upon herself to use a gift certificate ($90) that I received as a gift last holiday season from a client of my dad's, while I was out of town working. She did this so she could have a ham to feed her friends at a potluck, the first day I left. The only reason I did not completely lose my temper is that she is in advanced liver cancer with a heart condition, just lost her job (dean of admissions at a university) after 10 years, and I don't kick people when they're down. She is a nice person superficially. 3 husbands, two kids, lifelong obesity, and a whole lot of Vicodin, etc., without CWEs can fuck your liver royally. So can screwing a married tech executive (when he can get it up) to pay for chemo copayments. I'm sorry - for all the relationships I have had that did not for whatever reason work out (incompatibility in all cases, some are still very close friends) my trail of tears never involved screwing for money or position.
I very much love my guy. I want him to be happy and successful. We were talking marriage and kids by this time next year. He's as fed up with his mother as I am. Seriously, if her condition was not terminal, I'd have been as mean to her as she was to me. Faux-nice people freak me out. Until her neighbors started commenting on how beautiful my dog is, she had such disdain for Chloe because, yes, Chloe sheds. My Husky, who I dreamed about since I was a little child, is my daughter. I have to decide whether to file a lawsuit for her return or just do it myself. The only cop who would tell me other than "oh, maybe she's better off this way" told me that if he were me, he'd 'take her for a walk' and not bring her back. And notably, Chloe is a very well-tempered dog whose temperament and habits have taken an absolute nosedive. She is now snippy, irritable, not being fed as I direct (which is a healthy diet, grain-free, fresh, kibble with vitamins and supplements of carefully sourced meat/seafood, as would a northern breed have in the wild), and totally undisciplined. My guy feeds her rice and whatever chicken or turkey is left over. She lives there because I just moved.
The new house is intended to be temporary. I'm happy here so far. There are 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, three of us here (others are a banker and a culinary student). The banker is the homeowner, a non-creepy female and has provided me with use of a comfy bed, all utilities - all I need to pay beyond my rent is for my own food and expenses. My rent is helping her pay her mortgage. It is close to everything I need, including tax school up here. The other roommate is a hilariously funny culinary student with a good disposition. 3 pugs (
) live here, there's a fenced yard, and if Chloe plays well with the other dogs, she'll be here too.I can see myself living here at least through the end of 2012 - savings are already socked away - as long as it continues to work. In my last coursework, I studied negotiation fairly extensively. I made an offer on the low end of fair market and it was accepted gratefully on the spot. We all have our own lives. I've been wondering what the catch might be. I am 10 minutes from Chloe's quarters in her 'father's' garage, just at the edge of suburbia. My guy can get his money and school right, or not. The choice is up to him. But if he thinks he can get away with the theft of my beloved companion who is a member of MY family, he's got another thing coming. The courts tend to side with the person who can prove ownership and licensing. That's me. Dogs are considered property under US/US state law. I hope my guy can get his head out of his ass so we can both be together with Chloe. Failing that, upon proof of ownership and care (check and check) for Chloe, she'll be here with me, and he'll forever be labeled as a dog-napper. My doubts now relate to: would I really want to marry and have a family with someone who feeds my dog scrapple, withholds her companionship from me, considers himself entitled to what is mine in general, never says please or thank you unless it's to his Mommy, and doesn't hold any regard for my personal well-being?
He needs help. I'm in my new place and happy about it so far. I hope this works out. I need to be independent. Alaska can happen in the future. Now it's time to create myself a good one, pass tax school (again - different state) and get to work. I'm not depressed, I'm not drinking, I'm doing what I need and liking this course of action quite well so far.