Recap: I got two jobs via the mother of my ex-girlfriend which is my boss. I was quite disgusted to find out i got the jobs because i was her daughter's boyfriend. This is something i don't like on my conscience. Her mother didn't quite understand me when i said, "i'll get the job if i'm meant to have it". Lo and behold to find out i got two jobs at a grill because i'm special. ****ing A. Later the break up happens because her daughter is not mature enough for a relationship and that i really wanted to have some ****ing time to myself, actually do something when i get back home from work (not known when we got together, didn't know she wasn't ready for a mature relationship, didn't know i didn't want to be in a relationship).
Update: The break up went quite smoothly because i'm a hell of a guy, and didn't want to lose where i live. I did a lot for her, didn't want to see it fall apart, and didn't want to see myself out of the picture with no place to stay. I like giving my landlord my money. She has a great deal going on, and i've done my darndest efforts on my end for her. Extra decent tenants; me. Reducing spending; me. Rearing the puppy; me. Getting stuff done around the house; me. Cluing in and including everybody on these efforts to reduce spending and have a cooperative good time; me. It sucks when the landlord doesn't really know what they could be doing better. So i bring things up to her, she's agreed to most, and i see if they can and do happen. I have a good gold mine of information and ideas, and i am putting this to use to benefit her.
She already owns my car quite happily. When i didn't have a job, i let her drive and treat it like it was her own. I talked to her about buying it from me. So, i sold her my dynasty to her at $400. She gave me a month and a half rent free for the car. It was quite a nice deal. No one needed to shell out cash, and she gets 35 mpg highway as opposed to 14 (also her ****ty ass 85 marqui broke, she needed to make a hard decision to fix her car, or get mine working again; man talking to my mechanic at the last minute really was quite last minute to let her know if she should go into the bank to withdraw and pay for an expensive marqui part right at that moment).
Work is going great. I'm happy to find out that my ex's mother is not an evil person. I never intended to have backlash for her for the reason she hired me in the first place, but i found that she agreed with me. I'm one of her best workers and take the job seriously with all of the rules and guidelines. I even took the what is deemed by the other workers there as the worst shift (the night shift is considered the worst, i only asked for it because no one else was, now i only works nights, as opposed to mornings and nights, my work schedule is now regular and not ****ed up). My ex and i haven't gotten closer. I won't date her again, but i like spending time with her as we are actually getting to know each other and truly be friends (we didn't quite know each other in the first place); she still likes spending time with me. The other tenants she is more socially active with and hangs out with too (this place is more or less a hostile filled with good people) a lot more than she used to. I think she'll be fine. The one thing i don't like is that i get home so late that i can't enjoy babylon 5 binges with her unless on the weekends.
The dog is learning her commands and learning discipline quite well. Going to work on the dogs ability to know when she is being talked to, because she sucks at that. Thinks everyone's talking to her, However, she knows when people are talking about her. I've got a plan for this that will work in two days. Sits, stays, finds items by name upon request, not getting into the cat food, and being your general dog kind of dog (i however prefer self centered dogs since they aren't so much about kissing ass like a normal dog, this dog usually ****s up when trying to please humans).
My ex's brother has been here since late march. He's a big drain on everyone's finances. Doesn't do ****. And the biggest pet peeve, raids the fridge. Five people officially live here with the sixth who was only meant to be here for a month. I should be able to go to the fridge and grab a small something to snack on at any given party of any day with enough left for everyone else for a long time. This asshole eats a weeks worth of food in a day and lies about it. Given that we all know our eating habits around here and all share the food budget, we know who's doing it. We've put up with this since march. This guy buys sugar, claims it's for everyone, finishes off the 5 pound bag in a week, and claims that he bought it for himself. He's your typical not very smart person; i say get better at getting away with **** or stop (stupid people never stop, or get better at their tricks). Meanwhile, he raids the fridge. I took two days off of work because of this asshole because i know when he does what he does and even what he's taking at which time of day (my room is right by the kitchen, and i'm a light sleeper). We're all pissed about it. Given him chances, shows a good face, does some of what he's told. Fades back into his bad habits. Claims he doesn't need to do anything around here since he is not participating in anything so he shouldn't be a problem. What a dumb****, he uses the trash can, the toilets, the food, the electricity and internet, and he won't even go outside and get the dog some food and water everyday? There's no part of non-participate in all of this. I was a nice guy and was able to extend his limit for staying here till the end of the month. That will be subject to changing tomorrow (did i mention he's a dumbass with guns). As of this point, i really don't care if this dumbass shoots and kills me over something trivial as he holsters his pistol around the house with a bullet in the chamber at all times. We all told him to stop that; he probably didn't. He does this when he's uncomfortable as a show of intimidation. If i die because i had to tell someone calmly to stop raiding the fridge, or that i had to flush their **** for them (seriously, the well pump has been working for a while, the flush handle is in back of you while you're on the pot, and i have to do this for someone because they're not around and i want to take a **** when i get home from work). Then, i just choose to not care or worry about it if saying anything basic in a non aggressive but stern tone would cause death.
I've been working on prodding my ex to take a stance on the situation for months. She finally has. Man, she needed to build up some confidence and self esteem in herself. Her brother was given a list of chores told what not to do around here, and that if he followed those he could be out at the end of the month as opposed to yesterday. He stopped raiding the fridge for a week, did one chore, and went back to his old shenanigans (he doesn't look and apply for jobs for the sake of getting a job, he does it for the sake of showing good face while leeching off everyone here). This will change. Homeless on the 15th or free car rides from the asshole for me to get work while i'm waiting for my new car to get finished (yes, i even treated the asshole with dignity not asking to commandeer his car for no charge). Unappreciable, he expects to make bank by chauffering the people around here who can't afford to pay him what a chauffer should get paid, or at least what i got paid when i was one.
Stuff has improved greatly, but unfortunately, one blight got replaced with another. I'm also moving out of this town come october. I literally don't show my face around town anywhere. I go to work, and i go home. **** this place. However, not the place i am renting. This place is awesome, and the only thing keeping me here, but it's not good enough when life in this town is constantly about who you should no longer say hi to or where you shouldn't show up on a constant basis. Hell, this town is way to close for comfort. Geez, i got a job at a grill not because my resume says the i worked for city hall for years, and at my old campus for 6 months and can hold a job and did labor and IT work. Instead i got a job at a ****ty ass grill because i was going out with my bosses daughter (what's to say on there that i can't work at a ****ing grill making food for people?). You wonder why i'm disgusted with how i got this job. Didn't find out until two months after i started working there. I don't feel lucky, i feel bypassed and wondrous about why my own merit couldn't simply land me that job when i know it should have more than done that. I hate this town, it's too retardedly close for comfort. I should be proud that i have a job and i am. But, how i got the job is only going to look like i was taking advantage of my bosses daughter; or at least it had the potential for that. I can live with my ex comfortably, happy, and be friends. I can also make sure my boss doesn't see things a certain way (by using the goddamned truth). I'm tired of this ****ed up ****; it's too close for comfort. God knows when i'm going to get the axe from work because my ex or my ex's brother is sad about who the **** cares what. Everything's too disgustingly close in this town (i wouldn't have taken the job had i known why i was wanted at these jobs).
What's even worse is we know what items around the house are missing and will find them before the dumbass leaves.
