So, Jose is out at the end of this month, and would you believe - I already found another person to rent the downstairs. I thought I might not be interested in another housemate, but when I sit down at the end of the day and look at the cards I'm holding, I have a huge asset that I can make work for me - my house. And since the plan can always use a little influx of financial assistance, and since a woman named Annette just happened to be looking for someplace close to her job (about five miles) and since I have an mostly-empty house, well...might as well take advantage of the situation for all of us. As it turns out, Jose was just fired from the YMCA for all kinds of ridiculous questionable activity - not to mention the barrage of lies and b.s. - and I'm sorry to say, I don't know what's going to happen to him. I can only hope for a quiet exit, with very little money left unpaid to me, and that will be that. You've heard it said before: you can't fix stupid. Other than that, November is a quiet month in The Roll-O-Rooter story. I've been selling a ton of Christmas CDs on Amazon, a few DVDs on ebay, a cheap snare drum, a Dale Evans lifesize standee, and even an old Zip drive for $10. I donated a brand new binding machine to a school ($400 value) and that will give me $100 at tax time. I've been doing more subbing over at the Y, and I have to say it's pretty nice have a casual connection there without the actual commitment to a schedule. At my real accounting job, the next round of layoffs hangs over the employees like a troubled loner in a slasher movie. You know what he's going to do. You're just not sure if he's going to get you first, or your friends. What a great mental place to be every day, coming into work. Eighteen months won't come soon enough. * * * My Zero is $253,398.68. My Dream Sale Price for all my possessions is $287,905.73. December 2011 Laid Off. Now what? Goodbye Monk. Now what? |