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2 years ago
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So whoah has it been a whirlpool of stuff happening ever since the last journal I posted *looks* HOLY HELL not even TEN DAYS AGO!?!? Holy Posiedon...
Anyways, uhhh. So yeah. Let's start where we left off last time. Grand and Bob had not paid their December rent, and now it’s coming to the end of January and I’m worried they aren’t going to pay their upcoming January rent, though I’m working off the assumption that they are going to, because if they want to stay renting from me, how the hell many months can they think it’s ok to blow off and be expected to be allowed to stay? One MAYBE. MAYBE. But two or more is beyond unacceptable.
So it's Friday, four days after I posted my previous journal, and when I go to my kitchen, I notice one of their countertop kitchen appliances isn't anywhere in there. I think “Awww cmon, are you that petty in wanting to avoid me that you’re even COOKING in your room now? No, that's not acceptable either.” and I note that in my head to talk about the house meeting I am planning to do the day after they pay their January rent, that way they can’t withhold that from me cause they’re pissed about what I say and do during the house meeting. And then I go to sleep. For the record; my house meeting was primarily going to be me proposing a way for us all to move forward and work out the house's problems, by writing up a rental agreement, and each member of the house takes turns writing rules for the house. So I write a rule for them, they write a rule for me, I write a rule for them, they write a rule for me, so on and so forth until every last issue everyone has with each other is addressed. Yknow? Like Adults would do. Try to work things out, fix things, solve a problem…
I wake up later on in the afternoon, sleeping in as I’ve been doing lately because fuck me I just am not built for handling this kind of stress caused by such uncertainty as not knowing if I’m gonna get the rent that I need to keep my fucking house, and when I go out to the kitchen to make my breakfast, I discover what's ACTUALLY going on. I see Bob standing in front of their designated food cabinet, the cabinet is open, and is 90% cleaned out, another of their kitchen appliances is gone, and there's a big cardboard box in the living room. “OH. I SEE. FUCKING GREAT. SO YOU’RE MOVING OUT ON ME AND NEVER TOLD ME. AND CLEARLY NOT GONNA PAY JANUARY RENT EITHER BECAUSE YOU ARE SPECIFICALLY TIMING YOUR MOVE TO BE JUST A WEEK BEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH.” of course this I’m only 75% sure of, the other 25% because I REALLY REALLY want to be wrong and don’t want the fact that they're stiffing me TWO months of rent and leaving me zero advance notice to find a new person to rent to which could take weeks or months to be true. But yeah an hour or two later I come back and confront them about it to confirm that they’re leaving, at which point I GET SCREAMED AT BY GRANT immediately after Bob says “yep we’re out” and embarrassedly mentions about “how he wanted to try and tell me earlier but blah blah blah couldn’t figure out the words” or whatever it was he said, I can’t fully remember cause at that point inside I was fuming and just keeping on my customer service face. For fucks sake.
So they move out and by the late hours of the night/morning hours, they are gone from the house and gone from my life forever. And you know what I’m thinking at this point? “GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE.” Cause all of the frustrations of living with them are coming back to me all at once from memory. From the zero communication they did (literally I asked them years ago to tell me when I need to shower cause I can’t tell my own stink, and they never once did. That's just one example of many examples of 0 communication from them), to the borderline hoarding they did (getting so much food stuff and kitchen equipment and other stuff they would never use and that just takes up the extremely limited space I have in a damn MOBILE HOME, especially when stuff EXPIRES and is STILL THERE A YEAR OR MORE AFTER IT’S EXPIRED), to the zero cleaning up after themselves (leaving the trays the food was cooked on across countertops instead of in the sink so they could run off to their room and eat the food as fast as possible, and never come back to put the dirty trays in the sink. Nor empty the sink into the dishwasher no matter how full it was until they literally ran out of clean bowls to use for themselves), to going back on longstanding deals we’d had and not telling me they’re not doing it anymore (namely that they'd be the ones to buy consumable products (paper towels, dishwasher cubes, laundry detergent, garbage bags) for the house cause they had the BJ’s wholesale membership and could get a better deal on them, and also with me barely using any of them compared to their usage), and those are just the major issues I can remember right now about, there were many more. But I’ll leave that alone, because this is not a post meant to defame them, and even though I’ve left their names anonymous, people who know me IRL know who Bob n Grant really are.
So anyways, I then find out who they are renting a space from, and it's a very good furry friend of mine I have known for almost 20 years now, and I’ll be damned if I let them get away with doing the same to him they did to me, cause he’s like me and is very trusting. So I give him all this warning and info and now he’s definitely gonna be having them sign a rental agreement which outlines his household expectations, good. While I’m talking to him, he actually lets me know about another fur who is looking for a space to rent too. Holy shit, EXCELLENT.
I start chatting with this new prospect we’ll call Larry, and he’s another furry, sounds super reasonable, a clean freak, and is happy to pay what Bob and Grant were paying together?! Awesome! We’re making plans and he says he’s ready to move in in a week which would have been this Friday, he’s just waiting on his paycheck to come in, sweet! I might not miss out on January rent after all if he’s able to pay his first rent up front :) I even go visit him on Monday and we get along great and I see his stuff will absolutely all fit in my place.
Then comes Tuesday Night and I get a telegram call from a buddy of mine we’ll call Ian. Ian had previously rented my couch for cheap as a stopgap to keep from living in his car, and then gone to live with his Fiancee who we’ll call Mondo. Well Mondo’s mom is a crazy person who has had it out for Mondo and Ian for a while until they broke the news about getting engaged and then it was all “zomg fambily! Yes yes come in come in all is forgiven! I’ll even put you to get the house in my willlll!”. Well I was insanely skeptical but Ian moved in with Mondo at their moms place anyways. So here we are a few months later on Tuesday, and in the middle of the night, crazy mom has filed a bullshit assault charge and restraining order on Mondo and is kicking them both out the house regardless of them having nowhere to go… aside from my couches…
It’s been about 4 days I think since Grant and Bob have gone out and I've spent all of those past days cleaning up the house in their aftermath, finding all the crap they've left behind, scrubbing clean the dust and scuffs from the walls of their former room, and finding the hole in the wall they made on their way out and sloppily repaired using a plaster repair kit. I’ve been feeling really good, great in fact, knowing I’ve got somebody to potentially cover what they were both paying in rent coming in soon, my house is finally clean, and empty of unnecessary clutter, and ORGANIZED for the first time in years without me having any pushback about “I CAN’T FIND MY SHIT IF YOU MOVE IT YOU ASSHOLU!!!” from the entitled/spoiled B&G.
So now I’ve got Larry coming in on Friday to a house which now is going to have the trio of Ian, Mondo, their Cat (I’ll shorthand refer to them as I.M.C. from now on), and allll their stuff taking up the living room and couches and I have no idea if there’s gonna be any possible way to have enough space even to have the trio temporarily staying. Then I remember that my other good friend Oscar is looking for renters and this is perfect for I.M.C. to go to! Ok, we’ll make the connections in the morning cause I just spent two hours quickly helping on zero notice I.M.C. getting alll they owned out of the crazy moms house and over her to me, and we’re all tired.
Well I wake up in the morning and check Telegram to find that Larry has found out that another space he was looking at renting before is still available, and it’ll be a bigger space than me for only a little more, so he’s going there instead… Wellllll so much for things lining up perfectly for everyone. Either now Oscar gets I.M.C. and I still have to find someone, or I get I.M.C. (who I’m a little worried about them being able to afford the $800 a month I need, but only somewhat) and Oscar still is shit outta luck. Annnnd that's where I am right now on Thursday afternoon as I type this all out.
What felt like everything was all settled and ready to go for the foreseeable future for about 56 hours, just long enough to feel a magical relief of stress, suddenly got completely flipped upside down AGAIN, where it MAYBE looks like I’m set but I’m worried about I.M.C’s financing abilities, and my good friend who I excitedly had a great solution for that vanished into a puff before I was even able to tell them about it, leaving me feeling guilty cause he’s been in the loop about I.M.C and Larry himself at the same time and it looks like he’s getting absolutely no help at all (seriously, if you need a place and are able to move to Elizabeth NJ, pleaaase consider him, he’s a great guy and has a good space to offer https://t.me/NJTony ). and with I.M.C being cash strapped now it looks like I AM indeed out January’s rent too, leaving me $1600 in the hole on the same month my car insurance needs renewing and where my job at Metlife Stadium is done for the season and my job at the movies is cutting hours/shifts cause its the super slow season and I’m now getting just one shift a week from them… for the first time ever, I’m seriously contemplating breaking the gofundme glass and asking folks for help @_@ (for the moment, if you wanna help support me, you can head to my gumroad and pay however much you wanna give for any of my models I’ve made :P https://irongut.gumroad.com/ )
So going from Burnt Fins to a shark flying through the air after being shot from a canon and unable to see if the safety net has been finished being built yet, yyyyyep, this story ain’t over yet and I am just the most bwarrrrgh I’ve ever been.
Anyways, uhhh. So yeah. Let's start where we left off last time. Grand and Bob had not paid their December rent, and now it’s coming to the end of January and I’m worried they aren’t going to pay their upcoming January rent, though I’m working off the assumption that they are going to, because if they want to stay renting from me, how the hell many months can they think it’s ok to blow off and be expected to be allowed to stay? One MAYBE. MAYBE. But two or more is beyond unacceptable.
So it's Friday, four days after I posted my previous journal, and when I go to my kitchen, I notice one of their countertop kitchen appliances isn't anywhere in there. I think “Awww cmon, are you that petty in wanting to avoid me that you’re even COOKING in your room now? No, that's not acceptable either.” and I note that in my head to talk about the house meeting I am planning to do the day after they pay their January rent, that way they can’t withhold that from me cause they’re pissed about what I say and do during the house meeting. And then I go to sleep. For the record; my house meeting was primarily going to be me proposing a way for us all to move forward and work out the house's problems, by writing up a rental agreement, and each member of the house takes turns writing rules for the house. So I write a rule for them, they write a rule for me, I write a rule for them, they write a rule for me, so on and so forth until every last issue everyone has with each other is addressed. Yknow? Like Adults would do. Try to work things out, fix things, solve a problem…
I wake up later on in the afternoon, sleeping in as I’ve been doing lately because fuck me I just am not built for handling this kind of stress caused by such uncertainty as not knowing if I’m gonna get the rent that I need to keep my fucking house, and when I go out to the kitchen to make my breakfast, I discover what's ACTUALLY going on. I see Bob standing in front of their designated food cabinet, the cabinet is open, and is 90% cleaned out, another of their kitchen appliances is gone, and there's a big cardboard box in the living room. “OH. I SEE. FUCKING GREAT. SO YOU’RE MOVING OUT ON ME AND NEVER TOLD ME. AND CLEARLY NOT GONNA PAY JANUARY RENT EITHER BECAUSE YOU ARE SPECIFICALLY TIMING YOUR MOVE TO BE JUST A WEEK BEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH.” of course this I’m only 75% sure of, the other 25% because I REALLY REALLY want to be wrong and don’t want the fact that they're stiffing me TWO months of rent and leaving me zero advance notice to find a new person to rent to which could take weeks or months to be true. But yeah an hour or two later I come back and confront them about it to confirm that they’re leaving, at which point I GET SCREAMED AT BY GRANT immediately after Bob says “yep we’re out” and embarrassedly mentions about “how he wanted to try and tell me earlier but blah blah blah couldn’t figure out the words” or whatever it was he said, I can’t fully remember cause at that point inside I was fuming and just keeping on my customer service face. For fucks sake.
So they move out and by the late hours of the night/morning hours, they are gone from the house and gone from my life forever. And you know what I’m thinking at this point? “GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE.” Cause all of the frustrations of living with them are coming back to me all at once from memory. From the zero communication they did (literally I asked them years ago to tell me when I need to shower cause I can’t tell my own stink, and they never once did. That's just one example of many examples of 0 communication from them), to the borderline hoarding they did (getting so much food stuff and kitchen equipment and other stuff they would never use and that just takes up the extremely limited space I have in a damn MOBILE HOME, especially when stuff EXPIRES and is STILL THERE A YEAR OR MORE AFTER IT’S EXPIRED), to the zero cleaning up after themselves (leaving the trays the food was cooked on across countertops instead of in the sink so they could run off to their room and eat the food as fast as possible, and never come back to put the dirty trays in the sink. Nor empty the sink into the dishwasher no matter how full it was until they literally ran out of clean bowls to use for themselves), to going back on longstanding deals we’d had and not telling me they’re not doing it anymore (namely that they'd be the ones to buy consumable products (paper towels, dishwasher cubes, laundry detergent, garbage bags) for the house cause they had the BJ’s wholesale membership and could get a better deal on them, and also with me barely using any of them compared to their usage), and those are just the major issues I can remember right now about, there were many more. But I’ll leave that alone, because this is not a post meant to defame them, and even though I’ve left their names anonymous, people who know me IRL know who Bob n Grant really are.
So anyways, I then find out who they are renting a space from, and it's a very good furry friend of mine I have known for almost 20 years now, and I’ll be damned if I let them get away with doing the same to him they did to me, cause he’s like me and is very trusting. So I give him all this warning and info and now he’s definitely gonna be having them sign a rental agreement which outlines his household expectations, good. While I’m talking to him, he actually lets me know about another fur who is looking for a space to rent too. Holy shit, EXCELLENT.
I start chatting with this new prospect we’ll call Larry, and he’s another furry, sounds super reasonable, a clean freak, and is happy to pay what Bob and Grant were paying together?! Awesome! We’re making plans and he says he’s ready to move in in a week which would have been this Friday, he’s just waiting on his paycheck to come in, sweet! I might not miss out on January rent after all if he’s able to pay his first rent up front :) I even go visit him on Monday and we get along great and I see his stuff will absolutely all fit in my place.
Then comes Tuesday Night and I get a telegram call from a buddy of mine we’ll call Ian. Ian had previously rented my couch for cheap as a stopgap to keep from living in his car, and then gone to live with his Fiancee who we’ll call Mondo. Well Mondo’s mom is a crazy person who has had it out for Mondo and Ian for a while until they broke the news about getting engaged and then it was all “zomg fambily! Yes yes come in come in all is forgiven! I’ll even put you to get the house in my willlll!”. Well I was insanely skeptical but Ian moved in with Mondo at their moms place anyways. So here we are a few months later on Tuesday, and in the middle of the night, crazy mom has filed a bullshit assault charge and restraining order on Mondo and is kicking them both out the house regardless of them having nowhere to go… aside from my couches…
It’s been about 4 days I think since Grant and Bob have gone out and I've spent all of those past days cleaning up the house in their aftermath, finding all the crap they've left behind, scrubbing clean the dust and scuffs from the walls of their former room, and finding the hole in the wall they made on their way out and sloppily repaired using a plaster repair kit. I’ve been feeling really good, great in fact, knowing I’ve got somebody to potentially cover what they were both paying in rent coming in soon, my house is finally clean, and empty of unnecessary clutter, and ORGANIZED for the first time in years without me having any pushback about “I CAN’T FIND MY SHIT IF YOU MOVE IT YOU ASSHOLU!!!” from the entitled/spoiled B&G.
So now I’ve got Larry coming in on Friday to a house which now is going to have the trio of Ian, Mondo, their Cat (I’ll shorthand refer to them as I.M.C. from now on), and allll their stuff taking up the living room and couches and I have no idea if there’s gonna be any possible way to have enough space even to have the trio temporarily staying. Then I remember that my other good friend Oscar is looking for renters and this is perfect for I.M.C. to go to! Ok, we’ll make the connections in the morning cause I just spent two hours quickly helping on zero notice I.M.C. getting alll they owned out of the crazy moms house and over her to me, and we’re all tired.
Well I wake up in the morning and check Telegram to find that Larry has found out that another space he was looking at renting before is still available, and it’ll be a bigger space than me for only a little more, so he’s going there instead… Wellllll so much for things lining up perfectly for everyone. Either now Oscar gets I.M.C. and I still have to find someone, or I get I.M.C. (who I’m a little worried about them being able to afford the $800 a month I need, but only somewhat) and Oscar still is shit outta luck. Annnnd that's where I am right now on Thursday afternoon as I type this all out.
What felt like everything was all settled and ready to go for the foreseeable future for about 56 hours, just long enough to feel a magical relief of stress, suddenly got completely flipped upside down AGAIN, where it MAYBE looks like I’m set but I’m worried about I.M.C’s financing abilities, and my good friend who I excitedly had a great solution for that vanished into a puff before I was even able to tell them about it, leaving me feeling guilty cause he’s been in the loop about I.M.C and Larry himself at the same time and it looks like he’s getting absolutely no help at all (seriously, if you need a place and are able to move to Elizabeth NJ, pleaaase consider him, he’s a great guy and has a good space to offer https://t.me/NJTony ). and with I.M.C being cash strapped now it looks like I AM indeed out January’s rent too, leaving me $1600 in the hole on the same month my car insurance needs renewing and where my job at Metlife Stadium is done for the season and my job at the movies is cutting hours/shifts cause its the super slow season and I’m now getting just one shift a week from them… for the first time ever, I’m seriously contemplating breaking the gofundme glass and asking folks for help @_@ (for the moment, if you wanna help support me, you can head to my gumroad and pay however much you wanna give for any of my models I’ve made :P https://irongut.gumroad.com/ )
So going from Burnt Fins to a shark flying through the air after being shot from a canon and unable to see if the safety net has been finished being built yet, yyyyyep, this story ain’t over yet and I am just the most bwarrrrgh I’ve ever been.
In the meantime, I know a few furs not just in New Jersey, but in nearby Pennsylvania that are looking to move out. I can ask them about you and send them your way if you want. I can't make any promises though.