BDN guess what? My roommate just informed me that he'll be moving in with Greg, not us.
That's just great.
Come to find out, my friend Greg who's been helping me tear apart the house, decided that after I'd told Matt (my roommate) about buying the house and we looked around at the house, that he'd offer Matt to move into their house.
Right from underneath me. Behind my fucking back.
Your rent that we discussed will remain the same, but we need to talk exact numbers. I've estimated the gas, water and electric bills, but I honestly have no fucking clue what each of them are going to be. Garbage will be 12 a month, which is set and billed every four months. So either $48 every four months or 12 a month that we'll put in a folder.
I do NOT want TV, but internet is a must. We can start off with the 5 mb FiOS package for now.
I'm seriously fucking pissed off right now. Greg's wife Kylene even rambled out the words "We're indebted to you forever" since I was kind enough to come and keep Kylene company in the house alone while Greg and his uncle went to get new locks and some wood to repair the door after they got broken into in November (I posted about it).
I've helped them pull out the carpet, put in the new floor, put down the quarterround and install the new doors and locks.
Greg has helped me so much so far in the house, but now I find out that while he's patting me on the back in congratulations for the new house, he's jabbing a needle with novocaine in there so that I won't feel the fucking knife that was apparently coming.
Fuck. I guess the second job isn't going to be an option, it's going to be a necessity. Guess I'll be calling Michael tomorrow.
A raise from my dad? Ha. Not until inventory is brought under control... so don't mention it, it won't happen.
That's just great.
Come to find out, my friend Greg who's been helping me tear apart the house, decided that after I'd told Matt (my roommate) about buying the house and we looked around at the house, that he'd offer Matt to move into their house.
Right from underneath me. Behind my fucking back.
Your rent that we discussed will remain the same, but we need to talk exact numbers. I've estimated the gas, water and electric bills, but I honestly have no fucking clue what each of them are going to be. Garbage will be 12 a month, which is set and billed every four months. So either $48 every four months or 12 a month that we'll put in a folder.
I do NOT want TV, but internet is a must. We can start off with the 5 mb FiOS package for now.
I'm seriously fucking pissed off right now. Greg's wife Kylene even rambled out the words "We're indebted to you forever" since I was kind enough to come and keep Kylene company in the house alone while Greg and his uncle went to get new locks and some wood to repair the door after they got broken into in November (I posted about it).
I've helped them pull out the carpet, put in the new floor, put down the quarterround and install the new doors and locks.
Greg has helped me so much so far in the house, but now I find out that while he's patting me on the back in congratulations for the new house, he's jabbing a needle with novocaine in there so that I won't feel the fucking knife that was apparently coming.
Fuck. I guess the second job isn't going to be an option, it's going to be a necessity. Guess I'll be calling Michael tomorrow.
A raise from my dad? Ha. Not until inventory is brought under control... so don't mention it, it won't happen.
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what a crock of shit....