UPDATE! June 22, 2012
I spoke with the landlord a couple days ago and she suggested I sue Danielle for half a month's rent since her boyfriend moved in at the beginning of June after I moved out. When I asked how she knew, she said his car is in the driveway all the time.
She's such a sweet old lady, but suing Danielle for half the rent would be a good idea if I knew should could afford it. I mean, to file a small claim, you have to pay at least $250 for fees and summons. Plus on top of that, when I win my case (Coz I would), Dee'd have to pay me $387.50 for the rent, plus the fees. But if she doesn't pay up after judgement, then I'd have to dish out more money to force her to pay up.
Dee left her computer open a lot - conveniently on her CIBC account statements. So upon walking by, anyone could see that she had a $20K line of credit to pay up. Not to mention the Credit cards. Plus she had cancelled her trip to Italy earlier in the year. She said it was coz her grandma was sick, but she didn't go down to Florida to visit her nanna. She simply couldn't afford it. So there's no way I'm wasting my time trying to get a couple hundred bucks out of her.
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This past week has been quite the fucktard. Can I even use that word as an adjective?
There's no word to explain it. I was backhanded with a nasty flu and knocked on my keister for five days. Three days off work was nice, but not when you're too weak to take advantage of the time! But I caught up on my movie watching and with all the On Demand shows I missed.
I was recovering quite nicely yesterday - my first day back at work - when my roommate thwomped me in the gut with some not so kind words.
Our lease expired April 30th. So that night when we both got home from work I reminded her to give our landlord new checks.
She went white and her jaw dropped. Then she ranted about how she thought I wasn't going to renew my lease according to a tiff we had in January. (OK, it was a huge blow-out fight because I was having fun on New Years Eve and she wasn't. I'm not even kidding - that's exactly what it was about.)
Apparently she had brought her boyfriend to meet the landlord over the weekend and they gave him a lease to sign. My landlord is a sweet lady in her 80s. I'm sure she was confused. But she was probably even more confused when - after the realization that I wasn't planning on moving - Danielle yelled something about having the landlord kicking me out and ran down to rant to the poor lady. She was gone for two hours. She came back and was on the phone for another hour before I tip toed in and asked if everything was ok.
She broke down in tears.
She apologized for assuming I was going to leave. And continued to blubber about the same things she always does when she gets way ahead of herself and confuses the hell out of everyone. I've had a year dealing with events similar to this. I had enough. But now was not the time to tell her. I had to calm her down. She's a whole 10 years older than me and plenty marbles short.
I woke up at 4am today and couldn't get back to sleep. I kept replaying our conversation in my head.
- How she kept bringing up our past fights
- How she kept reiterating that she doesn't criticize my dating choices
- How she repeated how she was not used to having a boyfriend
- How she didn't want me to be mad at her or think that she was trying to kick me out.
I stayed calm on the outside, but I was a tornado of anger inside:
- I told her she doesn't communicate properly and makes decisions too quickly.
- I told her she has to understand that she isn't supposed to necessarily trust my friends, but at least trust me in that I make good decisions.
- I reminded her that she is 10 years older than me. (She really didn't seem to like that.)
- I told her that this type of behaviour makes me feel like this isn't our place, but her place.
And then she proceeded to say things like:
"When you move out..."
"...Just because you don't have a boyfriend..."
"I'm sorry I keep bringing it up, but..."
I got the feeling this wouldn't be the last tiff we have. And I just can't deal with anymore.
I initially moved win with Danielle because my previous landlord was selling the condo I was renting and I wasn't interested in buying. Her roomie was moving back to Montreal the same month i needed to find a place so it worked out perfectly. Rent was $400 cheaper and I was going to be in Rosedale instead of Yonge and Eg. Score! Still, I should have paid mind when she said "Stephan always stayed in his room - I wonder why?" That was the clue I totally missed.
Of course so was her totally irrational behaviour over the past several years I've known her, but I thought living with someone would teach me a lot about myself.
And it sure has.
It taught me that my sanity is worth way more than saving a measly $400/mo.
How to be more upfront when things bothered me.
To clean up after myself more frequently.
Patience. How not to keep track of the little annoying things. How not to freak when she ate my asparagus by 'accident'.
How I miss walking around my apartment totally nude.
How I miss having people over whenever I want without having to keep someone else in the loop.
Time to get my own apartment again.
So I called the landlord this morning and apologized for the confusion my roomie caused for her yesterday. She was very ...tact, but I could feel her voice soften up when I said that I feel I should leave because of the communication barrier with my roommate - how she clearly doesn't make me feel welcome and wants her boyfriend of two months to move in.
What the landlady said about my roommate had me grin and shake my head with amusement.
"That lady is very aggressive."
Couldn't have said it better. Anyhow the landlady apologized to me for the situation I found myself in. She said she felt terrible about my predicament but understood while I wanted to leave. She said she'd give me a good reference, which I really appreciated.
I have already seen one place today and am looking forward to seeing another very promising unit nearby tomorrow. I plan to move out June 1st or July 1st. We'll see what happens!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Happy-Go-Lucky
Over the past couple of months a lady at work keeps telling me how I reminded her of a character in a movie.
Yesterday she lent me the movie, called Happy-Go-Lucky. I absolutely fell in love with it and the character, Poppy. I see why my colleague says I'm so similar to the character and take it as a compliment. It certainly is hard to stay positive in a world where people are generally so negative and with so many bad things happening. If anything, it's even more of an incentive to look on the brighter side of things!
If you want to watch the first 10 minutes - click here.
On a totally different note, when I first heard this tune on the radio, I thought it was straight from the '70s. Then my dad told me it was the Sheepdogs. (My DAD!!?!) And my gal pal reminded me how I met them at Edge Fest last year while working on the Gibson bus. The Sheepdogs were on the cover of Rolling Stone at the time and were so unassuming, it was so cool of them. (Mind you, how could I even recognize the lead singer when he was debeareded and had no shades on?)
'Cool' factor is a strange thing.
While on a date last weekend, said hottie reaffirmed the point about how a 'cool' person never says they're cool. It's the same deal I've heard over the years - how a 'cool' person never proclaims to be. Perhaps it's the same manner in how good guys should never say they are such, or how a heart breaker never confirms he/she is one. Proclaiming to be what you are never seems to be a good idea by societal standards, but I don't give a crap about that.
I'm pretty effin' rad. Whether that means cool or not, I'll leave up to people to label. All I know is, I'm cool with the way I am. ;)
Yesterday she lent me the movie, called Happy-Go-Lucky. I absolutely fell in love with it and the character, Poppy. I see why my colleague says I'm so similar to the character and take it as a compliment. It certainly is hard to stay positive in a world where people are generally so negative and with so many bad things happening. If anything, it's even more of an incentive to look on the brighter side of things!
If you want to watch the first 10 minutes - click here.
On a totally different note, when I first heard this tune on the radio, I thought it was straight from the '70s. Then my dad told me it was the Sheepdogs. (My DAD!!?!) And my gal pal reminded me how I met them at Edge Fest last year while working on the Gibson bus. The Sheepdogs were on the cover of Rolling Stone at the time and were so unassuming, it was so cool of them. (Mind you, how could I even recognize the lead singer when he was debeareded and had no shades on?)
'Cool' factor is a strange thing.
While on a date last weekend, said hottie reaffirmed the point about how a 'cool' person never says they're cool. It's the same deal I've heard over the years - how a 'cool' person never proclaims to be. Perhaps it's the same manner in how good guys should never say they are such, or how a heart breaker never confirms he/she is one. Proclaiming to be what you are never seems to be a good idea by societal standards, but I don't give a crap about that.
I'm pretty effin' rad. Whether that means cool or not, I'll leave up to people to label. All I know is, I'm cool with the way I am. ;)
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Ah.. Common Sense... Why are you not common enuf?
You'd think that if you stopped texting back, stopped calling back and halted to make any effort at all to reciprocate someone's desperate need to contact you, that they would stop altogether.
Unfortunately, such is not the case. After I communicated how I am not interested in maintaining communication anymore. (Hey, I'm old enough to tell someone without feeling guilty about it.)
This has recently happened both with a man I was kinda getting to know (was evaluating if he was dating material) and with an old female colleague who is over 20 years my senior and desperate to reconnect.
The guy texts me every day. He's called, but I blocked his number. Still, he won't stop texting:
"Hi"
"Hey"
"Omggg"
"Please call me"
"Hey"
The lady finally stopped calling me months ago when I stopped returning her calls. But she recently started up again and has started sending emails. So I send her a simple note.
"Please do not contact me any further."
Simple. Polite.
Life is too short to deal with people you don't gel with. It's also too short to waste your time being 'nice'. When I spend time with someone I don't want to in the first place, my mind wanders. You aren't 'there' with the person. What's the point? That's how people become miserable. And I like being happy too much!
Another thing that makes me happy - the cutie I met on Saturday while I at Tattoo celebrating a pal's birthday. He makes up for all the lazy dudes I've met.
Squeee!
Unfortunately, such is not the case. After I communicated how I am not interested in maintaining communication anymore. (Hey, I'm old enough to tell someone without feeling guilty about it.)
This has recently happened both with a man I was kinda getting to know (was evaluating if he was dating material) and with an old female colleague who is over 20 years my senior and desperate to reconnect.
The guy texts me every day. He's called, but I blocked his number. Still, he won't stop texting:
"Hi"
"Hey"
"Omggg"
"Please call me"
"Hey"
The lady finally stopped calling me months ago when I stopped returning her calls. But she recently started up again and has started sending emails. So I send her a simple note.
"Please do not contact me any further."
Simple. Polite.
Life is too short to deal with people you don't gel with. It's also too short to waste your time being 'nice'. When I spend time with someone I don't want to in the first place, my mind wanders. You aren't 'there' with the person. What's the point? That's how people become miserable. And I like being happy too much!
Another thing that makes me happy - the cutie I met on Saturday while I at Tattoo celebrating a pal's birthday. He makes up for all the lazy dudes I've met.
Squeee!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
A gentle reminder to yourself...
"Don’t let those that haven’t done what you dream of doing stop you.
Don’t let those that haven’t seen what you have in your deepest visions cloud you.
Don’t let those that are simply sitting on their asses and merely talking prevent you from taking action.
Don’t let those that don’t really care rob you of following your meaningful life’s purpose.
Don’t let those that call you crazy keep you from believing.
Giving up is the easy way out, a kind of death whilst alive, by not having to risk the uncertainty of life for the illusory certainty of your safe zone.
What is certain is that Life is uncertain, and if you wait for that special moment to give your gift, then you risk the gift that this moment is offering you right now.
The only guarantee is now.
You are Bright.
You are Magnificent.
You are Divine.
Yet sometimes we play small and hide our light, convincing ourselves that it is failure we are afraid of, when it is success."
- Kute Blackson
Don’t let those that haven’t seen what you have in your deepest visions cloud you.
Don’t let those that are simply sitting on their asses and merely talking prevent you from taking action.
Don’t let those that don’t really care rob you of following your meaningful life’s purpose.
Don’t let those that call you crazy keep you from believing.
Giving up is the easy way out, a kind of death whilst alive, by not having to risk the uncertainty of life for the illusory certainty of your safe zone.
What is certain is that Life is uncertain, and if you wait for that special moment to give your gift, then you risk the gift that this moment is offering you right now.
The only guarantee is now.
You are Bright.
You are Magnificent.
You are Divine.
Yet sometimes we play small and hide our light, convincing ourselves that it is failure we are afraid of, when it is success."
- Kute Blackson
Monday, April 2, 2012
Fly High with Richard Simmons
I didn't know what to expect when I first heard about this. Now I am in love with Air New Zealand for tackling boredom in pre and post flight videos.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Kev and I went out for dinner Friday night. I was so bagged from work, but didn't want to cancel plans. Maybe I will get my second wind back! So I changed the dressing on my knee and met him at the bistro.
Off topic - Yes - I had to get x-rays and everything! Knee's ok, just have to be attentive coz the cut was deep. My workouts have been suffering - haven't been at the gym! But thankfully I'm feeling good. Trying to keep up with calisthetics and HIIT until I can get back into yoga and some machine work.
I have to admit, he is fun to hang out with – but when I left the room to hit the ladies and walked back in – those butterflies weren't there. More like a moth trying to figure out how to escape a pane of glass. Kev is nice - and yes, girls want nice guys, but we also need to have chemistry.
Because he is totally into me, I should feel guilty for not having interest - but I don't. I've been in his shoes before. There's no rhyme or reason for chemistry or lack therof.
And now it's time to get ready for the next date. ;)
Off topic - Yes - I had to get x-rays and everything! Knee's ok, just have to be attentive coz the cut was deep. My workouts have been suffering - haven't been at the gym! But thankfully I'm feeling good. Trying to keep up with calisthetics and HIIT until I can get back into yoga and some machine work.
I have to admit, he is fun to hang out with – but when I left the room to hit the ladies and walked back in – those butterflies weren't there. More like a moth trying to figure out how to escape a pane of glass. Kev is nice - and yes, girls want nice guys, but we also need to have chemistry.
Because he is totally into me, I should feel guilty for not having interest - but I don't. I've been in his shoes before. There's no rhyme or reason for chemistry or lack therof.
And now it's time to get ready for the next date. ;)
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