| Fuck me, I'm a poodle |
[Jul. 7th, 2009|08:17 pm] |
Those infamous words from the play "Bobby Gould Goes to Hell" are appropos once again.
So what is it this time, you might ask. Well, kids, let me tell you.
I had found an apartment that was listed on craigslist. Now, it's a bit small but it would do for now. It was advertised at $1045 a month, including heat/hot water and a parking space and it's a tenant-at-will, perfect in case I were to get the Key West job. After a bit of agonizing and talking to Lina, we decided to go for it. I got in touch with the guy who advertised the place and he sent me an application to fill out and send to the real estate company. I filled it out and emailed it to the company.
Now, a little sidetrack here. There's another job I applied for down in NY. That job was advertised with a start date of next week, so they're looking to move fast. But things didn't move that quickly and I called them to request an interview Thursday because tomorrow I am working down in southern CT and I could just get a hotel room and then catch a train into the city for the interview. I called them yesterday to follow up and was told I'd be called today. Well, I hadn't heard, so while I was at work, I sent them an email and apologized for being a bit pushy on this, but I have a number of time-critical things into which this job figures quite prominently. It would be foolish to pay the first/security on this new place here in MA only to have to forfeit it next week to instead move to NY. And it's not like I have an extra couple of grand kicking around either.
So..... 10 minutes ago I get a phone call from the real estate company apologizing for the confusion. See, the apartment is advertised for $1200 and the current tenant, with whom I was dealing, had zero authority to offer the apartment, never mind at a price below what the real estate company wants for it. The agent said he will call the current tenant and talk to his bosses to see what can be done.
But I pretty much know what will happen, and once again Lina and I are going to get fucked sans lube.
I am really really really fucking getting tired of being jerked around here by everyone and having thing after thing go wrong. I want to start punching things right now. Seriously.
Instead, I have to pack for tomorrow and pack my interview clothes just in case the agency calls. But I doubt they will. In fact, I'm pretty sure I fucked that one up as well.
And of course, no word from Moscow.
Can I catch one little break somewhere? Please? |
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