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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Renting Out A Room

Work continued to suck real bad while I was tasked with building dozens of test stations. In addition to those lousy Combo Mod and Phase Noise racks I had to produce many others. High Frequency Scope, Level Accuracy, Turn On, High Power Calibration, Spectral Purity, and a few other kinds were all on my "to do" list. And of course since no one was willing to pay for equipment to build these stations I continued to sneak around the factory stealing or trading for the stuff I needed. It was a real mess.

Paying the full amount of rent on my place took it's toll on my finances. I started to rapidly sink in a quagmire of bills, instead of swim. After a few months trying to make ends meet I had to borrow money from Autumn which was not cool. So, I faced facts. I was going to have to take on a room mate that more than likely would be someone I didn't know. This was something I had wanted to avoid. Griping about my situation at work to Shitfoot one afternoon he proposed a helpful solution. Dangerous D was looking for a place and since I needed a room mate why not rent to him? I hated the idea. However after thinking about it for a while I decided having a coworker for a room mate would be slightly better than sharing my house with a total stranger.

Dangerous D was renting an apartment in my neighborhood. His place was a couple of streets over from mine and he claimed to be in a similar boat. Like me, he was renting alone and the monthly cost was too much. For a single room apartment he was paying $900 a month. He said he needed to start saving money instead of blowing it all on his rent every month. I knew how he felt. So I cut him a break. Dangerous D could move in to my place without paying any deposit. He could have the master bedroom for $500 a month and we would split the household bills. That was a fair deal in my opinion. Dangerous D accepted the offer. The master bedroom has it's own bathroom and it's floor space is quite large. I don't like the master bedroom here because it's on the side of the house that gets sunlight for most of the day. Since I work nights I like to sleep well into the afternoon. In my little nocturnal world sunlight is the antichrist. If I could reach up and punch out the sun I'd do it.

I had a terrible feeling deep down in my gut about this arrangement with Dangerous D but I was hoping for the best.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

*damn*

this is where my heart starts to break!!!!!!! <\3

2:36 AM  

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