Life: Blues
I put an offer on a townhouse condo, and got it. Right now, I'm just dealing with the final details. But I'm confident it will all go through at this point. It has three bedrooms, a gas fireplace, a garage, an unfinished basement in which I'll finish, and all new appliances, including washer, dryer, dishwasher, fridge, and stove. It's a pretty new house, and its condition is "Above Average" and not "Perfect". Apparently house inspectors never give out "Perfect" so they don't get sued. I told him just said that to make me feel better. I have a good attic; he dragged me up there to look at it.
A few days ago, I went to see Blue October in Toronto with Stacy. We got to sit beside the lighting and sound guys, since I had told them I was visually impaired. They were pretty much the best seats in the place. The lighting guy's name is Drew. We talked to him the entire time. He invited us to stay and be with the band. We got a signature and drumsticks. We had to stay at a hostel in Toronto, since the very next bus back to London was eight hours later. So the hostel owner offered to pick us up from the hostel, because he too was aware I couldn't see very well. When we got there, he didn't introduce us to anyone, and we found out he was pretty drunk. In retrospect, we should of taken a taxi.
Ontop of missing the bus at night, we missed the bus in the morning and had to wait around the bus stations for three hours for the next one. We rocked.
The hostel owner back in London, where I've been living for two months now, has lost it. It all started when someone told him that the hostel was not very clean and posted that on hostels.com . So he started to randomly repair things so everything looked cleaner. He started to be very forceful with his clenaing lady. I could see in her eyes, she was fed up with him. She doesn't even get paid an allowance. She's been working there for almost two years now.
Someone from the hostel, whom is a Hurricance Katrina victim, is going to be one of my roomates. She told the hostel owner about it, and that made him even more angry. He swore at her, and told her how he is going to lose tons of money because of her. He spoke to me about it when I arrived back from work, in a soft tone of discontent. Afterwards, he gave me something to eat, which he's never done before. He asked if we both (girl and I) could stay in the same room, so he could make more money, and asked if I could move my things the next day.
So the next day came around. I came back from work, helped a friend with some computer troubles, went out to eat with some people from the hostel, and came back. I was going to move my things, when all of a sudden, the owner calls for me. He basically tells me that I should of done it sooner, that I don't respect him, that I act like I own the place, that I have abused his kindness, that I have taken advantage of him, and a few other specific, inaccurate remarks. He demanded I pay him upfront for my stay, and I demanded he give me the receipt he promised me 6 months ago.
I slept with the drumsticks in my arms one night: Blue October rocks.
A few days ago, I went to see Blue October in Toronto with Stacy. We got to sit beside the lighting and sound guys, since I had told them I was visually impaired. They were pretty much the best seats in the place. The lighting guy's name is Drew. We talked to him the entire time. He invited us to stay and be with the band. We got a signature and drumsticks. We had to stay at a hostel in Toronto, since the very next bus back to London was eight hours later. So the hostel owner offered to pick us up from the hostel, because he too was aware I couldn't see very well. When we got there, he didn't introduce us to anyone, and we found out he was pretty drunk. In retrospect, we should of taken a taxi.
Ontop of missing the bus at night, we missed the bus in the morning and had to wait around the bus stations for three hours for the next one. We rocked.
The hostel owner back in London, where I've been living for two months now, has lost it. It all started when someone told him that the hostel was not very clean and posted that on hostels.com . So he started to randomly repair things so everything looked cleaner. He started to be very forceful with his clenaing lady. I could see in her eyes, she was fed up with him. She doesn't even get paid an allowance. She's been working there for almost two years now.
Someone from the hostel, whom is a Hurricance Katrina victim, is going to be one of my roomates. She told the hostel owner about it, and that made him even more angry. He swore at her, and told her how he is going to lose tons of money because of her. He spoke to me about it when I arrived back from work, in a soft tone of discontent. Afterwards, he gave me something to eat, which he's never done before. He asked if we both (girl and I) could stay in the same room, so he could make more money, and asked if I could move my things the next day.
So the next day came around. I came back from work, helped a friend with some computer troubles, went out to eat with some people from the hostel, and came back. I was going to move my things, when all of a sudden, the owner calls for me. He basically tells me that I should of done it sooner, that I don't respect him, that I act like I own the place, that I have abused his kindness, that I have taken advantage of him, and a few other specific, inaccurate remarks. He demanded I pay him upfront for my stay, and I demanded he give me the receipt he promised me 6 months ago.
I slept with the drumsticks in my arms one night: Blue October rocks.
posted by Mike at 6:38 AM
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