An Explanation Of Sorts · 4:45am Jul 13th, 2014
It's unlikely that anybody noticed at all, but I haven't been on this site much at all lately.
For the folks that did notice (whoever you are, I'm really happy you care) here's a few harrowing details.
My (now ex-)roommate went psycho and accused me of stealing rent. Apparently there was a shortage between what was deposited and what was owed, and I was apparently responsible for counting all the payments we (the three of us) made. I wasn't informed of my counting responsibilities, I just deposited what I was given.
His mom was the landlady. She evicted me.
I'm leaving out a lot of details because I don't feel like typing the whole thing out. My room was ransacked (guess who), a loaded gun was missing as well as my laptop, etc. I called the police the night after when I was locked out and filed a police report for the missing things. I got them back and dropped the charges (which I now regret because false, vile rumors have also been spread about me).
A friend of his came over drunk one night while I was trying to move out and proceeded to verbally abuse me (because he's moving into my previous bedroom and psycho roommate is buying the place). Not fun. I called the police, he mouthed off to them like a fucking moron, but apparently still retained enough sense to shut up when they told him to. The next day, with the help of three other people, I moved all my shit out. This was last Sunday.
The boys in blue have been nothing but helpful to me this entire time and I wish I could thank them more.
I'm staying with my parents temporarily until I can find another place.
Before all that happened, I got a new sales job. It was all going fine, I was being trained by a really good manager who knew his sales psychology damn well.
On my second day of work, he was informed that the largest share of the company's stock changed hands and a new person had taken control of the company board.
On my third day of work, I was told that our store is closing at the end of July, and we're both being laid off.
Fan-fucking-tastic. My luck with jobs has been positively shitty since the beginning of this year.
On the plus side, I still have a job until the end of the month and will be able to make it to Bronycon. I'm going to work my ass off and make that my vacation, and try to restructure my life in the next two months. I'm probably going to be moving up to Nashville, since commuting by bike will be easier and there are more job and acting opportunities up there. Real estate is also cheaper.
I just thought of something Benny said at the very beginning of Fallout: New Vegas, during the intro:
"From where you're sittin', kid, this probably looks like a 24-karat run of bad luck."
Yeah, that's pretty much how I feel.
Here are the positives:
I have a girlfriend. She's supportive and beautiful and makes me feel better about all this mess.
My parents are going to help me and have been surprisingly kind lately.
I'm getting a buttload of hours until the store closes and am basically being paid $10/hr to watch the Tour de France, the World Cup, and read books.
I'm not dead or sick.
My psycho roommate can't handle stress. I've known that for a while. Turns out all this pressure from me and from the police made him lose his job.
Karma's a bitch.
I just wish I knew what I've done to deserve the beatdown streak she's forcing on me lately.
Wow. Erm... Geez. You've been dealing with some tough shit.
Sorry I can't help, man.