Archive for June 18th, 2007

Steve is eatin’ a sub and isn’t letting the dogs have any…

Winston is not amused.

Winston and Zelda have a new favorite treat

Is it good for them? No.

Did they rip open an empty bag of them and lick out all the sour sugar? Yes.

The Sweet Taste of Freedom!

So I’ve been thinking of ways that I can get more information to the masses (including my mother) when I move.  I was thinking it might be neat to do some video posts so that I can jam more content into a post and also so that my mother and sister can see that I am still alive!

I guess the only bad thing here is that I think then it opens my videos up to a whole world of people who will then be able to see me…it could be fine, but it could go badly I guess.  I’m pretty sure you can put private posts on Youtube though, so I guess I shouldn’t be worried!

Maybe I’ll try some when I start packing up my stuff as a little video diary of a big move.  Not that I’m cutting out the writing, but if I post some videos, then I will actually have something that I can show my mom without having to show her the old bloggo!

One thing I’ll say about knowing you’ll be leaving an office position is that it becomes a whole new battle to get myself motivated to work.  I start thinking, “Pfft.  I’m not going to even be here, why am I working on this?”  But I guess I have to keep up with appearances so I don’t look like a total jackass.

Oh man I can’t wait for that one week off.  Ooooooh baby.

Keeping it classy.

What can I say more than this is probably the most stressful time I’ve ever had to go through!  Moving has generally become a huge pain in the ass as SO MANY landlords have either decided “whoops, I don’t want dogs, I just remembered that,” or they just don’t get back to me at all.

We actually gave up an apartment that I had been approved to rent in a really nice area because we had another really great prospect that looked like it was a sure thing.  That would be the apartment I wrote about in my previous post.  We even had a copy of the lease signed by the agent to the landlord, and then “OOPS!  I DON’T WANT DOGS, even though my craigslist ad said that I didn’t mind.”  Needless to say I was extremely upset by this and wrote a rather upset email to this woman.

Then we caught wind of another apartment.  Brand new, never lived in, in Yaletown.  This woman managed to be convinced of my normalcy by the fact that she was actually on the Board of Directors of the organization that I will be working for in Vancouver.  WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!  Anyhow, she said that she was going to rent to us, and to have us a lease in no time.

Then she went to see the apartment, and raised the rent $100 a month, and wanted a bigger damage deposit.  She also wanted me to mail her the money without having signed a lease yet, AND without even knowing the ADDRESS of the apartment.

What am I?  Stupid?

Now don’t get me wrong, this woman is actually a real-estate agent whom I have checked up on.  She bought this apartment to use as extra equity.  You’ve got to be flat our crazy though if you send a huge chunk of money out to BC without ever having even signed anything ensuring that you will get an apartment in return for sending cheques.

I understand that there are going to be trust issues on both sides, but I am really starting to feel like this is more a case of “guilty until proven innocent” instead of the other way around.

I realize people can get burned on stuff like this, but when I offer you the phone number of the new boss, whom you can actually go and SEE in person, I would say that it’s probably a good indication that I am being legitimate.

Being at the whim of someone else is the worst thing in the world.  I can’t wait to actually BUY property someday so that I don’t have to deal with stuff like this ever again. 

And also, I’m sure it’s been said again and again, but what the hell do people have against dogs?!  I can’t believe the number of people who don’t want dogs, but will take cats.  Not that I don’t love cats, but come on, my dogs are trained to go to the bathroom in a litter box, so essentially they are exactly the same as a cat—they just bark sometimes instead of meow.

I get that people would be worried to rent to someone with a large dog, but when it’s a dog that is 13″ high?  Come on!  Seriously, if they could actually meet these dogs they would be in puppy heaven I’m sure.

I’m pretty sure the stress of this moving crap combined with my job made me really ill last week, but luckily there are only 3 weeks left of work!  I resign on Thursday!  Yikes!  Has anyone out there resigned from a real job like this before?  I don’t know how much or how little to tell the boss!

“Yeah, it’s just not working for me, so here’s my two weeks.”

“You guys treat me like crap and frankly, I am sick of it and I quit.”

“I can’t work for someone who can’t decipher the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ when writing mass emails.  I’m out of here!”


I think those are all pretty classy remarks, no?

June 2007
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