Update-A Long Time Coming

Holy crap. I forgot that I started this blog. And here I go, reading and ready to be nostalgic. If you want to know how I feel about that, put your tongue between your lips and blow. Here's all that's happened since.

1.) Not a good Goddamned thing came from Kyle's business. It helps if you uh... try? umm... give a shit? Promote at all? Want to even do it? what a tank of funding. I made enough to get us into our own apartment and out of his dad's apartment. And he made enough to give me 6 or 7 dollars a week to spend wildly from his tips valet parking. He saved himself $800. It was good that he had that. I clued in and realized that he never had my back and never intended to. He was too immature to understand anything. We just... we weren't on the same level. He needed every dime to get the fuck out. I wish I could say it was more ceremonial than that. What I recall most is him wanting to take so much from the kitchen. He only decided two weeks before that he wanted to learn to cook more than mac n' cheese. I had been cooking dinner even after work when he had done nothing all day. Nearly all the pots/pans/dishes/utensils were mine before he ever moved in. Ass.

2.) Working for that apartment community was hell on earth. Two of those pics weren't even from the property where I worked. Most of the girls were bitchy. Everyone was a hopeless gossip. No one gave me a fair shot. Everyone treated me and talked to me like I was retarded. Oh puhleeeez. I don't think there was a single idea that came out of anyone there that even vaguely impressed me. What they were is a bunch of conceited, materialistic, superficial whores. The ex-salon worker with the drug-pedaling boyfriend/baby daddy of just one kid- the other baby daddy in jail- think she's somebody loser. The assistant manager with the boyfriend she calls a husband who she's marrying for the money and slept with every guy on property while he was away on business, can't get hold of herself enough to be professional in front of residents bitch. How about the Pennsylvanian leasing agent that only ever leased because she couldn't handle school and said three days before her boyfriend who moved to Florida with her and proposed to her on a surprise trip to Puerto Rico under a waterfall with the ring she's obsessed over for years and he's carried around for a year that she doesn't think she even likes him enough to stay with him for another month- airhead. Let's discuss the psycho property manager who fired their excellent service manager of 20 years to give her highschool friend and glorified trash picker a better job when he didn't even have a single certification after calculating a huge lie to tell the regional manager, baby-obsessed, self-centered, do little, wacko. Then there's the super incredible, awesome, tired-souled, service technician who stuck it out in that soul-crushing hell hole just long enough to meet me, swap properties to Cielo, and live happily ever after. I love that part of the story.

3.) I totally forgot that I didn't vote in the last election. I got to vote in the primary though. The country is generally upset at the outcome. Obama's approval rating is maybe in the 60-something percent range. It's unfortunate that he hasn't got a lot of support. I'm still hopeful. He said at the outset that the kinds of problems we have aren't going to be fixed overnight. He's under a lot of scrutiny for not having met some of his deadlines he cited in campaign promises. There are still troops being sent to the middle east. Health care hasn't been reformed yet. I still say, he had a clusterfuck to clean up. It's going to take some time just to sort through the pieces. Good luck prez!

4.) I met Terry and we both moved to Cielo. Yes, we were both still married and ready to call it quits on the unions. The property we went to was the land of misfit toys. We didn't fit in to the normal descriptions of property manager, leasing agent, service manager, service tech, porter, etc., as outlined by the corporation. That's what made us so awesome. We hauled the property's numbers up and had a blast doing it. Terry and I moved in together and not long after, decided to persue a larger adventure. We applied for some jobs out of state and he was hired as the service manager at a property in San Marcos Texas. Here I am... stay at home girlfriend. I get the coffee... do the laundry... walk the dog... etc. I also spend some time online, paint, and try to meet people, among other things. I'll keep up on this. There will be more later.