Changing The Game

Or maybe it's the plan...

As much as I want to be a miser and hole away money and pay shit off fast so we can hole away money, I am thinking I will have to be a little more flexible to find a place like what we want...

We were supposed to go see two communities today after work, but after I told Collin how rude one had been on the phone he didn't even want to give them the time of day. I don't blame him. The chick was a bitch about it like we were taking time away from her by coming in for a quick chat and maybe a partial tour of the community. If that's how they treat potential residents how nice do you think they are to the people who already live there?

We did see the other one though. I wish it was more of what I had imagined it to be because the price was dead on for what the stingy bitch inside of me was looking for. Key word being was. It was poorly laid out and everything was beyond dated... Plus there was very little natural light. Also, the pack of kids running around and screaming like little psychopaths was a big turn-off for me.  Yea, I was saddened by this tour, but not too much. It gave me much needed perspective on what I want out of our next place. If this means we pay closer to what we are paying now (but still less!!!) to get better quality so be it.

After I post this I intend to resume the hunt, but with new, less miserly eyes. Wish me luck... It's March first and that scares the crap out of me...

Another thing that pissed me off at the place we did see: the dude who gave us the tour kept calling Collin, Carl. AND we had to keep telling him over and over when we were hoping to move in! And I mean like at least four or five times... At one point he even tried to correct me when I said our current lease ended April 30th, he's like, "You mean March 31st." And I said, "No, our lease ends at the end of April which is why we would like to start moving in the weekend before the last weekend of April so we can take our time."

Yea, after the shit day I had at work I was not in the mood. Plus I don't think I would like coming home to that place after a shitty day at work. I'm sure it's a nice place, and it is totally affordable, but it's not the right place for us.

So here I go again (on my own! Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter I was born to walk alone....). Please tell me you see the funny in this... If not then I know my parents messed me up more than I thought... Google it.

Crimini Mushrooms.