Not really funny, sad is more to the point. The good news out of this experience these last few days is that I am back to work. On Tuesday I came home—Lilly and Tom’s home—from going to the library to look over my emails, send out new resumes to potential employers and reading the local news from the Twin Falls Times.
Now when I got there Tom was talking and I heard my name mentioned in the conversation. Curious, I went into the kitchen and announced myself. He gave me a taciturn look then said, “We have to talk, and you aren’t going to like it.”
As I mentioned before he doesn’t mince words but comes right and tells the honest by God truth whether you like it or not. I probably wasn’t ready for what he had to say, but deep inside suspected it had to do with my responsibility to him and Lilly when it came to money matters and household expenses.
“You haven’t been pulling your weight around here and we need you to fork over $500 by Wednesday or you can get out.” He used an expletive after ‘get,’ but I won’t repeat that word fearing it might offend some of my loyal readers.
Then he went on a rant about how they have suffered these past few months, working harder and going further into debt and I haven’t helped one bit and somehow the issue with my book marketing got in the mix in which he opined, “You won’t make a dime from.” Also another similar expletive after ‘a.’
It’s been very hard on all of us and I didn’t have an answer that he would have liked, and I wasn’t angry enough at him to come back at him with an “Oh yeah, well (expletive) you too!”
“I knew I was relying too much on my own self confidence that I would have money coming in from remote jobs that I was sure would pouring to me. That never happened. Instead, I was nearly scammed at least twice, and probably got my finances hacked by someone unscrupulous. I’ve been running in the red all this past month and so Wednesday when I got my check, saw to my chagrin I didn’t have $500 to give them.
I sat in the library wondering what my best options to this were. There was only one, move back to Spokane and see about getting my old job back. So, I emailed my former manager at the casino. I gave her the sob story that was genuine. She replied back that there was an opening and I needed to let her know so that she could hold it for me.
So now, I had to tell my stepdaughter the other news, which I knew she wouldn’t like, that I was coming up here and I needed to move back into my house, the one she and her hubby were renovating so we can put it on the market and sell.
While she was sympathetic to my plight there were already six people living in her house now. I replied to her text that I am the homeowner, which in my book trumps her complaint that the house was already full.
Her reply, the house is a mess, it wasn’t in the contract, and she was the renter. Wife then called wanting to know what was going on and why her daughter was blowing up her phone. I told her, and she told me no, don’t go there.
I then allowed her to go ahead and talk to her and come up with a mutually benefitting solution. I then went to Tom and Lilly’s house and packed everything that would fit I my Charger and then heard her voice in the other room.
She came in—my wife that is—and told me that they made arrangements that I would stay at a friend of her and her husband’s for $300 a month. So, on this Thursday evening, I am here in Spokane, with the expectation that tomorrow I was going to go back and work at Northern Quest once again.