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I'm having a few beers (as I mentioned in the beer thread) as I pack up all my shit to get ready to move in a few hours.
I've been living out in the country for the last two years with the woman I've been dating for three years. Well, that ran its course (she ended a three-year relationship with a letter stuck to the fridge one night, so obviously I'm dodging a bullet here), so now it's time to meander back into civilization. Turns out this current climate is fucking horrific for trying to find a house to rent in my city, yet the apartments are dying to find tenants. It's also not the best time to be finding somewhere to rent, but my employer has (for some reason) kept me around during this pandemic and (for some reason) just gave me a raise.
I also got really lucky that a friend happened to be looking to move at the exact same time. I'm a roommate kind of guy, and obviously the splitting costs part of it is huge.
I got called into my boss's office earlier this week. My boss is my fairly new boss who used to work at our rival paper (and ours many years before that), and I considered him to be a mentor even when he worked for our rival. He's just that kind of cool ass dude. He actually tried to hire me over there about a year ago, and I told him I just couldn't do it even though I wanted to work with him. I didn't want to drive that much farther every day and not make that much more money. Well, my great luck was that he ended up coming back home to us a couple months later.
Anyway, he calls me into his office and tells me to shut the door. That's never good, because in our large, open-air newsroom, that's always meant that you're about to get fucked up. And I constantly have reason to be concerned, as a sports writer when there's no local sports actually going on for the last four months, but he immediately tells me I'm not in trouble. OK, excellent, but I tell him I'm slightly in a bit of trouble because a few leads I had for stories weren't returning phone calls, etc.
That's OK, he says, then tells me he recommended me for a raise and wanted me to keep an eye out on my paycheck to make sure I got it. Then he apologized to me because it wasn't as much of a raise as he wanted to give me, due to the current climate. So, while many other people in my line of work are getting furloughed, taking pay cuts, getting laid off, etc., I'm being apologized to because my pay bump isn't as high as it could've been. That's fucking incredible, considering what's going on right now. Working for a smaller, privately-owned company has its benefits.
And it's especially helpful because I am going to be fucking broke for a little while after paying first+last month rent up front, plus a non-refundable pet deposit. There's still enough left over for a few beers, at least, and I'm selling off some shit that I really don't need so I can have a little more breathing room financially.
It's an exciting day, even if a few uncertain days are about to follow. I've got to pick up the U-Haul in a few hours, and I've got a couple of my boys who are willing to help move a few pieces of furniture around.
A new era begins now. 2020 has fucking sucked for the most part, but now it's time to throw a Nate Dogg chorus onto those shitty verses and turn it into a classic.
I've been living out in the country for the last two years with the woman I've been dating for three years. Well, that ran its course (she ended a three-year relationship with a letter stuck to the fridge one night, so obviously I'm dodging a bullet here), so now it's time to meander back into civilization. Turns out this current climate is fucking horrific for trying to find a house to rent in my city, yet the apartments are dying to find tenants. It's also not the best time to be finding somewhere to rent, but my employer has (for some reason) kept me around during this pandemic and (for some reason) just gave me a raise.
I also got really lucky that a friend happened to be looking to move at the exact same time. I'm a roommate kind of guy, and obviously the splitting costs part of it is huge.
I got called into my boss's office earlier this week. My boss is my fairly new boss who used to work at our rival paper (and ours many years before that), and I considered him to be a mentor even when he worked for our rival. He's just that kind of cool ass dude. He actually tried to hire me over there about a year ago, and I told him I just couldn't do it even though I wanted to work with him. I didn't want to drive that much farther every day and not make that much more money. Well, my great luck was that he ended up coming back home to us a couple months later.
Anyway, he calls me into his office and tells me to shut the door. That's never good, because in our large, open-air newsroom, that's always meant that you're about to get fucked up. And I constantly have reason to be concerned, as a sports writer when there's no local sports actually going on for the last four months, but he immediately tells me I'm not in trouble. OK, excellent, but I tell him I'm slightly in a bit of trouble because a few leads I had for stories weren't returning phone calls, etc.
That's OK, he says, then tells me he recommended me for a raise and wanted me to keep an eye out on my paycheck to make sure I got it. Then he apologized to me because it wasn't as much of a raise as he wanted to give me, due to the current climate. So, while many other people in my line of work are getting furloughed, taking pay cuts, getting laid off, etc., I'm being apologized to because my pay bump isn't as high as it could've been. That's fucking incredible, considering what's going on right now. Working for a smaller, privately-owned company has its benefits.
And it's especially helpful because I am going to be fucking broke for a little while after paying first+last month rent up front, plus a non-refundable pet deposit. There's still enough left over for a few beers, at least, and I'm selling off some shit that I really don't need so I can have a little more breathing room financially.
It's an exciting day, even if a few uncertain days are about to follow. I've got to pick up the U-Haul in a few hours, and I've got a couple of my boys who are willing to help move a few pieces of furniture around.
A new era begins now. 2020 has fucking sucked for the most part, but now it's time to throw a Nate Dogg chorus onto those shitty verses and turn it into a classic.
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