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Tech Trades / Want to buy 50 tech.
« on: June 06, 2007, 03:03:16 pm »
1.1 million for 50 tech, with 100k going to middle man.
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After work I stopped by a store down here and as I walked to the counter I met...her. The perfect girl. Long blonde hair, great body and wearing the shirt with the NES cartridge on it that says "Blow me". We started talking and hit off. She's in to anime video games and she's part polish. We spent the rest of the day together and as we walked down the moonlit path at Carribian Beach, I turned to her looked her deep in the eyes and said "So I heard you like mudkips." She looked back and said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air' I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rareBut I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
If you were to ask me last week if I was breaking up with you, the answer would have been yes.
For the past week, my mother, grandmother, and I have spent every afternoon and evening cleaning the house. Literally on our hands and knees scrubbing, re-caulking, waxing, washing, vacuuming, dusting, polishing, packing, and painting, all in preparation for yesterday's visit by a real estate agent. I've had absolutely zero time to do anything else but. Between being on my own all last week at work in a brand new job struggling without lunch breaks because my boss went away on vacation and there was no one else to help students, meetings I suddenly had to last-minute go to, working longer hours than usual, and then going home to clean until 10, 11pm at night, I am not only physically drained, but emotionally drained. I'm at wits end, I'm frazzled, and I'm barely thinking straight.
And it's not going to get any better.
The real estate agent wants our entire house packed up. Everything. Posters, pictures, books, video games, video game units, DVDs, CDs... even extra boxes of food have to be packed up and moved out of the house so she can take photos of all the rooms and bring potential buyers through. We have until May 12th. And my parents still haven't decided if they want to sell the house.
Then there's the reality of me losing my job at the end of August... just about the same time I'll need to be moving into an apartment. As it stands, Jeff and I might be moving in with Maggie and Justin. I was able to escape one night and go out to dinner with the two of them to discuss the idea. Justin's 100% for it, as is Maggie. But until I get it in writing, all we have is a fantastic fantasy idea. I've been meeting with people on campus looking for job opportunities, and have meetings scheduled even into next week. I have a resume to get together, jobs to start looking for, and figure out just what the hell I want to do with the rest of my life.
Did I mention that my car's dying and I'll need to get a new one? Where's the money coming from? Haven't a clue. But the car is most likely not going to last until the summer, let alone the fall.
I've got one parent who can't make up her mind and taking all her frustration out on me, another parent who says one thing then does another, and a brother who is fighting everyone every step of the way. I've got apartments to look for and students emailing me at all hours of the night pissed they can't graduate. I've got a boss whose been on vacation who I can't contact for help. I'm working through lunch breaks because students are coming into the office every five minutes demanding to speak with me about their graduation application. And now I've got grandparents and aunts calling me paranoid that after the VT incident, one of my students is going to come into my office and shoot me because he or she can't graduate in May.
And to top it all off, I read how you're complaining no one's calling you, the person you miss the most is your dog, and that you want to move to Florida. Then I give my opinion on how to revive the message board and I'm shot down and told I'm posting in the wrong forum. You're lucky my response was "Ask me if I care" for the first draft of my reply was far, far more colorful.
I received all of your emails, but it's taken me this long to calm down and attempt to think clearly. That's why I've stayed off IM, for I knew if you had IMed me I would have exploded and ended everything, severed all ties with you and not thought twice about it. That's the type of person I am. I have no problems cutting all forms of communication with someone I'm extremely angry at--or angry in the moment at--and not once regretting it. And had you caught me at all last week--even if you called--that's exactly what would have happened.
I'm most likely not going to be on IM anytime soon, and trying to get ahold of me at work is damn near impossible. I'm currently operating on two hours sleep after tossing and turning all night long over everything that still needs to be done to the house, I'm suppose to be here until 3:30, 4:00pm, and it's taken me since 9:00am to write this email for I'm constantly being interrupted by phone calls and walk-in students.
And don't even ask me if we've made plans to visit Disney. Dad's been fighting with Accounting since the end of March trying to get everything straightened out and done. He's currently in Las Vegas for the National Association of Broadcasters convention, and won't be back until Monday. Then it's back to work (the television station was heavily damaged in the heavy rain/wind storm, so that's top priority when he returns) and fighting with Accounting when he's not in NYC or Delaware for meetings. Disney right now is so low on the radar I don't even see it. So I wouldn't get your hopes up that you'll be seeing me in May because without Dad's discounts, there's no way in hell I'd be able to afford it on top of everything else I need to save up for. And you have no idea how much I was looking forward to the trip to escape this hell hole.
Everything has piled up at once, and I'm doing my damnedest to stay afloat. Each day that goes by, it's getting harder and harder. I'm not avoiding you. I'm attempting to stay in one piece.
Jenn