It's Oscar Sunday. I remember watching the Oscars with my mum since I was a little boy. It was mum who got me started with my fascination of movies. She'd take me to various theaters to watch many different types of movies, sometimes they were films of the horror genre. As a child, I remember mum telling me to duck down behind the seats in front of me because she just knew something scary was going to happen and didn't want me to be influenced by it. I knew the coast was clear and that I could sit back down in my own seat when I either heard screams from other viewers or popcorn flew above and around me from those startled or both.
Years later I was told why she took me to the movies so often. Mum chose to go to the movies as a way of escaping what was happening at home -- the friction between her and my da. I also learned that she didn't leave me at home with him because she didn't think da would know how to take care of me properly. My father's father died when he was a little boy and his mum never remarried. My mum, as well as my mum's mother, figured that since my da never had that male role model growing up that he wouldn't know how to be a father to me. When I, as an adult in my early thirties, heard those reasonings from my mum, it angered me. It angered me because both she and her mother never really gave him a chance to be the father he could have been. For the most part, the only time he had those fathering moments was when mum was around. I think of that and I wonder that perhaps if he'd have been given the opportunity to father me as best as he knew how, that maybe he wouldn't have left mum and I when I was a teenager.
As far as I know, I'm the last of my family line. With the exception of second cousins and whomever else, I'm it. I was always the only child. I would have had an older brother, but mum miscarried and the baby died (I'll go further to say that the baby wasn't with the man I came to know as my father, but with a different man -- a man of "rebellious and wild ways" -- whom mum knew before she met my father). Both of my grandfathers died before I was born. Both of my grandmothers are gone as well. No aunts, uncles, or cousins. I'm it. As far as I know. No one ever found my father. He disappeared a week before Christmas when I was seventeen and was never heard from again. Mum and I, relatives and friends all tried as best as we could to find him and even had police detectives on the search, but no trace could be found. Many months was spent in the UK as well in hopes that he'd be found, but the end result was he was gone without a trace. When he left, all da took with him was his wallet, his passport, a suitcase of clothes and the car. The car was found at the airport, but he wasn't registered as being on any flight. The detective felt that da left the car there as an attempt to lead the investigation to the airport whilst he fled somewhere else, possibly choosing a different mode of transportation altogether.
It's odd that I should think upon that on this day. As I started writing this entry, I had no idea I'd share that bit of information about my life. I suppose deep in the recesses of my mind I still think about him. My feelings on why he left and in the manner he chose to do so are those of anger and sadness. I haven't known nor seen him for over half my life now, yet I still wonder about him. Of course I've done my research on and off throughout the years whether talking to friends of the family, venturing on-foot throughout different places in the UK we frequented as a family, and even using the internet. Still, nothing. From time to time I'd even check the obituaries of various newspapers, reading as far back as I could or as far back as from when I'd checked it before. Again, nothing. Da wanted to disappear. And disappear, he did.
As I watch the Academy Awards tonight, I wonder if I'll think of him. I wonder if I'll think of the times I had to duck behind seats at mum's command. I wonder if I'll have the feeling of appreciation of loving movies, both new and old, thanks to mum introducing them to me (though her way of going about it could've, in my opinion, been more approving). Sure, I've chosen whom and which film I think will win tonight. But something tells me my mind will be elsewhere. For a while, anyway.
Until nex time...
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Yesterday, Valentine's Day, was a complete joy. It wasn't fancy or full of swans, dozens of roses, or gobs of chocolates. It was simple. Remember the acronym K.I.S.S.? Keep It Simple Stupid. That's what Valentine's Day was for Steven and I. It was simple, memorable, and full of happiness. Although we had talked a while back about using up a gift card we got for Christmas and going out to eat, Steven wasn't up for that physically as his health is still improving. So after my work day was complete I settled myself at home; ran a couple of errands, did a few chores, the usual. After supper I lit a fire in the fireplace, dimmed the lights, and put a movie on for us to watch as we sat in our recliner sofa. Comfortable. Relaxing. Elegant. And simple. Was it perfect? Perhaps. I don't really think about how perfect or imperfect things are when I'm enjoying the company of the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Why be distracted by such a thought? I prefer to enjoy the moment I'm in as best as I can without having to think so hard about it. And that's what I did last night.
Work is going smoothly. Or close to it, at least. I do have a vacancy coming up by the end of the month as well as another one in the building I'm temporarily manager of. I wish my boss would hurry up and hire somebody to manage that building. To work so hard at managing both apartment buildings yet not getting medical or dental benefits for doing so doesn't settle well with me in the slightest. I'm working full-time yet not getting what other full-time managers are getting through the company I work for. That, to me, is highly unacceptable. My boss as had almost three months to hire somebody to fill that position and has yet to do so. It is my opinion that through this course of time I'm being taken advantage of. Does that set well with me? Absolutely not. The more I think upon it, the more it grates at the very core of my being. I've known for some time that my blood pressure is higher than normal and can often times feel an ache in my chest. Have I seen a doctor about it? No. Because I can't afford to. And even if I did and got a prescription for heart medicine, I doubt very seriously I'd be able to afford it. Why? Because I don't get benefits!
Look here at my complaints:
* With the exception of the two vacancies coming up, I've gotten both buildings full. Usually one would get a bonus for having done so. But not me. Barely even a "thank you" (that "thank you" came from my boss' assistant, but not my boss himself).
* When the second building fell into my lap unannounced, I proved that I could manage both buildings effectively and efficiently. My boss said I could manage both. But he didn't clear that with the owners of the buildings. So when the owners of the buildings found out about that back in December, they told him they preferred a mananger to live on-site at that building and to hire one. Why would he allow me to manage both buildings without consulting the owners first? Which leads to this...
* About a week-and-a-half before Christmas I was at the other building handing out notices and Christmas cards. During that time Steven was on the laptop and came across an ad. He brought that ad to my attention when I got back to the office. The ad was for the hiring of an on-site manager for the second building I was managing. I was stunned! In the ad was the name and phone number of my boss' assistant. When I called her and asked her what was going on, she didn't know. Not even my boss told her about the ad. I got off the phone with her and then she called me back saying he told her he felt pressured by the owners to hire someone so he placed the ad. She said he would call me back and apologize to me after he got out of a meeting. To this very day I've never gotten that phone call.
* Usually Christmas cards would be mailed or hand-delivered by your boss or the company you work for, right? At least maybe a phone call or a "Merry Christmas" in passing. I mailed Christmas cards to my boss and his assistant. Did I get one? No. Not even an e-mail. No card, no Christmas bonus, nothing. I guess maybe it's a little unrealistic to have expected one, but I'm not used to the "silence" from such during the holidays.
* I "live" in a 2-Bedroom apartment. I say "live" because although it's considered a 2-Bedroom unit, the second bedroom is actually the detached office of the apartment building itself. 2-Bedroom apartments in this building go for approximately $900.00 per month. That's what I pay. My question is this: Why am I paying $900.00 a month for a 2-Bedroom apartment when I actually live in only a 1-Bedroom unit? Why am I paying rent for the office space? Why am I paying rent for something that's work-related? The space Steven and I live in, compared to other units in the building of approximately the same size, should go for at least $725-$750 per month. Now, although the gas and electricity are not in my name but in the name of the company I work for (by boss and owners), I actually am paying those bills when you consider the difference in prices of $725 compared to $900. I am paying for the electricity and gas and even more. I knew this about a month after I started working for the company. Did I mention anything about it? No. Why? Because with the way the economy was and the percentage of unemployment I was glad to have even had a job. And, even though I feel mistreated or disrespected at times, I'm still glad to have a job.
* In early December I sent them the phone bill for the office phone of the other building. They didn't pay it until over a month later. About a week before the payment was received by the phone company, I couldn't receive calls and I couldn't make calls. This meant I couldn't check for messages. It also meant that I couldn't receive phone calls from tenants or others inquiring of vacancies. One would think that of all the bills that need to be paid (electric, gas, phone, vendors, etc.), paying the phone bill is rather important.
I'm not going to go on and on with other times or instances where I felt disrespected. I could, but I won't. I think I've made my point. Both apartment buildings are up for sale, especially the one I'm the on-site manager of. It's my baby. It gets my main attention first and foremost. And the owners have told me that and have absolute confidence in that I can handle the building successfully. But I'm hoping this one sells soon. Because then maybe things will be different. Maybe. There's always a bit of a risk when an apartment building sells. Whoever buys it might want a different manager on-site. Then again they might not, especially after reviewing the rent-rolls and discovering how full the building is. The building I manage has 28 units (the other building has 37). A full building means money is coming in. But if the building has seven or more vacancies in it and has had such month after month after month, something's wrong there. Not to boast, but I'm good at what I do. I've been an apartment building manager on and off for many years. Even my mum and da were apartment managers when I was a teenager. I helped them out with cleaning apartments, painting them, and learned light maintenance skills during that time. So I know a few things. After a while, though, the business starts to wear me down. I don't have an assistant, so I'm on-call all the time. Getting away for even a weekend can be risky.
That's just about how I feel now. A bit worn out. Steven and I have talked over the months about moving back up north so that he can be closer to his family. I'm the last of my family line, so I consider his family my own. It's not quite the same, of course, but they're not from Wales or Scotland, either. So being different is okay. But the more we talk about it and the more we plan, the more we tend to think that things are actually pretty good right now. What used to be considered a probable 95% chance of us moving is currently more like a 60% chance. We doing okay financially in that I'm paid $10.00 per hour above the required 15 hour work week for various manager task duties and $15.00 per hour for whatever painting, cleaning, or maintenance work I do. Steven doesn't work right now, but that's okay. He can't. So he gets government assistance. That combined with my income gets us by without too much of a bother. While I work, he does whatever tasks at home he can: cleaning, laundry, cooking, running errands, and so on. We make a good team and I'm so very thankful for him. I certainly couldn't do both. However, if there's one thing we know it's this: That which is "certain" isn't always so "certain." So we've been saving our money for whatever may come our way.
We've discussed the idea of where we'd live once we move to Skagit County. Steven's parents have a lot at a secured and very wooded campground. Although we wouldn't stay on their lot, there are other lots for sale of which are quite affordable. Steven's rather new trailer, which is for sale, could be taken off the market and put on whichever lot best suits us. We'd be living simply, that's for sure. We'd have to downsize considerably, which is something we've also discussed and planned for. If that were to happen, we'd still have enough money to float us a few months before I'd have to look for another job. If, however, the trailer were to sell, we'd look into buying a used mobile home. That could be costly which would mean I'd have to find a job right away.
Anyway, we've been planning. We've both considered having the big move happen sometime toward the end of May. But, well, now we're not so sure. We have friends here, I'm involved in a church here, I'm working and we have a nice home (we're paying too much for it, but it's still nice). On the other hand, Steven's family is up north: His mum and da, his son and his girlfriend, his sister and her husband and children, and Steven's daughter and son-in-law and their two children. If we stayed here, we'd have to get a vehicle that's more dependable so that Steven or both he and I could head up north at least once a month. I know Steven could definitely have a fulfilling and pleasant week up there every once in a while. He's missing out on too much of their lives. Seeing family during Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter... that's just not enough. Steven is down here because of me, because he wanted us to get back together and try being in a relationship again. And he has me. God knows he does.
All I can say right now is this: Things are the way they are. And though I'm thankful for the now, it's only in planning things out that I can be thankful for the then.
Until next time...
Work is going smoothly. Or close to it, at least. I do have a vacancy coming up by the end of the month as well as another one in the building I'm temporarily manager of. I wish my boss would hurry up and hire somebody to manage that building. To work so hard at managing both apartment buildings yet not getting medical or dental benefits for doing so doesn't settle well with me in the slightest. I'm working full-time yet not getting what other full-time managers are getting through the company I work for. That, to me, is highly unacceptable. My boss as had almost three months to hire somebody to fill that position and has yet to do so. It is my opinion that through this course of time I'm being taken advantage of. Does that set well with me? Absolutely not. The more I think upon it, the more it grates at the very core of my being. I've known for some time that my blood pressure is higher than normal and can often times feel an ache in my chest. Have I seen a doctor about it? No. Because I can't afford to. And even if I did and got a prescription for heart medicine, I doubt very seriously I'd be able to afford it. Why? Because I don't get benefits!
Look here at my complaints:
* With the exception of the two vacancies coming up, I've gotten both buildings full. Usually one would get a bonus for having done so. But not me. Barely even a "thank you" (that "thank you" came from my boss' assistant, but not my boss himself).
* When the second building fell into my lap unannounced, I proved that I could manage both buildings effectively and efficiently. My boss said I could manage both. But he didn't clear that with the owners of the buildings. So when the owners of the buildings found out about that back in December, they told him they preferred a mananger to live on-site at that building and to hire one. Why would he allow me to manage both buildings without consulting the owners first? Which leads to this...
* About a week-and-a-half before Christmas I was at the other building handing out notices and Christmas cards. During that time Steven was on the laptop and came across an ad. He brought that ad to my attention when I got back to the office. The ad was for the hiring of an on-site manager for the second building I was managing. I was stunned! In the ad was the name and phone number of my boss' assistant. When I called her and asked her what was going on, she didn't know. Not even my boss told her about the ad. I got off the phone with her and then she called me back saying he told her he felt pressured by the owners to hire someone so he placed the ad. She said he would call me back and apologize to me after he got out of a meeting. To this very day I've never gotten that phone call.
* Usually Christmas cards would be mailed or hand-delivered by your boss or the company you work for, right? At least maybe a phone call or a "Merry Christmas" in passing. I mailed Christmas cards to my boss and his assistant. Did I get one? No. Not even an e-mail. No card, no Christmas bonus, nothing. I guess maybe it's a little unrealistic to have expected one, but I'm not used to the "silence" from such during the holidays.
* I "live" in a 2-Bedroom apartment. I say "live" because although it's considered a 2-Bedroom unit, the second bedroom is actually the detached office of the apartment building itself. 2-Bedroom apartments in this building go for approximately $900.00 per month. That's what I pay. My question is this: Why am I paying $900.00 a month for a 2-Bedroom apartment when I actually live in only a 1-Bedroom unit? Why am I paying rent for the office space? Why am I paying rent for something that's work-related? The space Steven and I live in, compared to other units in the building of approximately the same size, should go for at least $725-$750 per month. Now, although the gas and electricity are not in my name but in the name of the company I work for (by boss and owners), I actually am paying those bills when you consider the difference in prices of $725 compared to $900. I am paying for the electricity and gas and even more. I knew this about a month after I started working for the company. Did I mention anything about it? No. Why? Because with the way the economy was and the percentage of unemployment I was glad to have even had a job. And, even though I feel mistreated or disrespected at times, I'm still glad to have a job.
* In early December I sent them the phone bill for the office phone of the other building. They didn't pay it until over a month later. About a week before the payment was received by the phone company, I couldn't receive calls and I couldn't make calls. This meant I couldn't check for messages. It also meant that I couldn't receive phone calls from tenants or others inquiring of vacancies. One would think that of all the bills that need to be paid (electric, gas, phone, vendors, etc.), paying the phone bill is rather important.
I'm not going to go on and on with other times or instances where I felt disrespected. I could, but I won't. I think I've made my point. Both apartment buildings are up for sale, especially the one I'm the on-site manager of. It's my baby. It gets my main attention first and foremost. And the owners have told me that and have absolute confidence in that I can handle the building successfully. But I'm hoping this one sells soon. Because then maybe things will be different. Maybe. There's always a bit of a risk when an apartment building sells. Whoever buys it might want a different manager on-site. Then again they might not, especially after reviewing the rent-rolls and discovering how full the building is. The building I manage has 28 units (the other building has 37). A full building means money is coming in. But if the building has seven or more vacancies in it and has had such month after month after month, something's wrong there. Not to boast, but I'm good at what I do. I've been an apartment building manager on and off for many years. Even my mum and da were apartment managers when I was a teenager. I helped them out with cleaning apartments, painting them, and learned light maintenance skills during that time. So I know a few things. After a while, though, the business starts to wear me down. I don't have an assistant, so I'm on-call all the time. Getting away for even a weekend can be risky.
That's just about how I feel now. A bit worn out. Steven and I have talked over the months about moving back up north so that he can be closer to his family. I'm the last of my family line, so I consider his family my own. It's not quite the same, of course, but they're not from Wales or Scotland, either. So being different is okay. But the more we talk about it and the more we plan, the more we tend to think that things are actually pretty good right now. What used to be considered a probable 95% chance of us moving is currently more like a 60% chance. We doing okay financially in that I'm paid $10.00 per hour above the required 15 hour work week for various manager task duties and $15.00 per hour for whatever painting, cleaning, or maintenance work I do. Steven doesn't work right now, but that's okay. He can't. So he gets government assistance. That combined with my income gets us by without too much of a bother. While I work, he does whatever tasks at home he can: cleaning, laundry, cooking, running errands, and so on. We make a good team and I'm so very thankful for him. I certainly couldn't do both. However, if there's one thing we know it's this: That which is "certain" isn't always so "certain." So we've been saving our money for whatever may come our way.
We've discussed the idea of where we'd live once we move to Skagit County. Steven's parents have a lot at a secured and very wooded campground. Although we wouldn't stay on their lot, there are other lots for sale of which are quite affordable. Steven's rather new trailer, which is for sale, could be taken off the market and put on whichever lot best suits us. We'd be living simply, that's for sure. We'd have to downsize considerably, which is something we've also discussed and planned for. If that were to happen, we'd still have enough money to float us a few months before I'd have to look for another job. If, however, the trailer were to sell, we'd look into buying a used mobile home. That could be costly which would mean I'd have to find a job right away.
Anyway, we've been planning. We've both considered having the big move happen sometime toward the end of May. But, well, now we're not so sure. We have friends here, I'm involved in a church here, I'm working and we have a nice home (we're paying too much for it, but it's still nice). On the other hand, Steven's family is up north: His mum and da, his son and his girlfriend, his sister and her husband and children, and Steven's daughter and son-in-law and their two children. If we stayed here, we'd have to get a vehicle that's more dependable so that Steven or both he and I could head up north at least once a month. I know Steven could definitely have a fulfilling and pleasant week up there every once in a while. He's missing out on too much of their lives. Seeing family during Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter... that's just not enough. Steven is down here because of me, because he wanted us to get back together and try being in a relationship again. And he has me. God knows he does.
All I can say right now is this: Things are the way they are. And though I'm thankful for the now, it's only in planning things out that I can be thankful for the then.
Until next time...
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Thursday, February 4, 2013
It's been a good day thus far. I've gotten a lot accomplished both personally and with my work at the apartment buildings.
Regarding work, the errands have been run, the office work has been fulfilled, installation of a secured cigarette butt container has been done for the T****s building, and notices posted. And, as of last night, I don't have any vacancies in either the Travis building nor the P******e apartment building. That is until about the middle of this month when I'll have a 1-Bedroom available in each. But people call regularly enough and I advertise the units with appealing specials, so I doubt they'll be vacant for long.
Regarding personal tasks, I've done some necessary shopping for food and supplies and have also gotten the laundry going as Steven is still a bit under the weather. When he got the flu, I think he caught his share of the virus as well as someone else's. He's doing what he can, though, around the house; dusting, sweeping, mopping... that sort of thing. I caution him not to overdo it. I make it a point to ask him if there's anything I can do or get for him.
I've gotten lucky thus far in that I haven't gotten sick at all. And that's good. I don't have time to get sick. And if I got sick, I'm quite sure I'd work through it anyway. I might cut back a couple of hours each day until I got better. But it's not like I have to be around people in a crowded office or anything like that. I'm in my own little office. Of which I pay rent for. Oh! Did I say that? I'm sorry. That will have to wait until another day.
I've had this job since mid-July of last year and I like what I'm doing. What I don't like is that I feel as though I'm some sort of adult babysitter. That and I don't like being tied to a phone just in case someone calls and has an emergency. And I'm not tied to just one phone, I'm tied to two of them. That is until my boss finds and hires a new manager for the T****s building, someone who can be a live-in manager. I was supposed to be the manager of it and my boss said it was okay, but he didn't clear that with the owners of the building who insist on having someone on-site.
The T****s Apartments fell into my lap in early October 2012 because the previous manager flaked out. After a month of proving myself and busting my backside, making order out of chaos, I asked my boss if I could manage the 38-unit building for an extra $1200 above what I make at the P******e Apartments. He said I could. And he shouldn't have.
My boss has had almost two months to find and hire someone to take over that building. As of today, I haven't heard anything about a replacement. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, though, because I'm actually getting the extra money for the time being (minus taxes, of course). But once someone is hired I won't be getting the $1200 nor will I be getting the medical and dental benefits.
I'm rather bitter about that. Why would he do that? Why would he give me the okay to be the full-time manager of both buildings without the owner's knowledge nor approval to do so? I cleaned up the building, inspected it from top to bottom, kicked out a problematic tenant, turned a confusing and unorganized office into an organized and well-functioning one, and I brought it down from having 9 vacancies to having 0 vacancies and all within 4 months time.
And he hasn't yet found nor hired a replacement.
Well, he'll be in a bit of a fix come May when I inform him that Steven and I will be moving up north to be closer to Steven's family. I will let him know in early May that Steven and I will be gone by the end of that month. That's about three week's notice, plenty of time considering that I really only have to give him two. And if he can't handle it, well I guess that's what he has an assistant for. I don't want to hear, "But couldn't you stick around until I find someone to replace you and then train the person?" "Sorry," will be my reply. "I'll be gone by the end of May."
You'll have noticed the ****'s. I've done that on purpose as I'm rather certain those names could be pulled up rather easily through a Google search. I don't want to run the risk of being canned or anything just yet in case my boss gets nosey or whatnot. That would ruin our plan to save up as much as possible until we move. Steven and I have come up with a Plan A, B, C, D, and E, so I think we're okay. His parents are concerned, but when it comes right down to it Steven and I have to do what's best for us. Steven came down here for me. He has me. And now he, we, need to be closer to family; closer to his parents, his kids, his grandkids, and closer to his sister and her husband and family. In our opinion, it's the healthy and wise thing to do.
Anyway, that's about it for now.
Until next time...
Regarding work, the errands have been run, the office work has been fulfilled, installation of a secured cigarette butt container has been done for the T****s building, and notices posted. And, as of last night, I don't have any vacancies in either the Travis building nor the P******e apartment building. That is until about the middle of this month when I'll have a 1-Bedroom available in each. But people call regularly enough and I advertise the units with appealing specials, so I doubt they'll be vacant for long.
Regarding personal tasks, I've done some necessary shopping for food and supplies and have also gotten the laundry going as Steven is still a bit under the weather. When he got the flu, I think he caught his share of the virus as well as someone else's. He's doing what he can, though, around the house; dusting, sweeping, mopping... that sort of thing. I caution him not to overdo it. I make it a point to ask him if there's anything I can do or get for him.
I've gotten lucky thus far in that I haven't gotten sick at all. And that's good. I don't have time to get sick. And if I got sick, I'm quite sure I'd work through it anyway. I might cut back a couple of hours each day until I got better. But it's not like I have to be around people in a crowded office or anything like that. I'm in my own little office. Of which I pay rent for. Oh! Did I say that? I'm sorry. That will have to wait until another day.
I've had this job since mid-July of last year and I like what I'm doing. What I don't like is that I feel as though I'm some sort of adult babysitter. That and I don't like being tied to a phone just in case someone calls and has an emergency. And I'm not tied to just one phone, I'm tied to two of them. That is until my boss finds and hires a new manager for the T****s building, someone who can be a live-in manager. I was supposed to be the manager of it and my boss said it was okay, but he didn't clear that with the owners of the building who insist on having someone on-site.
The T****s Apartments fell into my lap in early October 2012 because the previous manager flaked out. After a month of proving myself and busting my backside, making order out of chaos, I asked my boss if I could manage the 38-unit building for an extra $1200 above what I make at the P******e Apartments. He said I could. And he shouldn't have.
My boss has had almost two months to find and hire someone to take over that building. As of today, I haven't heard anything about a replacement. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, though, because I'm actually getting the extra money for the time being (minus taxes, of course). But once someone is hired I won't be getting the $1200 nor will I be getting the medical and dental benefits.
I'm rather bitter about that. Why would he do that? Why would he give me the okay to be the full-time manager of both buildings without the owner's knowledge nor approval to do so? I cleaned up the building, inspected it from top to bottom, kicked out a problematic tenant, turned a confusing and unorganized office into an organized and well-functioning one, and I brought it down from having 9 vacancies to having 0 vacancies and all within 4 months time.
And he hasn't yet found nor hired a replacement.
Well, he'll be in a bit of a fix come May when I inform him that Steven and I will be moving up north to be closer to Steven's family. I will let him know in early May that Steven and I will be gone by the end of that month. That's about three week's notice, plenty of time considering that I really only have to give him two. And if he can't handle it, well I guess that's what he has an assistant for. I don't want to hear, "But couldn't you stick around until I find someone to replace you and then train the person?" "Sorry," will be my reply. "I'll be gone by the end of May."
You'll have noticed the ****'s. I've done that on purpose as I'm rather certain those names could be pulled up rather easily through a Google search. I don't want to run the risk of being canned or anything just yet in case my boss gets nosey or whatnot. That would ruin our plan to save up as much as possible until we move. Steven and I have come up with a Plan A, B, C, D, and E, so I think we're okay. His parents are concerned, but when it comes right down to it Steven and I have to do what's best for us. Steven came down here for me. He has me. And now he, we, need to be closer to family; closer to his parents, his kids, his grandkids, and closer to his sister and her husband and family. In our opinion, it's the healthy and wise thing to do.
Anyway, that's about it for now.
Until next time...
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