I should have been forewarned when the first tenant had a wild beer party which included her sitting on the front steps soliciting drunken boys for phone numbers. Such a nice mother who pays her rent and would have been concerned to see little girl freshman cut loose out on her own for the first time. Confrontation, refreshing her memory of how I had firmly used the words "not a party house." Clear to me, clear to her mother not clear to little freshman girl.
Requested she move which is difficult for me to do since I'm basically kind. Negotiations with her mother, me suckered into giving her a second chance. Really wasn't wanting to lose money since the herd of available students has now thinned. Apologetic note accepted. One week later - party resumed. Drank the beer somewhere else at least, otherwise no difference.
In the words of Delores Claibourne, "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me."
Delores is a fictional character with more common sense then me. I am glad to have given the student a second chance though. My conscience is clear. Her mother lost money in the process and I'm sure was stressed as I was by the entire debacle.
Lack of adequate communication is at the root of many of life's problems. The mom understood the words "no party house" and all that the definition entailed. The daughter didn't. I wish her well but omg am I glad she is gone.
And September continues...
The aftermath of my venture into the world of business in the guise of being an article broker is the loss of a favorite buyer. Why didn't I appreciate him more, send his articles faster instead of sporadically. It wouldn't have mattered actually. As soon as he noticed I was trying to be a buyer he was lost to me. The man was a perfect buyer. He sent me work on a general subject, said do 8 or 10 articles on it, whichever I preferred and paid immediately. He wasn't going to make me rich - but then neither is anyone else.
He never criticized me once. Hell, I liked him better than my second husband.
Most buyers I've encountered were trying to rush me. No problem. At least I felt as if they wanted my writing.
When something seems to be too good to be true why oh why do I keep thinking maybe - against all odds - this time it will be beneficial. Judge Judy why have I not believed you?
Somewhat shockingly a buyer has not only "ordered" me to slow down but criticized me for writing about something that he himself didn't know about the topic.
After a week of voluminous praise to motivate me I've been accused of being not only too fast and sloppy and not bright enough for the seo work I would have greatly enjoyed doing - BUT - outright dishonesty. I wouldn't pass off someone else's work as mine. I do believe there's a word for that - plagiarism - as everyone knows. Besides ethics, I love my own writing too much.
Now I have the dilemma of choosing to make nice and go on following the carrot of higher earnings being dangled in front of me. Weigh the options - subservience and more money on one side - or a non-productive angry outburst of rightious indignation that will bounce off him like a harmless drop of water and he'll take his money elsewhere.
Hmmm. Faux subservience - make nice - make money? Or act out my anger?
I'll give myself time to decide. Hmmm what is more important - rebelling against my own insignificance or lounging comfortably on my new leather couch and love seat - sooner rather than later.
Yes - I'll give my insulted self at least a nanosecond. What's another emotionally painful episode in an already dysfunctional life...
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