Okay, I've taken a week off. I've been busy.
But lots of good things have happened...!
1. Ex-Roomie came back on Friday of last week to take away ALL of his things. Yay!!!! I guess he was so disheartened that we wouldn't lend him 50 pesos, he must have humbled himself even more with someone else, to avoid the shame of me taking care of his things a day longer.
2. I have realized working with other people sucks.
3. I just got my first "pedido" that is a whole $2800 pesos worth of product! Ten chokers, and ten wristcuffs, and 35 flowers.
4. And, I have a new roomate lined up for May, after Daniel leaves, and she's sending me the deposit and rent now.
All of this means my life is wuuuuunderful!!!! Yay!!!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
It's not over yet...
*sigh* Ex-roomie came by the house last night. He wanted to talk with me, so I obliged him and went downstairs and to the street.
He started explaining how he had found a place to live, but Sunday the girl told him she had rented it to someone else. At this moment, I felt my heart in my throat - but then he explained that he wasn't worried about where to stay, since the mechanic was going to let him stay in the taller with his car.
I was relieved, but then he explained how he had "uncapitilized" himself completely, and I realized he wanted money. He asked me for 50 pesos, and I said no. By coincidence, I had a ten-peso coin in my pocket, and I fingered it for a moment, but I decided, no. It's better this way.
Then he had to come back an hour later after the Good-Roomie had arrived, since he figures they are on such great terms. It's a guy thing... haha, but no go. D also refused him money.
It sucks, having to be so cold and firm, but ... having him come around more often, and knowing that he'll never realize what the real problem is, well that would suck more.
Lo que pasa es que gana muy bien...! El problema es que lo gasta en el alcohol. Viene a pedir algo de nosotros, como si fuera por un acto de Dios que se quedó sin dinero, pero sabemos muuuuy bien lo que pasa.
Lo sentimos mucho, pero tu ya nos has demostrado que por el alcohol, eres casi incapaz a administrar tu dinero, y tu vida. Por eso te corrí de la casa, por que yo sí tengo las cosas muy en claro, y quiero estar felíz.
A todos modos, todavia hay unas cajas de el en el patio de el. Despues que le negué el dinero, me aseguró que las llevaría muy pronto. Le dije que no se preocupara, y me agredeció mucho.
Por sus inseguridades, piensa que lo odio. No es cierto. Simplemente no tolero su comportamiento alcoholico. Igual, como no puede enfrentar la gravidad de su problema, dice a si mimso "Victoria me odia porque me gusta tomar..."
Whatever.
He started explaining how he had found a place to live, but Sunday the girl told him she had rented it to someone else. At this moment, I felt my heart in my throat - but then he explained that he wasn't worried about where to stay, since the mechanic was going to let him stay in the taller with his car.
I was relieved, but then he explained how he had "uncapitilized" himself completely, and I realized he wanted money. He asked me for 50 pesos, and I said no. By coincidence, I had a ten-peso coin in my pocket, and I fingered it for a moment, but I decided, no. It's better this way.
Then he had to come back an hour later after the Good-Roomie had arrived, since he figures they are on such great terms. It's a guy thing... haha, but no go. D also refused him money.
It sucks, having to be so cold and firm, but ... having him come around more often, and knowing that he'll never realize what the real problem is, well that would suck more.
Lo que pasa es que gana muy bien...! El problema es que lo gasta en el alcohol. Viene a pedir algo de nosotros, como si fuera por un acto de Dios que se quedó sin dinero, pero sabemos muuuuy bien lo que pasa.
Lo sentimos mucho, pero tu ya nos has demostrado que por el alcohol, eres casi incapaz a administrar tu dinero, y tu vida. Por eso te corrí de la casa, por que yo sí tengo las cosas muy en claro, y quiero estar felíz.
A todos modos, todavia hay unas cajas de el en el patio de el. Despues que le negué el dinero, me aseguró que las llevaría muy pronto. Le dije que no se preocupara, y me agredeció mucho.
Por sus inseguridades, piensa que lo odio. No es cierto. Simplemente no tolero su comportamiento alcoholico. Igual, como no puede enfrentar la gravidad de su problema, dice a si mimso "Victoria me odia porque me gusta tomar..."
Whatever.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Nómada - Tienda Intinerante
Despues de un mes de preparacion y precupacion, ya lo vamos a hacer. Empezamos este jueves, en Cafe Gante en el Centro Historico. Vamos a ser 4 - 5 personas, creo que 3 hacen ropa para mujeres, una hace bolsas y yo hago mis famosas muñequeras glam-rockeras.
Nómada
Me entregaron los volantes ayer, hoy veo a las chicas y vamos a empezar a volantear...! Solomente hicimos 4 mil, y la verdad no es mucho, porque la tienda va estar en Gante 4 fines de la semana, brincando el fin de Fusion. Necesitariamos como 8 - 10 mil me imagino, pero pues sera para la proxima...!
Nómada
Me entregaron los volantes ayer, hoy veo a las chicas y vamos a empezar a volantear...! Solomente hicimos 4 mil, y la verdad no es mucho, porque la tienda va estar en Gante 4 fines de la semana, brincando el fin de Fusion. Necesitariamos como 8 - 10 mil me imagino, pero pues sera para la proxima...!
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
los buenos amigos...?
Vi este coche en La Condesa hoy, y se me hizo un poquito raro los nombres en la ventana. ¿Quienes seran? Son un grupo de amigos, un grupo de musica...? Hice una búsqueda en Google, pero encontre muchos nombres y nada concreto. Parece que podria ser el grupo, son de Mexico... pero entonces, que pasó con Erick?
I like to imagine they are a group of friends, that always ride around in the red rabbit. Of course, the names of his 3 best friends are there, but we will never know the name of the owner of the car, since he names himself in the first person.
Alguien sabe quienes son? Es costumbre aqui en Mexico poner los nombres de los cuates en el coche o que...? Jaja, me gustaria saber, pero seguramente muchos han visto el coche, y nadie sabe quienes son.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Rasterbation is Fun!
This:
Becomes this:
Okay, I promise you guys: THIS WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. Omigod. I'm going to decorate my whole house, my whole life!!!
Go to The Rasterbator and get crazy.
Becomes this:
Okay, I promise you guys: THIS WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. Omigod. I'm going to decorate my whole house, my whole life!!!
Go to The Rasterbator and get crazy.
Cerveza y Blogs
Todo el día estaba pensando en irme al sur a conocer los otros bloggers...!Pero por estar cómoda (y con la flojera) en mi casa, no salí hasta las 8:30. Yo me decía, TENGO que irme! Tengo que conocerlos! Es otro grupo a donde puedo pertencer, otros amigos para conocer... !
Conocí a Tlalocman, mi primer amigo en la blogsfera.
Que lastima que no pude hacerme salir mas temprano, sé que la hubiera pasado bien. Pero ya los conoci, y me conocieron, y nos estamos leyendo. Hasta la proxima!
Conocí a Tlalocman, mi primer amigo en la blogsfera.
Que lastima que no pude hacerme salir mas temprano, sé que la hubiera pasado bien. Pero ya los conoci, y me conocieron, y nos estamos leyendo. Hasta la proxima!
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Bad Dreams
OH! Oh! It couldn't be possible, but it happened. Yesterday morning I woke up from a nightmare about MY ALCOHOLIC ROOMIE! Only he was the EX-ROOMIE in my dream.
In my dream:
I had come home really late, and gone straight to bed. In the morning, I got up and was astounded to find 4 Indian businessmen asleep in my living room. There was another bedroom (one that doesn't exist) full of a few other international businessmen. I was distressed, but DRUNK ex-roomie was there to provide his explanation.
It was no big deal he explained, he had been out drinking with these fellows, and since they had no place to go, he brought them back to my house. It seemed very logical and natural to him.
I was livid, I remember screaming at him "PERO COMO ENTRASTE....? ¿SACASTE COPIA DE LA LLAVE...?!!!!!!!!!!" And he very nonchalantly answered, "Sí, pero, es que me convenía..."
Oh, it was horrible. But my dream is a very accurate relection of how it felt to deal with him. He was capable of ANYTHING while drinking, and as long as it suited himself, nothing else mattered. Then, to top it all off, he'd make ME feel like the crazy one.
UPDATE: I almost had a heart attack today because Ex-Roomie called to check in with me about his stuff he has in the patio. He started explaining how he still didn't have anyplace to go live, and for a half a second I thought he was going to ask if he could sleep on the sofa tonight. Now I understand why I'm still having bad dreams about this.
In my dream:
I had come home really late, and gone straight to bed. In the morning, I got up and was astounded to find 4 Indian businessmen asleep in my living room. There was another bedroom (one that doesn't exist) full of a few other international businessmen. I was distressed, but DRUNK ex-roomie was there to provide his explanation.
It was no big deal he explained, he had been out drinking with these fellows, and since they had no place to go, he brought them back to my house. It seemed very logical and natural to him.
I was livid, I remember screaming at him "PERO COMO ENTRASTE....? ¿SACASTE COPIA DE LA LLAVE...?!!!!!!!!!!" And he very nonchalantly answered, "Sí, pero, es que me convenía..."
Oh, it was horrible. But my dream is a very accurate relection of how it felt to deal with him. He was capable of ANYTHING while drinking, and as long as it suited himself, nothing else mattered. Then, to top it all off, he'd make ME feel like the crazy one.
UPDATE: I almost had a heart attack today because Ex-Roomie called to check in with me about his stuff he has in the patio. He started explaining how he still didn't have anyplace to go live, and for a half a second I thought he was going to ask if he could sleep on the sofa tonight. Now I understand why I'm still having bad dreams about this.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Found Furniture
I found this credenza thing on the corner in front of my house. You can see, it looked like shit, but none of it's legs were broken, nor any important parts, like the main shelves.
The drawers from the middle section were gone, and also the two cabinets used to have doors that opened. Still, whaddya I care? I have no furniture, no shelves, no place to put stuff besides the floor - And I have alot of stuff!
This is after I sanded and painted everything a bit. Since the top is particle board, and really badly damaged, I decided just to cover it with something. I decided making it look somewhat like cake frosting would be cool. However, I used "yeso" , which is very cheap, mixes with water, and IS NOTHING LIKE PLASTER OF PARIS, and not like what I call "gesso". The bag doesn't even say what it is, lime, gypsum or whatever.
It looks beautiful, but the next day when it dried I realized the stuff was cracking and falling off, with the slightest movement. For moment I harbored the idea of just painting over it, and that maybe the paint would seal it, but then I realized, NO.
So I took all the yeso off. It took me like 5 minutes, I could practically sweep the stuff off.
I have already started with a new texture material, and this one is acrylic based;).
The drawers from the middle section were gone, and also the two cabinets used to have doors that opened. Still, whaddya I care? I have no furniture, no shelves, no place to put stuff besides the floor - And I have alot of stuff!
This is after I sanded and painted everything a bit. Since the top is particle board, and really badly damaged, I decided just to cover it with something. I decided making it look somewhat like cake frosting would be cool. However, I used "yeso" , which is very cheap, mixes with water, and IS NOTHING LIKE PLASTER OF PARIS, and not like what I call "gesso". The bag doesn't even say what it is, lime, gypsum or whatever.
It looks beautiful, but the next day when it dried I realized the stuff was cracking and falling off, with the slightest movement. For moment I harbored the idea of just painting over it, and that maybe the paint would seal it, but then I realized, NO.
So I took all the yeso off. It took me like 5 minutes, I could practically sweep the stuff off.
I have already started with a new texture material, and this one is acrylic based;).
Monday, April 11, 2005
New Roomate!!!
I had decided to interview as many possible roomates as I could, and then carefully select from them all.
But in the past week, I could only meet with one girl. I had other calls, but people are so flakey... I was in contact by email with several people, but they must not really need a room after all.
Oh, and there was one French kid who called, after I had already decided to rent the room to B, the girl I interviewed. I found his "looking-for" ad online, and it also says he likes "desmadre". No thanks, buddy!
And so, B has come to the house. She seems very private(shy?)and she spent about 4 hours yesterday washing an enormous quantity of clothes. An activity which I can only whole-heartedly approve of!
The remainder of the time(it's only been two days) she spends in her room doing things. Like what, I have no idea. But I don't care!
She's very young, I think she must be really happy to have her own private space.
But in the past week, I could only meet with one girl. I had other calls, but people are so flakey... I was in contact by email with several people, but they must not really need a room after all.
Oh, and there was one French kid who called, after I had already decided to rent the room to B, the girl I interviewed. I found his "looking-for" ad online, and it also says he likes "desmadre". No thanks, buddy!
And so, B has come to the house. She seems very private(shy?)and she spent about 4 hours yesterday washing an enormous quantity of clothes. An activity which I can only whole-heartedly approve of!
The remainder of the time(it's only been two days) she spends in her room doing things. Like what, I have no idea. But I don't care!
She's very young, I think she must be really happy to have her own private space.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Fun Things to Do to Other People
We all went out last night. There was a couple next to us, dancing and feelin' on each other. At some point I realized the guy was on the dance floor with someone else.
I mention this do D. He says, "Yeah, but she just got some text message from some guy. It said, 'Do you want me to forget about you?'" D's a pretty tall fellow, so he can causually spy on those below him. Since he's so far above their line of sight, no one even notices.
D leans in a bit to see the message she sends back: "Ha ha, I'm out dancing...!"
We think this is great! She's on a date with this boy, but she's got another one on the line. Her date thinks he's having the time of her life, 'cause he's out with her and dancing with other girls, but little does he know.
By now we're drunk and silly, so this little scene being played out next to us became the focus of our evening. But it's intense, really. Date comes back, they dance and make out, then he goes to the bathroom and she slides her cellie out of her back pocket. And over and over again.
This actually could happen again. I mean, the fun of it was taking as many pictures of the interaction as possible, and letting them think we're just camera happy, and drunk. D helped out greatly, by his spy work and his willingness to pose for me.
I did start to think that the girl noticed something amiss, but ... I don't think she understood the degree to which we were informed and involved.
We've talked about this before: Digital cameras are fun!
Friday, April 08, 2005
He's Gone AT LAST....!
Last night, AR came home around 8:30, knocked on my door and asked if I was ready to give him whats left of balance. I happily said yes, and I did the caluclations.
Seven days, at $50 pesos each, is 350. Plus the 200 pesos toward the phone bill, plus 50 of the cost of the laberet that was never returned. I gave him 900 pesos.
Then he proceded to hang around, asked if he could make phone calls, and generally try to make jokes and chat with me. Inside myself I wondered, "How on earth could he just be so happy? Shouldn't he be scooting his butt on out of here?" But no, AR wanted a little bit of quality time, or shall we say I-just-need-to-make-sure-that-you-still-like-me time.
I was cool, I humored him, listened in on his phone calls (did he just tell someone he's going to a cantina tonight?) secure in the knowledge that a some point in the night he would leave, and he will never be able to come back.
Finally he got around to packing his stuff in his car. He'll come back today for it. Maybe. Doesn't matter.
He offered to come back today to clean up the room, and I was like, ha! Please, stop it! I don't want you around. Being nice isn't going to change the fact that you're really fucked up.
Also, I found the camera he thought his "friends" had stolen from him. It was under his bed. I think I'll keep it.
UPDATE: AR came Friday night to collect some things out of his car. I gave him back the camera. It was a crap camera anyways, and getting it back made him happier than keeping it would've made me.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
They're Tryin to Scam Me!
I've been getting a few inquiries a day about the room I have for rent. Some of them are just wierd, but there's reasons why. Today I got this:
From : JANE MARK
Sent : Wednesday, April 6, 2005 2:30 PM
To : coyolxautli@hotmail.com
Subject : HIGHLY INTERESTED IN YOUR APARTMENT
Hi
Am JANE MARK,i saw your house and am ready to rent and abide with all rules and regulation you want me to.Am a cool and a nice lady of 28years,i work with UNICEF as a social worker and am currently working for UNICEF in east africa called sudan now.
Am interested in your apartment and i would like to rent it as soon as possible because am coming for my holiday which may take atleast 3months and am ready to pay for it now.
Please send your full name and address and i would tell my personal assistant to send a cheque in your name and you would cash the cheque and deduct your money and send the change through western union to my personal assistant.
Please send all this information as soon as you see this message.I need the house now and am ready to pay for it now.Pls Reply now.
JANE MARK
Apart from the funny english and the insistence that I respond NOW, I'm thinking... She's going on a vacation in Mexico City for that "may take at least 3 months"? From Sudan? And she's ready to send me the money ASAP?
The best part is where I have to send the difference from the big "cheque" they send me back to them Western Union. Now that's FISHY.
I'm not alone, however. Check
From : JANE MARK
Sent : Wednesday, April 6, 2005 2:30 PM
To : coyolxautli@hotmail.com
Subject : HIGHLY INTERESTED IN YOUR APARTMENT
Hi
Am JANE MARK,i saw your house and am ready to rent and abide with all rules and regulation you want me to.Am a cool and a nice lady of 28years,i work with UNICEF as a social worker and am currently working for UNICEF in east africa called sudan now.
Am interested in your apartment and i would like to rent it as soon as possible because am coming for my holiday which may take atleast 3months and am ready to pay for it now.
Please send your full name and address and i would tell my personal assistant to send a cheque in your name and you would cash the cheque and deduct your money and send the change through western union to my personal assistant.
Please send all this information as soon as you see this message.I need the house now and am ready to pay for it now.Pls Reply now.
JANE MARK
Apart from the funny english and the insistence that I respond NOW, I'm thinking... She's going on a vacation in Mexico City for that "may take at least 3 months"? From Sudan? And she's ready to send me the money ASAP?
The best part is where I have to send the difference from the big "cheque" they send me back to them Western Union. Now that's FISHY.
I'm not alone, however. Check
Letter to an Alcoholic
*sigh*
Dear Alcholic Roomie,
I want you to leave now. NOW. I don't care about where you go, about how much money you don't have, about the fact that you have no friends, or any of the other reasons you gave me for not being able to leave last night.
I have absolutely NO ROOM IN MY HEART for any kind of understanding or sympathy. Last week I did, but these weekend you ruined it by:
1. Having a party with a group of people who AREN'T your friends, who STOLE shit from all of us, and who conveniently live AROUND THE BLOCK from me.
You are an absolute idiot of a degree greater than I am capable of imagining. And I'm being nice to say that. I suppose I should mention that your drinking WILL destroy your life, but I suspect somewhere in the recesses of your mind you´re aware of that.
You seem like a good person, but I'm not renting the room to you so I can have a loser to take care of OR tolerate. You might consider going back to your family, so they can fuss over you, or just giving up drinking. 'Cause you can't have your cake and eat it too, I can guarantee you that.
I've never had to be this tough with anyone in my life. It doesn't feel so bad, but it's a shame I have to act like I can't stand you to get you to feel uncomfortable enough to leave. It's a shame every time I've seen you in the past two days I have to have the same conversation with you:
"When are you leaving? Why not? I don't care. Your problems don't matter to me. I want you to leave now. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, get out of my house!"
Don't you feel shitty enough to leave yet? Or do I have to change the locks?
Hoping to see you for the very last time tonight,
Victoria
Ha! And you guys thought Why I Hate My Flatemate was bad!
Dear Alcholic Roomie,
I want you to leave now. NOW. I don't care about where you go, about how much money you don't have, about the fact that you have no friends, or any of the other reasons you gave me for not being able to leave last night.
I have absolutely NO ROOM IN MY HEART for any kind of understanding or sympathy. Last week I did, but these weekend you ruined it by:
1. Having a party with a group of people who AREN'T your friends, who STOLE shit from all of us, and who conveniently live AROUND THE BLOCK from me.
You are an absolute idiot of a degree greater than I am capable of imagining. And I'm being nice to say that. I suppose I should mention that your drinking WILL destroy your life, but I suspect somewhere in the recesses of your mind you´re aware of that.
You seem like a good person, but I'm not renting the room to you so I can have a loser to take care of OR tolerate. You might consider going back to your family, so they can fuss over you, or just giving up drinking. 'Cause you can't have your cake and eat it too, I can guarantee you that.
I've never had to be this tough with anyone in my life. It doesn't feel so bad, but it's a shame I have to act like I can't stand you to get you to feel uncomfortable enough to leave. It's a shame every time I've seen you in the past two days I have to have the same conversation with you:
"When are you leaving? Why not? I don't care. Your problems don't matter to me. I want you to leave now. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, get out of my house!"
Don't you feel shitty enough to leave yet? Or do I have to change the locks?
Hoping to see you for the very last time tonight,
Victoria
Ha! And you guys thought Why I Hate My Flatemate was bad!
Monday, April 04, 2005
Things Could Be Worse, Right?
There's really no point in even blogging about this anymore... I came home tonight after a lovely, relaxing and inexpensive day, to find my living room full of at least 6 teenagers I don't know, smoking and drinking beer, and my drunk drunk roomate.
They left, I yelled at him, and he drunkenly told me over and over again how I shouldn't have kicked them out.
They saved him from they police, who were giving him a hard time since he walked into the OXXO drunk.
I want him to leave NOW. NOW NOW NOW. This sucks more than anything has ever sucked in a long long time. Actually, it doesn't suck as bad as the first week post-op... and I guess it doesn't suck as bad as having to choose between Adolf and Paris...
Soon this will be over. Right?
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Not only is my roomie a drunk; he's also a STALKER!
Yikes!!!
Bad-Roomie announced he was leaving Monday, and Wednesday he asked if he could stay after all, as long as everything is "under control".
I told him No. I pointed out to him that I hadn't kicked him out. He had decided to leave. And that I thought it best that he just stick to his decision. He agreed, and he will leave by the end of the month. Things have been calm since then - he seems to be focusing on working and laying low, and if he's drinkin', he's not doing it in the house.
However, I just found out NEW! informations!!! The
Noche en Guadalajara en Garibali he met a A, a friend of Good-Roomie. Bad-Roomie got her number.
A asked me, "Is he trying to hit on me or what?" I told her I didn't know, but that I thought he just didn't have alot of friends.
Good-Roomie saw A last night and it turns out Bad-Roomie has been calling her and sending her text messages every few days since they met - TWO WEEKS AGO. She hasn't really communicated back, except to apologize for being too busy to talk. That of course is a polite BRUSH-OFF, but hinting only works with normal folks.
He also apparently left a 3 minute song on her voice mail. I'm DYIN' to know what song it was!
I now feel it necessary to acknowledge that I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE WRONG ABOUT A PERSON SINCE FALLING FOR MY CRAZY EX. Those of you that know me know how wrong I was about that one.
Bad-Roomie announced he was leaving Monday, and Wednesday he asked if he could stay after all, as long as everything is "under control".
I told him No. I pointed out to him that I hadn't kicked him out. He had decided to leave. And that I thought it best that he just stick to his decision. He agreed, and he will leave by the end of the month. Things have been calm since then - he seems to be focusing on working and laying low, and if he's drinkin', he's not doing it in the house.
However, I just found out NEW! informations!!! The
Noche en Guadalajara en Garibali he met a A, a friend of Good-Roomie. Bad-Roomie got her number.
A asked me, "Is he trying to hit on me or what?" I told her I didn't know, but that I thought he just didn't have alot of friends.
Good-Roomie saw A last night and it turns out Bad-Roomie has been calling her and sending her text messages every few days since they met - TWO WEEKS AGO. She hasn't really communicated back, except to apologize for being too busy to talk. That of course is a polite BRUSH-OFF, but hinting only works with normal folks.
He also apparently left a 3 minute song on her voice mail. I'm DYIN' to know what song it was!
I now feel it necessary to acknowledge that I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE WRONG ABOUT A PERSON SINCE FALLING FOR MY CRAZY EX. Those of you that know me know how wrong I was about that one.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Mercado de San Juan
I hung out with my friend Elis today. We went to eat and the mercado by Metro Salto del Agua, then we went to Chinatown, and then we went to the Mercado de San Juan - the one that's famous for all of its delicacies!
The coolest thing was that everyone was really friendly. Everyone was quite happy to let me take pictures, you could see they were used to it, and proud of their stock!
The coolest thing was that everyone was really friendly. Everyone was quite happy to let me take pictures, you could see they were used to it, and proud of their stock!
Love Letters
Daniel has decided to contact Gordon:
Hey Gordon!
How are things going? Still busy? I read Rich's blog and it definitely seems that way...(You guys are so full of shit and you know it)
Anyway, just checking in on the money situation.(I still want it) Haven't seen Victoria in a month, our schedules are so criss-crossed that she's sleeping when I'm working and vice-versa!! (We´re both doing 10 x's better now than before when we worked for you) Needless to say, I have been unable to communicate with her about the paycheck to see if she received hers.( We have talked about this problem extensively and are actively exploring legal options)
We don't have a telephone and my cell broke, (No money) so I have been unable to call and check in with you. I thought about dropping buy spur of the moment, but I know you have a full schedule (we know you're at home playing solitaire on your computer) so unfortunately I must write you from this internet cafe (look how far I've come down because of you). Please let me know when I can swing by to pick up the check!!
Even though I don't work for you anymore (thank God!), I'm really pleased to know that your business is growing!! :)(We know you're lost in the mire of unpaid bills and unnecessary expenses as always... but keep a stiff upper lip! Things may improve, someday... well, probably not, but that's why we don't work for you any more)
Hope to hear from you soon!(I want my money!)
Best(of luck - you need it!),
Daniel
We are eagerly awaiting the reply.
UPDATE: Gordon has responded, pleasantly as a matter of fact. He says we will get our money soon. We´ll see about that.
Hey Gordon!
How are things going? Still busy? I read Rich's blog and it definitely seems that way...(You guys are so full of shit and you know it)
Anyway, just checking in on the money situation.(I still want it) Haven't seen Victoria in a month, our schedules are so criss-crossed that she's sleeping when I'm working and vice-versa!! (We´re both doing 10 x's better now than before when we worked for you) Needless to say, I have been unable to communicate with her about the paycheck to see if she received hers.( We have talked about this problem extensively and are actively exploring legal options)
We don't have a telephone and my cell broke, (No money) so I have been unable to call and check in with you. I thought about dropping buy spur of the moment, but I know you have a full schedule (we know you're at home playing solitaire on your computer) so unfortunately I must write you from this internet cafe (look how far I've come down because of you). Please let me know when I can swing by to pick up the check!!
Even though I don't work for you anymore (thank God!), I'm really pleased to know that your business is growing!! :)(We know you're lost in the mire of unpaid bills and unnecessary expenses as always... but keep a stiff upper lip! Things may improve, someday... well, probably not, but that's why we don't work for you any more)
Hope to hear from you soon!(I want my money!)
Best(of luck - you need it!),
Daniel
We are eagerly awaiting the reply.
UPDATE: Gordon has responded, pleasantly as a matter of fact. He says we will get our money soon. We´ll see about that.
I want the 4000 pesos you owe me!
I worked for Gordon last year, before my back problem, and I started working for him as soon as I got back to Mexico in January.
I knew he had a history of not paying on time, but I was sure I could get around that, or that if I just handled things right, I could get paid (mostly) on time.
So, so wrong.
I started pushing for my money, and they pushed back. They actually got defensive and acted offended...? This gave me the ammo needed to drop a class I had with them for a new class, with a new school, who 1) Pays Teachers First Always and 2)Pays More Money.
I thought I could keep the few classes I had with Gordon, pick up new classes with the new wonderful got-their-shit-together school, but alas, in a matter of weeks the few other classes I had got cancelled or apparently decided not to continue on.
I still hadn't received any money from them, and I had a wierd empty feeling about the sudden loss of all my classes with them.
I was right. I had apparently been "let go of". My ex-roomie from hell is a partner for this school, and he has a blog I check out occasionally. Please read for an alternative version of above events - in case you don´t recognize me, I am "Miss Pierced".
My current good roomie Daniel is the other fellow mentioned who also had to be taught a lesson and let go of. He has a story too, but it comes down the same thing: you give back what you receive. They also owe him a large chunk of money.
I really really need the money. And I really really hate THEM. I'm so sorry their business is going so badly, but THATS NOT MY PROBLEM.
I knew he had a history of not paying on time, but I was sure I could get around that, or that if I just handled things right, I could get paid (mostly) on time.
So, so wrong.
I started pushing for my money, and they pushed back. They actually got defensive and acted offended...? This gave me the ammo needed to drop a class I had with them for a new class, with a new school, who 1) Pays Teachers First Always and 2)Pays More Money.
I thought I could keep the few classes I had with Gordon, pick up new classes with the new wonderful got-their-shit-together school, but alas, in a matter of weeks the few other classes I had got cancelled or apparently decided not to continue on.
I still hadn't received any money from them, and I had a wierd empty feeling about the sudden loss of all my classes with them.
I was right. I had apparently been "let go of". My ex-roomie from hell is a partner for this school, and he has a blog I check out occasionally. Please read for an alternative version of above events - in case you don´t recognize me, I am "Miss Pierced".
My current good roomie Daniel is the other fellow mentioned who also had to be taught a lesson and let go of. He has a story too, but it comes down the same thing: you give back what you receive. They also owe him a large chunk of money.
I really really need the money. And I really really hate THEM. I'm so sorry their business is going so badly, but THATS NOT MY PROBLEM.
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