All I ask is that people tell me the truth the first time. Not later when I ask why their story has changed, but the first time. Just tell me, I can take it. I'm a big girl. I know I'm embarking on the brokest part of my life so far. Don't pull the band-aid off slowly for God's sake.
Dreamworks gave me a relocation assistance contact. They take you out for the day, show you around, and show you 6 to 10 places in your price range. I'm going to Redwood City next week and I have an appointment on Thursday. And when I first talked to them, they said that based on my income I could go up to probably $1800 a month for rent. They asked what I wanted, and I said a 2 bedroom because I have a desk that's necessary for the second job. I asked if I was crazy. She didn't say I was crazy. Actually what she said was, "Never say never."
Today I heard from the actual person who will be showing me around. He said, "So you're looking for a one bedroom?" Uh, no... that made me nervous. So I sent an email to the lady I talked to last week, the head honcho from what I can tell. And she writes back and says, a two bedroom really isn't realistic for your price range. Ok, so why couldn't they tell me that in the first place? It's not like I didn't ask.
These people are sucking up $600 of my relocation allowance. And I'm not keeping the Web site as a second job so I can pay more rent, I'm doing it because I committed to finishing the project and then being on hand to maintain it afterwards. This second job is a done deal. California will suck up half of it in taxes but what can you do. I can't do the job at all if I don't have room for the equipment, and they can't run their business without this site.
So I have this flashback to when I first moved to College Station. My mom and I went to a place that did apartment and rental house hunting. It looked like a real estate office. We went in, met a man, sat down across from him at his desk. He asked what we wanted to pay and we told him.
So then he says, "How tall are you?"
Uh, about five-eight.
"Well, that might work..." He paused while he studied me. Then, "I have a short house."
A what?
We get in our car and follow him to a neighborhood of small, run-down houses, very much a poor college student neighborhood. We go into this blue house. I look up, and the ceiling is about an inch from my head. If I hadn't been looking, I would have hit my head on the light fixture.
But wait, there's more. Grass was growing on the windowsills. The place smelled like a murder might have been committed there and the embalming took place in the kitchen. Which, by the way, had a much higher ceiling than the living room. The further into the house you went, the higher the ceiling got. This prize location would cost me $475 a month.
It was such a scam it wasn't even funny. Although my mom and I did laugh all the way out of town. A short house. I'd never heard of such a thing. But he knew what he was doing. Show them a piece of shit for more than it's worth, and then they'll pay anything to live anywhere else. Well, it worked, but we didn't go through him. I got a 2 bedroom apartment for $800 without his help.
I'm not going to spend $600 of a $3000 moving allowance only to be shown another short house. At least the scam artist in College Station was free. This is making me nauseous. Time for a miracle I guess.
Dreamworks gave me a relocation assistance contact. They take you out for the day, show you around, and show you 6 to 10 places in your price range. I'm going to Redwood City next week and I have an appointment on Thursday. And when I first talked to them, they said that based on my income I could go up to probably $1800 a month for rent. They asked what I wanted, and I said a 2 bedroom because I have a desk that's necessary for the second job. I asked if I was crazy. She didn't say I was crazy. Actually what she said was, "Never say never."
Today I heard from the actual person who will be showing me around. He said, "So you're looking for a one bedroom?" Uh, no... that made me nervous. So I sent an email to the lady I talked to last week, the head honcho from what I can tell. And she writes back and says, a two bedroom really isn't realistic for your price range. Ok, so why couldn't they tell me that in the first place? It's not like I didn't ask.
These people are sucking up $600 of my relocation allowance. And I'm not keeping the Web site as a second job so I can pay more rent, I'm doing it because I committed to finishing the project and then being on hand to maintain it afterwards. This second job is a done deal. California will suck up half of it in taxes but what can you do. I can't do the job at all if I don't have room for the equipment, and they can't run their business without this site.
So I have this flashback to when I first moved to College Station. My mom and I went to a place that did apartment and rental house hunting. It looked like a real estate office. We went in, met a man, sat down across from him at his desk. He asked what we wanted to pay and we told him.
So then he says, "How tall are you?"
Uh, about five-eight.
"Well, that might work..." He paused while he studied me. Then, "I have a short house."
A what?
We get in our car and follow him to a neighborhood of small, run-down houses, very much a poor college student neighborhood. We go into this blue house. I look up, and the ceiling is about an inch from my head. If I hadn't been looking, I would have hit my head on the light fixture.
But wait, there's more. Grass was growing on the windowsills. The place smelled like a murder might have been committed there and the embalming took place in the kitchen. Which, by the way, had a much higher ceiling than the living room. The further into the house you went, the higher the ceiling got. This prize location would cost me $475 a month.
It was such a scam it wasn't even funny. Although my mom and I did laugh all the way out of town. A short house. I'd never heard of such a thing. But he knew what he was doing. Show them a piece of shit for more than it's worth, and then they'll pay anything to live anywhere else. Well, it worked, but we didn't go through him. I got a 2 bedroom apartment for $800 without his help.
I'm not going to spend $600 of a $3000 moving allowance only to be shown another short house. At least the scam artist in College Station was free. This is making me nauseous. Time for a miracle I guess.
