Sorry if your delicate sensibilities are dinged. My prose is the same as my spoken word. I would use the same words and language if we were sitting beside one another at the diner. I am sorry that you are unhappy with your situation, but what myself(in my own profane way) and others are trying to point out, is that if you do the impulsive thing, avoid the hard road take the easy way out, you really have no gripe at the end result. I am sure you are a good man Cody, I am glad you have a life partner that loves you,but life has been no more unfair to you than it has anyone else. Peace Bro!
Well, Beth, and the rest, I'm watching the NFL Playoffs and haven't got time to answer the BS posts. Beth, and whom ever, I had my own work ethics and simply didn't/wouldn't take crap from a boss, let alone a company. Just didn't need it. Wife and I don't care about any of your pensions! Both of us will be retired on SS and savings and that's fine with us. My wife just likes working and will continue to look, no matter where we end up moving to here. There are plenty of Seniors that don't get a pension and live quite well on what SS and savings they do get/have. So, why don't all of you go after them, tell them off and how wrong they were not to stay with a company for 40 years and get a nice pension. Some might just tell you off! Anyway, I'm going to continue watching this game. So, that's it for me here. No more arguing with any of you. We are happy and KC is winning.
First of all, dude, we wouldn't have dinner with someone who speaks like you. And, I'm not your "Bro"! LOL
Ya know, you keep opening this door and answering it the same way. In other words, you put things out there for folks to examine and offer suggestions, then you slam the door in their face each and every time. In the beginning, everyone was sympathetic to your circumstances and even offered up some extremely good ideas but alas, after turning every single idea down for whatever reason you expect more sympathy? Instead of being a total boor, why don’t you at least thank some of those folks for at least trying to help out. Maybe then, they’ll be a bit friendlier on your next journey of uh.....(should I Frank?). Imponderables. Folks tend to get a little irate when you keep making excuses and shutting people down hence, the lashing back thing.
@Cody Fousnaugh Are we adults here, or skulking children "umbrellaed" away from everyday harmless phrases like "balls"? Frank
@Cody Fousnaugh Choose your dinner attendees carefully, then; avoid embarrassing adult language, or better, eat alone, as I do..... Frank
Uh, isn’t there some slightly off color language at the local “boot ‘n scoot.’? If my memory serves me correctly, the gentleman and his lady like to have a couple of brews at saloons where rodeo guys go. The last time I wandered into one of those joints, not one person ever said....gosh. Of course, times have changed and it’s been eons since I last visited a bar of any kind so maybe the verbiage is milder now.
Well, she continues her job search. Had an in-person interview yesterday that is looking good, but who knows. The job is a short distance away, 8AM to 5PM and Monday thru Friday only. Just what we both want her to have. She also has a couple of phone interviews this coming week. New neighbors moving in next to us and above us next week. Can only hope they respect those that go to bed at 10PM and have to get up the next morning for work (once wife gets a job). We can't stand living next to "night owls" that make to much noise.
Since this thread had become rather tense.. I will only comment that I side with @Cody Fousnaugh on this one.
We all make decisions as to what to do with our lives. Well, actually, some people don't really make decisions but simply take things as they come, which is a decision in itself, I suppose. Planning for your retirement is sound advice, but it's too late for most of us here, so that is why that kind of talk comes off as unproductive criticism or gloating, so it should be no surprise that it is abrasive to those who did not do so. One of my cousins who was one of my best friends, growing up, had always been obsessed with accumulating more. While the rest of us were putting baseball cards in the spokes of our bicycles or leaving them out on the lawn at night, he was hoarding his, often unopened. Other little treasures that we might come across, while the rest of us would trade things, or play with them, once they got into Robert's hands, they were squirreled away somewhere. While my cousins would talk about getting out of the little town we grew up in, where they could find opportunities, I was happy in Wallace, and it even angered me that anyone would want to leave. As it turned out, during one of my hitchhiking trips to California, I found a job, which led to another job, and another. I didn't scheme or plan for anything yet, in my entire working career, I have only applied for my first few jobs. After that, I was recruited. At forty, I still didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up. But I worked hard at whatever job I was doing, and when the job wasn't fun anymore, I was open to new adventures. Other than my time in the paper bag industry, which were my best-paying jobs, not even counting 100% medical, dental, and eye care, I remained at most of my jobs for six years. That wasn't a plan, but that's how it worked out. I was always promoted, not only because I worked while I was at work, but because I have never been able to tolerate being subordinate to an idiot, and because I have never felt like I needed a job badly enough to grovel. In my experience and observations, those who are most desperate for a job or a promotion are the least likely to get it, and an attitude that says, "I don't need you, you need me," is one that is most often successful, as long as you don't come out and actually say that. I would have made more money in my life had I stayed at Duro Bag Company, as well as a retirement plan. But, while I was comfortable in the job, I hated working there, and after I was recruited into taking an EMT course to help out with the volunteer ambulance service in the town I was living in, I decided that was what I wanted to do. Unless you work for an EMS service operated by a large city, or through a fire department, there isn't much in the way of a future in EMS. It's a great job, and that is the part of my working life that I can look back on with the most pride. It was a great experience, but some of the people I worked with are still working as EMTs and paramedics in their 70s because the pay isn't great, and there's no retirement. I could have remained as the program chairman of a state college EMT program. Between two campuses, I had more than two hundred students in my classes each quarter, and everyone who passed my program passed the state certification or national licensure exams. They were happy with me, and if I didn't want to work every day but Sunday, as I did, I could have cut the program back considerably and my job would not have been threatened. The program chairman of one of the college's nursing programs took in only fifteen students a quarter, and her job wasn't threatened. But I got bored with it, the college was late in getting our contracts to us, and I was offered an opportunity to buy into a private ambulance service, so I took it. That was fun also, but it wasn't a good investment, as our profits went back into the business. That's my story. I have no retirement plan. My wife and I are each working 30 hours a week from home, for the same company, and we have Social Security. But we own our home, as well as a camp on a hundred acres of land, which we could sell if things went south, or when we're too old to get out there. It doesn't annoy me when people brag about how they spent their entire adult life preparing for their retirement because that's a responsible thing to do, but I can understand why others might find it annoying since it's not like they can have a redo. I enjoyed my life. I didn't live it frivolously, but neither did I spend the best years of my life preparing for the end of it. I worked at jobs that I enjoyed doing, and when I no longer enjoyed it, I did something else. I know plenty of people who have tried to prepare for their retirement and it doesn't always work out. When the mill closed in Millinocket, the town that I live in reneged on the retirement plans for people who had made their careers working for the town, looking forward to a retirement plan that included 100% medical. Of course, they sued, but they lost. Many of those who had worked for the paper mill here in town lost out on their retirement plans, as the company changed ownership a few times during its last couple of decades of operation, and some companies honored their promises while another took the money and ran back to Canada. My cousin, Robert, by the way, is divorced and living in an apartment in Wallace.
I'm just thinking..including you 2 that's 3 different apartments that have been let in the last few months... sounds like it might be a transient apartment block. Never a good thing...
I knew a lady that worked for the County of Orange in Fullerton, California. A person could retirement with them after 10 years of service, and she did. Thing is, a couple of weeks after she retired, and was going to get a very nice pension, the County went bankrupt. She never seen a penny of pension/retirement pay. Both of us would've loved have a nice pension today, but, due to lay-off's, company or department closing or moving from one state to another, that didn't happen. Generally, a person had to work for a large/major company, the city-county-state or Federal Government, like their job/manager/co-workers, hours/days to get a nice pension. Very few people, if any, quit working for the Post Office or other government agency. There are those that will disagree with those that say "whatever it took, I stayed with the company". IOW, they don't care how they were treated, the hours and/or days given them or how far away from home the job was. A nice pension can definitely come at a price for a person, and there are those that simply won't "pay that price" even if it hurts them at the retirement/Senior age.
I talked to the assistant manager and she tells me that, in the winter, more people move out and many end up buying a house. Our next door neighbor told me that they were moving back to San Antonio, Texas because her mom leaves there. She wasn't happy at all that she had to be in her vehicle in order to smoke a cigarette. This is a "non-smoking" property, but the property manager told her that she could smoke in her vehicle, but that was the only place. So, if she wanted a cigarette, and it was 10 degrees or less outside, she'd still have to go to her vehicle for a cigarette. The neighbor above us, either bought or rented a house. One young lady that lived here, use to work for the CDC and drives a new Audi. I looked up the reviews/ratings for this complex and 95% of the former residents gave a 5 out of 5 star rating for the place. And, after leaving here now for 6 months, and seeing that the majority of the residents here are both Millennials and Generation X folks, they are the ones that write and read the reviews and want to live here. Actually, after driving by some apartments around the area we live in, this complex looks the very best. Yes, "the very best".
Gotta suck to have upstairs neighbors. I have lived in side by side apartments but not in multifloor. I wish your missus good luck in finding something that suits her.