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May. 2nd, 2002
Since when did I become such an expert?
May. 2nd, 2002 02:18 pmCrap - I was up to after midnight last night trying to talk a total stranger down from a mad panic induced by an eviction notice. She was totally convinced she was going to have to evacuate inside of three days -- poor thing was absolutely SICK.
And I was just as convinced she had nothing to worry about. What da?
I'll have to quote Rey - "I shouldn't know this." Fuck, but I do. She had nothing to worry about - after today, and some information from informed sources, I'm certain she will be able to make a plan that she can execute - and all the parties will be on their way to going their separate ways. Her landlord will get the tennants who will pay $1300 a month (she was paying $850) and she will get into a new place away from the dumbshit.
I was the landlord who wanted to get rid of a tennant, you see. And I found out just how HARD that can be for the landlord. The tennant has all the rights, in California.
That's something they don't tell you.
One. You have to give 30 days notice in writing. That, this guy did. But he also went back on it, hedging that he was going to work with them on it. That aside, she didn't take it seriously - only mistake she made. But not a fatal one. Why?
Two. Your tennant must leave of their own volition - that 30 days in writing only informs them you want them to leave. They can stay right where they are, without even paying you...your only recourse is to file an unlawful retainer and wait for a court date to plead your case and get an eviction notice from a judge to the Marshall's office.
That process can take 90 days.
So she could easily stay put for the next four months - it won't be pretty - she won't be this landlord's favorite thing - but nothing more can be done against her.
Should they touch her possesions, she or her husband, her utilities, whatever - they can call the cops and have them arrested.
After midnight. Finding her legal representation. Trying like hell to talk her down. She wasn't eating. She wasn't sleeping. She was physically ill once and had to leave the chat to go throw up.
And I am so dead sure she's going to be fine, I'm playing dirty games like guilt trips to get her to center and focus.
Since when did I get to be so fucking smart? I doubt seriously I am --
I think it's more likely I've gotten to the point where nothing scares me anymore. But that's not true, either. Ask Jim - I'm a scaredy-cat deluxe riding shotgun on the freeway and don't ask me to ride rollercoasters. There is one overpass downtown I avoid like the plague. It's just too fucking high up.
But threaten me? No. I don't think so. I'll manage. Just let me put a plan together I can execute - then I'm fine.
I really wanted to know she was going to be okay, though. She seemed intelligent, if totally panicked.
Maybe it was just payback for my frustrations when I really HAD to get rid of a tennant and couldn't - oh, how dare that so-and-so say he was going to kick them out? He couldn't do that - I know for a fact he couldn't! How dare he scare this poor woman half to death? She was one of those lucky ones who lost her job the beginning of the year and hasn't found work yet - so, she's twice-dammed.
I wanted to tell her that the only permanent state was death - but I told her that her current situation was a temporary one instead. This was going to work its way through - and it wasn't going to kill her.
God, I hope she was paying attention.
---
Had lunch with the boss for the first time in months - we like the same kinds of things, so it's always good when he goes - today, Soup Pho - Vietnamese noodle soup in huuuge bowls, with beef floating in it with anise-like basil, bean sprouts, onions...and a mysterious broth that is manna from the gods....
Had four places to chose from - *chuckles*
It's a good day.
And I was just as convinced she had nothing to worry about. What da?
I'll have to quote Rey - "I shouldn't know this." Fuck, but I do. She had nothing to worry about - after today, and some information from informed sources, I'm certain she will be able to make a plan that she can execute - and all the parties will be on their way to going their separate ways. Her landlord will get the tennants who will pay $1300 a month (she was paying $850) and she will get into a new place away from the dumbshit.
I was the landlord who wanted to get rid of a tennant, you see. And I found out just how HARD that can be for the landlord. The tennant has all the rights, in California.
That's something they don't tell you.
One. You have to give 30 days notice in writing. That, this guy did. But he also went back on it, hedging that he was going to work with them on it. That aside, she didn't take it seriously - only mistake she made. But not a fatal one. Why?
Two. Your tennant must leave of their own volition - that 30 days in writing only informs them you want them to leave. They can stay right where they are, without even paying you...your only recourse is to file an unlawful retainer and wait for a court date to plead your case and get an eviction notice from a judge to the Marshall's office.
That process can take 90 days.
So she could easily stay put for the next four months - it won't be pretty - she won't be this landlord's favorite thing - but nothing more can be done against her.
Should they touch her possesions, she or her husband, her utilities, whatever - they can call the cops and have them arrested.
After midnight. Finding her legal representation. Trying like hell to talk her down. She wasn't eating. She wasn't sleeping. She was physically ill once and had to leave the chat to go throw up.
And I am so dead sure she's going to be fine, I'm playing dirty games like guilt trips to get her to center and focus.
Since when did I get to be so fucking smart? I doubt seriously I am --
I think it's more likely I've gotten to the point where nothing scares me anymore. But that's not true, either. Ask Jim - I'm a scaredy-cat deluxe riding shotgun on the freeway and don't ask me to ride rollercoasters. There is one overpass downtown I avoid like the plague. It's just too fucking high up.
But threaten me? No. I don't think so. I'll manage. Just let me put a plan together I can execute - then I'm fine.
I really wanted to know she was going to be okay, though. She seemed intelligent, if totally panicked.
Maybe it was just payback for my frustrations when I really HAD to get rid of a tennant and couldn't - oh, how dare that so-and-so say he was going to kick them out? He couldn't do that - I know for a fact he couldn't! How dare he scare this poor woman half to death? She was one of those lucky ones who lost her job the beginning of the year and hasn't found work yet - so, she's twice-dammed.
I wanted to tell her that the only permanent state was death - but I told her that her current situation was a temporary one instead. This was going to work its way through - and it wasn't going to kill her.
God, I hope she was paying attention.
---
Had lunch with the boss for the first time in months - we like the same kinds of things, so it's always good when he goes - today, Soup Pho - Vietnamese noodle soup in huuuge bowls, with beef floating in it with anise-like basil, bean sprouts, onions...and a mysterious broth that is manna from the gods....
Had four places to chose from - *chuckles*
It's a good day.
Since when did I become such an expert?
May. 2nd, 2002 02:18 pmCrap - I was up to after midnight last night trying to talk a total stranger down from a mad panic induced by an eviction notice. She was totally convinced she was going to have to evacuate inside of three days -- poor thing was absolutely SICK.
And I was just as convinced she had nothing to worry about. What da?
I'll have to quote Rey - "I shouldn't know this." Fuck, but I do. She had nothing to worry about - after today, and some information from informed sources, I'm certain she will be able to make a plan that she can execute - and all the parties will be on their way to going their separate ways. Her landlord will get the tennants who will pay $1300 a month (she was paying $850) and she will get into a new place away from the dumbshit.
I was the landlord who wanted to get rid of a tennant, you see. And I found out just how HARD that can be for the landlord. The tennant has all the rights, in California.
That's something they don't tell you.
One. You have to give 30 days notice in writing. That, this guy did. But he also went back on it, hedging that he was going to work with them on it. That aside, she didn't take it seriously - only mistake she made. But not a fatal one. Why?
Two. Your tennant must leave of their own volition - that 30 days in writing only informs them you want them to leave. They can stay right where they are, without even paying you...your only recourse is to file an unlawful retainer and wait for a court date to plead your case and get an eviction notice from a judge to the Marshall's office.
That process can take 90 days.
So she could easily stay put for the next four months - it won't be pretty - she won't be this landlord's favorite thing - but nothing more can be done against her.
Should they touch her possesions, she or her husband, her utilities, whatever - they can call the cops and have them arrested.
After midnight. Finding her legal representation. Trying like hell to talk her down. She wasn't eating. She wasn't sleeping. She was physically ill once and had to leave the chat to go throw up.
And I am so dead sure she's going to be fine, I'm playing dirty games like guilt trips to get her to center and focus.
Since when did I get to be so fucking smart? I doubt seriously I am --
I think it's more likely I've gotten to the point where nothing scares me anymore. But that's not true, either. Ask Jim - I'm a scaredy-cat deluxe riding shotgun on the freeway and don't ask me to ride rollercoasters. There is one overpass downtown I avoid like the plague. It's just too fucking high up.
But threaten me? No. I don't think so. I'll manage. Just let me put a plan together I can execute - then I'm fine.
I really wanted to know she was going to be okay, though. She seemed intelligent, if totally panicked.
Maybe it was just payback for my frustrations when I really HAD to get rid of a tennant and couldn't - oh, how dare that so-and-so say he was going to kick them out? He couldn't do that - I know for a fact he couldn't! How dare he scare this poor woman half to death? She was one of those lucky ones who lost her job the beginning of the year and hasn't found work yet - so, she's twice-dammed.
I wanted to tell her that the only permanent state was death - but I told her that her current situation was a temporary one instead. This was going to work its way through - and it wasn't going to kill her.
God, I hope she was paying attention.
---
Had lunch with the boss for the first time in months - we like the same kinds of things, so it's always good when he goes - today, Soup Pho - Vietnamese noodle soup in huuuge bowls, with beef floating in it with anise-like basil, bean sprouts, onions...and a mysterious broth that is manna from the gods....
Had four places to chose from - *chuckles*
It's a good day.
And I was just as convinced she had nothing to worry about. What da?
I'll have to quote Rey - "I shouldn't know this." Fuck, but I do. She had nothing to worry about - after today, and some information from informed sources, I'm certain she will be able to make a plan that she can execute - and all the parties will be on their way to going their separate ways. Her landlord will get the tennants who will pay $1300 a month (she was paying $850) and she will get into a new place away from the dumbshit.
I was the landlord who wanted to get rid of a tennant, you see. And I found out just how HARD that can be for the landlord. The tennant has all the rights, in California.
That's something they don't tell you.
One. You have to give 30 days notice in writing. That, this guy did. But he also went back on it, hedging that he was going to work with them on it. That aside, she didn't take it seriously - only mistake she made. But not a fatal one. Why?
Two. Your tennant must leave of their own volition - that 30 days in writing only informs them you want them to leave. They can stay right where they are, without even paying you...your only recourse is to file an unlawful retainer and wait for a court date to plead your case and get an eviction notice from a judge to the Marshall's office.
That process can take 90 days.
So she could easily stay put for the next four months - it won't be pretty - she won't be this landlord's favorite thing - but nothing more can be done against her.
Should they touch her possesions, she or her husband, her utilities, whatever - they can call the cops and have them arrested.
After midnight. Finding her legal representation. Trying like hell to talk her down. She wasn't eating. She wasn't sleeping. She was physically ill once and had to leave the chat to go throw up.
And I am so dead sure she's going to be fine, I'm playing dirty games like guilt trips to get her to center and focus.
Since when did I get to be so fucking smart? I doubt seriously I am --
I think it's more likely I've gotten to the point where nothing scares me anymore. But that's not true, either. Ask Jim - I'm a scaredy-cat deluxe riding shotgun on the freeway and don't ask me to ride rollercoasters. There is one overpass downtown I avoid like the plague. It's just too fucking high up.
But threaten me? No. I don't think so. I'll manage. Just let me put a plan together I can execute - then I'm fine.
I really wanted to know she was going to be okay, though. She seemed intelligent, if totally panicked.
Maybe it was just payback for my frustrations when I really HAD to get rid of a tennant and couldn't - oh, how dare that so-and-so say he was going to kick them out? He couldn't do that - I know for a fact he couldn't! How dare he scare this poor woman half to death? She was one of those lucky ones who lost her job the beginning of the year and hasn't found work yet - so, she's twice-dammed.
I wanted to tell her that the only permanent state was death - but I told her that her current situation was a temporary one instead. This was going to work its way through - and it wasn't going to kill her.
God, I hope she was paying attention.
---
Had lunch with the boss for the first time in months - we like the same kinds of things, so it's always good when he goes - today, Soup Pho - Vietnamese noodle soup in huuuge bowls, with beef floating in it with anise-like basil, bean sprouts, onions...and a mysterious broth that is manna from the gods....
Had four places to chose from - *chuckles*
It's a good day.
Since when did I become such an expert?
May. 2nd, 2002 02:18 pmCrap - I was up to after midnight last night trying to talk a total stranger down from a mad panic induced by an eviction notice. She was totally convinced she was going to have to evacuate inside of three days -- poor thing was absolutely SICK.
And I was just as convinced she had nothing to worry about. What da?
I'll have to quote Rey - "I shouldn't know this." Fuck, but I do. She had nothing to worry about - after today, and some information from informed sources, I'm certain she will be able to make a plan that she can execute - and all the parties will be on their way to going their separate ways. Her landlord will get the tennants who will pay $1300 a month (she was paying $850) and she will get into a new place away from the dumbshit.
I was the landlord who wanted to get rid of a tennant, you see. And I found out just how HARD that can be for the landlord. The tennant has all the rights, in California.
That's something they don't tell you.
One. You have to give 30 days notice in writing. That, this guy did. But he also went back on it, hedging that he was going to work with them on it. That aside, she didn't take it seriously - only mistake she made. But not a fatal one. Why?
Two. Your tennant must leave of their own volition - that 30 days in writing only informs them you want them to leave. They can stay right where they are, without even paying you...your only recourse is to file an unlawful retainer and wait for a court date to plead your case and get an eviction notice from a judge to the Marshall's office.
That process can take 90 days.
So she could easily stay put for the next four months - it won't be pretty - she won't be this landlord's favorite thing - but nothing more can be done against her.
Should they touch her possesions, she or her husband, her utilities, whatever - they can call the cops and have them arrested.
After midnight. Finding her legal representation. Trying like hell to talk her down. She wasn't eating. She wasn't sleeping. She was physically ill once and had to leave the chat to go throw up.
And I am so dead sure she's going to be fine, I'm playing dirty games like guilt trips to get her to center and focus.
Since when did I get to be so fucking smart? I doubt seriously I am --
I think it's more likely I've gotten to the point where nothing scares me anymore. But that's not true, either. Ask Jim - I'm a scaredy-cat deluxe riding shotgun on the freeway and don't ask me to ride rollercoasters. There is one overpass downtown I avoid like the plague. It's just too fucking high up.
But threaten me? No. I don't think so. I'll manage. Just let me put a plan together I can execute - then I'm fine.
I really wanted to know she was going to be okay, though. She seemed intelligent, if totally panicked.
Maybe it was just payback for my frustrations when I really HAD to get rid of a tennant and couldn't - oh, how dare that so-and-so say he was going to kick them out? He couldn't do that - I know for a fact he couldn't! How dare he scare this poor woman half to death? She was one of those lucky ones who lost her job the beginning of the year and hasn't found work yet - so, she's twice-dammed.
I wanted to tell her that the only permanent state was death - but I told her that her current situation was a temporary one instead. This was going to work its way through - and it wasn't going to kill her.
God, I hope she was paying attention.
---
Had lunch with the boss for the first time in months - we like the same kinds of things, so it's always good when he goes - today, Soup Pho - Vietnamese noodle soup in huuuge bowls, with beef floating in it with anise-like basil, bean sprouts, onions...and a mysterious broth that is manna from the gods....
Had four places to chose from - *chuckles*
It's a good day.
And I was just as convinced she had nothing to worry about. What da?
I'll have to quote Rey - "I shouldn't know this." Fuck, but I do. She had nothing to worry about - after today, and some information from informed sources, I'm certain she will be able to make a plan that she can execute - and all the parties will be on their way to going their separate ways. Her landlord will get the tennants who will pay $1300 a month (she was paying $850) and she will get into a new place away from the dumbshit.
I was the landlord who wanted to get rid of a tennant, you see. And I found out just how HARD that can be for the landlord. The tennant has all the rights, in California.
That's something they don't tell you.
One. You have to give 30 days notice in writing. That, this guy did. But he also went back on it, hedging that he was going to work with them on it. That aside, she didn't take it seriously - only mistake she made. But not a fatal one. Why?
Two. Your tennant must leave of their own volition - that 30 days in writing only informs them you want them to leave. They can stay right where they are, without even paying you...your only recourse is to file an unlawful retainer and wait for a court date to plead your case and get an eviction notice from a judge to the Marshall's office.
That process can take 90 days.
So she could easily stay put for the next four months - it won't be pretty - she won't be this landlord's favorite thing - but nothing more can be done against her.
Should they touch her possesions, she or her husband, her utilities, whatever - they can call the cops and have them arrested.
After midnight. Finding her legal representation. Trying like hell to talk her down. She wasn't eating. She wasn't sleeping. She was physically ill once and had to leave the chat to go throw up.
And I am so dead sure she's going to be fine, I'm playing dirty games like guilt trips to get her to center and focus.
Since when did I get to be so fucking smart? I doubt seriously I am --
I think it's more likely I've gotten to the point where nothing scares me anymore. But that's not true, either. Ask Jim - I'm a scaredy-cat deluxe riding shotgun on the freeway and don't ask me to ride rollercoasters. There is one overpass downtown I avoid like the plague. It's just too fucking high up.
But threaten me? No. I don't think so. I'll manage. Just let me put a plan together I can execute - then I'm fine.
I really wanted to know she was going to be okay, though. She seemed intelligent, if totally panicked.
Maybe it was just payback for my frustrations when I really HAD to get rid of a tennant and couldn't - oh, how dare that so-and-so say he was going to kick them out? He couldn't do that - I know for a fact he couldn't! How dare he scare this poor woman half to death? She was one of those lucky ones who lost her job the beginning of the year and hasn't found work yet - so, she's twice-dammed.
I wanted to tell her that the only permanent state was death - but I told her that her current situation was a temporary one instead. This was going to work its way through - and it wasn't going to kill her.
God, I hope she was paying attention.
---
Had lunch with the boss for the first time in months - we like the same kinds of things, so it's always good when he goes - today, Soup Pho - Vietnamese noodle soup in huuuge bowls, with beef floating in it with anise-like basil, bean sprouts, onions...and a mysterious broth that is manna from the gods....
Had four places to chose from - *chuckles*
It's a good day.
It'll be scary...
May. 2nd, 2002 02:53 pmWhen I finally can make graphics this cool.
Another offering to the survey gods...survey says:
Which Royalty
Are You? Find out! By Nishi.
Another offering to the survey gods...survey says:
Which Royalty
Are You? Find out! By Nishi.
It'll be scary...
May. 2nd, 2002 02:53 pmWhen I finally can make graphics this cool.
Another offering to the survey gods...survey says:
Which Royalty
Are You? Find out! By Nishi.
Another offering to the survey gods...survey says:
Which Royalty
Are You? Find out! By Nishi.
It'll be scary...
May. 2nd, 2002 02:53 pmWhen I finally can make graphics this cool.
Another offering to the survey gods...survey says:
Which Royalty
Are You? Find out! By Nishi.
Another offering to the survey gods...survey says:
Which Royalty
Are You? Find out! By Nishi.
Upon being a fixer
May. 2nd, 2002 09:34 pmSooner or later, someone is going to have a survey to determine what type of person you are - a breaker, a mender, a healer or...a fixer. That's me. Something's broke - I gotta fix it.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.
Upon being a fixer
May. 2nd, 2002 09:34 pmSooner or later, someone is going to have a survey to determine what type of person you are - a breaker, a mender, a healer or...a fixer. That's me. Something's broke - I gotta fix it.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.
Upon being a fixer
May. 2nd, 2002 09:34 pmSooner or later, someone is going to have a survey to determine what type of person you are - a breaker, a mender, a healer or...a fixer. That's me. Something's broke - I gotta fix it.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.