Do you ever get the feeling that there is a sign on your forehead or back that everyone in the world, minus you, can see?!?!? The sign reads: I am a pushover. Feel free to use and abuse me. I will take it, don't worry!
I am owed over $700 by a "friend" that I "loaned" $300 to for a deposit and then she was supposed to pay $50 a week while she lived with us and never paid a red cent. When I say things about how broke we are now, she says things like, "Just transfer money from savings". Ummmm.... the money I used to take care of you was money that we were to be putting into savings, my dear. There is no savings! NONE!! This was money that was to go toward buying a house and getting new furniture. Now, both dreams have been ripped from my hands. What I have been working over a year to achieve now must start over from square one because I, for some reason, feel the need to help every little lost puppy in the world. My mother calls it Uncle Myron Syndrome.
My son came home yesterday distraught because his hoodie wasn't on his hook when he got his backpack. There ya go folks... even an elementary student is getting one up on me. Why do kids feel the need to steal??? My Uncle Myron Syndrome tells me that they must need it worse than Zack does and we can afford to get a new one, so let them have it. However, my temper tells me to go find the kid that is wearing said hoodie and pummel him!!! Write his name on the tag?? Sure.... no problem.... but that doesn't tell me where the hoodie is now. Maybe I will just install GPS chips in all of my kids' belongings.
A skateboard. Yeah. A $10 skateboard. Stolen off my porch.
Laundry soap. I forgot to grab it off the steps when I sat it down to open the door while bringing in groceries. Next morning.... gone.
And I can't move out of here.... why???..... Oh yeah.... BECAUSE MY SAVINGS TO DO SO IS GONE!!!!
I am so down. I picked up the phone this morning, dialed 4O2-463-27O7. Waited for the ring. Got the frelling operator saying this number was no longer in service. Well no $hit, Nikki..... she has been dead for 10 weeks.... how in the HELL did I forget that?!?!!?
Does anyone know of a hole I could just crawl into? I may explode.
4 comments:
oh Nikki. Just go kick her butt. Seriously. Go and have that "friends respect each other and their stuff so if you want to be friends..." speech. Then take her to small claims court :) GET HER!!
You just needed Grandma Barb, you can still talk to her. If you listen, she's there. She'd tell you to eff 'em all. And count your blessings.
I'm sorry about the money. I'm selfish and wouldn't loan a friend more than lunch money. And still broke. So there ya have it.
xo
I'm with sis . . .
When you go to small claims court (and you should!) make sure to tack on charges for all the dishes she dirtied that you had to wash, the water she drank and showered it, and other labor charges. If she's going to cheapen your friendship, make sure you let her know that being a poor friend will cost her. Besides, if the options are going to small claims court for $1500 or paying the original amount . . .guess which one she'll choose.)
Seriously,
Ask Jeff, been there done that . . .Twice!
The first time we filed with the courts and the other guy paid us back rather than go to the court date, the second time, we just threatened them with it and never saw a dime after they promised to pay (and also threatened that they wouldn't if we took them to SCCourt.) We're now friends again with the first person and never saw the second again.
On no.......money issues....hate em!
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