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Monday, September 26, 2016

The First Week Of Work

I'm fairly sure my brain has lost 10lb. of ugly fat in the past week!  Talk about a mental workout!

Two days in San Antonio, three days Austin, teleconferences via my cell phone while on the bus, teleconferences on the laptop, source code, hardware, IDEs, setting up a small firmware development lab in my room..


Payday on October 7th., this will put me in excellent shape, let me pay back Anne her bridge oan and pay this months rent, but a desk, chair, and coffeemaker, a few small things around the house, and funds for travel.  PLUS - open a savings account!!  I'm going to move money online from checking to savings, so bank visits in person will be limited to getting money for large cash purchases (and I might even find  way round that).

In the meantime, I'm learning a ton about 802.11 wireless.  IT's pretty wild stuff, and very different from what I usually deal with, so it's going to be my "learn a new skill" thing for this year.

Still in shock from it all, though.  Literally from total hopelessness to top of the world in a few days.  Definitely going to be some partying when that first check arrives!

Saturday, September 10, 2016

And, out of nowhere

My live is a shambling mass of crawling chaos!!

Last Friday, I get a call from a recruiter.. they have a remote job based out of San Antonio, needing a firmware guy.  Sure, submit me!

Friday afternoon.. they want a phone interview Tuesday.  Sure!  Sign me up!

Tuesday interview goes extremely well.  Technical interview Wednesday!

Wednesday technical interview goes extremely well.  Wednesday evening - they want a face to face in San Antonio!

All day Thursday, travel plans, and the agency pays for the bus ticket.

Friday.. bus is late, so I get to the interview 1/2 an hour late, nobody cares.

Five people in 3 hours... brain hurts but I feel like I did really well.  Agency says they should know before I get back to Austin..

On the bus, phone call with job offer!!!! I start the 19th., will get paid every week!

And I was down to my last $20, and was ready to wind up in jail for a while, I was prepared and everything was set.

Talk about miracles.  They do happen.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

End Of The Road, Part 3

Things proceed apace.

Most of my newsletters and subscriptions are shut down.  Dribs and drabs filter in but so far all the major sites have been dealt with.

Going to mostly take it easy net week as I plan to be here for 2 more weeks before I pull the plug on this mess for the next 8-10 years.  Football this coming weekend, Texans play Sunday - GO TEXANS!

The landlady has completely withdrawn.  Since Tuesday, she's spent all the time locked away in her room, not coming out except for food or to take care of the grand-kid that she's Granny Day Care for.  And she was snappish with him on Friday.. not sure how bad it really is with her.  I had an unopened bag of pasta in the kitchen cabinet, as of today it seems to have taken a powder.. would Anne be petty enough to hide it out of spite?  I have no doubt she'd do it at this stage of things. Eh, not my fight, plenty of more important folks in my life to take care of!

Next week I will be blogging "Learn From My Fail", which is basically a brief autobiography of how I ended up in this mess.  Hopefully someone will run across it and decide to plan for disaster - which I didn't do - and avoid ending up like me.  This is definitely not working out as desired!

Next up - removing the utilities from my name.  I think I can do it over the phone...

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

End Of The Road, Part 2

No apologies from the landlady today.  She simply avoids looking at me and does her stuff and leaves, which is fine by me.  I don't expect an apology from her as I've never heard her apologize for anything, I don't she has it in her to admit to ever doing anything wrong.

Today has mostly been the shutdown of my job search - turning off job alerts, turning off searches, hiding my resume' on Monster and Dice, emailing headhunters, killing my LinkedIn account.. whew! A slow process but a necessary one as I intend to quietly vanish for many years/

Sold the last of my Native Instruments music software, so that's done.  I have $58 in Paypal and I'm planning on using that for one last blowout Chinese feast as kind of a final celebration for making it this far (heh).  I still have a $35 check coming from Paypal, that will buy me my last booze and some burrito-sized tortillas so I can enjoy the food I have here.  I have enough for a month easily, so no real worries on eating.

I'm STILL fuming about yesterday!  Talked to a bunch of folks online and not one of them thought she had any right to search my food stock for anything, much less walk out with something.  So, while I have my fair share of issues, being overly-sensitive on this subject likely isn't one of them.  Much shaking of head.

No sign of my housemate yet.  I need to type up some support documentation for her on how to reset the router and cable modem, I'm sure it'll need to be done on occasion and I don't want to leave her with zero support.  She's a nice person, likely the only mostly-sane one in this house.

I have vodka and beer, I suppose I could send out for Chinese tonight.  Or get the money in cash and have a mega hot wings feast, I have plenty of tasty goodies for tonight.

Ugh, need to do laundry to clean a t-shirt that needs to go to Goodwill.  Ugh, tomorrow maybe.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

End of the Road, Part 1

And, just like that, it's over.Not the best timing, bit I just had to suffer through another stupid event with the landlady, ut was the last straw and I'm pulling a Plan B shortly after the phone plan runs out.

It took 3 stupid events to push me over the edge, so let me fill you in on them:

EVENT 1: it's nearly Midnight, and I've been sleeping - woke up to go to the bathroom - and had just turned the light out to go back to sleep when I hear a knock on my door.  Being as late is it was I figured I'd better answer it (likely some issue to solve) and it's the landlady, waving a file of money in my face!  I thought wtf man, she said "Here take this money to pay down the water bill in case you get up before me in the morning".  First, we never discussed this at all, so this is coming out of nowhere.  Second, I was half asleep and only wearing my underwear.  And finally, when I told her I had no plans to go anywhere in the morning, she got upset and said "Why not?".  Really? I went off on her a bit and she mumbled something about putting it away.  Weird, and no mention from her on the indicdent the next day.

EVENT 2: About a week later, I'm in the kitchen fixing a cup of coffee and the landlady returns from shopping, comes into the kitchen, and in front of her visiting grandson announces "I bought security lights, so since Ed is the tallest he has to go up on the roof to install them".  Again, I was thinking, wtf, I have a missing foot, insane balance issues to to that, can barely climb steps and she wants the DISABLED guy up the ladder and on to the roof? I did go more off on her this time, she just ignored me and plunked the lights on a chair.  And AGAIN, the next day, no mention of the incident.

EVENT 3: I went out today to pick up my order from Walmart.  Nice trip, got out and about, came home hot and sweaty but semi-happy.  So, I'm sitting in the recliner in my room, bad leg not happy with me at all, and there's a knock on the door.  I say "Who is it?" and in walks the landlady, holding something to her chest. "I'm out of coffee and wondered if you minded me using a spoon of yours?  I came into your room and found this, so I took it, and wondered if I can use some?".  OK WTF THAT ABSOLUTELY DOES IT!! She came into my room and rifled through my food and then ran off with my coffee, without asking, without thinking it might piss me off!!! This woman has mental health issues! Oh, she tries to justify herself by saying she forgot to buy some when shopping, oh Lord I went off on her, asking why she thought it was OK to come take my food without even waiting for me to come home? Really? Sure, steal my food, I'm the one with no income and you're the one with your husbands sizeable pension!  I went all the way off on her, took my coffee back, informed her that I would be locking my door from now on and that I would be out of here at the end of the month.

I have just totally had it.  Dementia? Alzheimer's? Schizophrenia? I have no idea but it was the last straw.

There's something wrong with her, nobody seems to care, and she will literally talk over you or just walk off if you try to point anything out to her.  And she will talk to empty air for about 5 minutes, not muttering to herself (Lord knows I do that on occasion) but conversationally, as if someone were listening and responding.

Prison will be more sane.  Between how hard it's been to get a job this time, my health issues, running down to my last few bucks - I just can't handle it all and I'm powerless to change the situation to a better one.

Well, except for Plan B.  Rob a bank, et sent to jail for 8-10 years, get out and immediately retire because, apparently, committing a Federal crime doesn't invalidate your Social Security!  3 meals a day, a place to sleep, books to read, free medical care, and maybe teach a few inmates some computer science classes.

It beats being homeless, with no medical support.

Anyway, so now I'm moving into the final stages of shutdown.  Short of a miracle, this is it for the next several years.

I'm going to try writing my autobiography in this blog over my final weeks outside, as a cautionary tale.  Don't end up like I have...

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

A Temporary Reprieve

I was fairly sure that it was up for me - no job, no unemployment (contractors aren't eligible for unemployment even through we pay into it, what bullshit) and no food money.

Bleak is not the word.

So, my plan was to go rob a bank, get thrown in jail for 8-10 years, and when I get out I'm eligible for retirement, so.. retire.. and write novels until I died.  3 hots and a cot, free medical, free dental, free vision, given I'm handicapped likely a minimum-security prison.. not a FUN way to live BUT! no living under a bridge with no food, water, bathroom, medical.. never going to go there.

And indeed, committing a Federal crime does NOT invalidate your Social Security retirement!  Now, for disability, if you become disabled in the commission of a crime, well, that won't count towards getting disability insurance and so try not to shoot off a hand/foot during a crime because you won't get credit for it (lol)!

However - my dear landlady/friend Anne is letting me stay rent-free for now, partially in exchange for dealing with various financial matters and generally being the Big Mean Man(tm) taking care of the two ladies living  in the house with me.  Between that and selling off hundreds of dollars worth of music software I won't use again, I have a place to live and food/phone money.

For a few months, anyway.

Given that my situation can't be that unique, I'm going to blog all the way until I pack up and head for the bank.  Maybe my experiences will help someone out, or at least act as a cautionary tale.  LEARN FROM MY FAIL.

So, today: I sold enough that I was able to get Paypal to send me two checks for $48.50 (it's a $1.50 for Paypal to cut you  physical check), one came in yesterday so today I'm off to cash it for fresh food.

For food, I've been spending right out of Paypal to Walmart.. I can get a large quantity of non-perishable foods (and you'd be amazed at what Walmart carries) to fill in around the fresh stuff.  $30 will get me a few weeks of beans, canned meat, sardines, crackers, and soups.

It won't be all gourmet cooking, but combine ramen, water chestnuts, straw mushrooms, and sesame oil and you have a good meal for dirt cheap.

And, while sending out resumes that I never even get a "thanks for sending a resume" auto-response from, Im cramming on JavaScript, HTML5, and CSS3 in an attempt to re-train myself into a new field.

Watch this space to see how this freaking stupid drama finally ends.

Friday, July 15, 2016

So, it's not just me!

Read it and weep:

Over 45 and unemployed? Tough shit!  Too many people, not enough jobs.  Prepare to become homeless, because America doesn't give a rat's ass whether you live or die.

Committing a Federal crime is a good career move when you're old: free food, drink, medical care, and a place to sleep.  Screw the society that has screwed YOU.