Well, a couple days ago, The Roo started a new job; still at the same company, but in the NC Clinic, north of here. The distance is twice as far as before, but the time involved is about the same, as the trip is all highway. No need anymore to got through town with all the stops and starts.
Her move to the new clinic is probably a good one; her last job assignment, she was the target of all the crap that happened in the place. Her supervisor resented the fact that The Roo showed signs of independence and an ability to motivate others to get the job done. The super delayed the departure to the new site as long as she could; she's a very petty individual, and always tries to make those who escape her domain have to wait as long as possible.
Anyway, The Roo seems to be fitting in quite well; she said that she's even looking forward to going to work! She hasn't said that for a darned long time. I'm happy for her.
I started the day with a back ache from hell; I think it's the mattress, but there doesn't seem to be a new one in our future. We've had two new ones since coming back to Spokane, but neither one has lasted very well. If only there was some way to try one out for a year or so.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
A Memorable Decade I'd Wish on No One
It is well into 2015, and this year marks ten years since moving to Las Vegas in search for something better and something that would increase comfort and wealth in retirement.
Now, here we find ourselves back where we started; retired, but with nothing more than we would have had in the event that we never left Spokane at all.
My real feeling is that I was unfairly exploited to the max.
All those years of 12 hour days, sickness, injuries, near-death experiences, and to come out the other end with nothing to show for it.
I've already written about the betrayal concerning the house and the missed investments and all the money that her son and his fat-assed girlfriend/fat-assed wife burned through. That last part continues to this very day.
Recently, I've dropped a few comments about student loans, and been indirectly assured that we don't pay those anymore. But, we do. That REALLY pisses me off.
You see, I worked an extra year so that my SS payment would be $150/month higher; "...we need it..." is what I was told.
What a coincidence! The student loan payment is $150/month! Will wonders ever cease???
A couple months ago, the little bastard brought his latest acquisition to rub our noses in: a classic Porsche he's gotten, because "...he wanted it...".
THAT FUCKING CAR COST OVER $30,000!!! HOW LONG DID I HAVE TO WORK TO EARN THAT KIND OF MONEY FOR HIM TO WASTE???
His fat-assed wife said at the time, "If he hadn't bought it, I was just going to take the money out of savings and get it for him. I know how much he wanted it."
Ain't that nice??? Must be a good feeling to know that you have saved your earnings because you were able to burn through someone else's money, even their retirement money. Without a single twinge of conscience. Couple of assholes!
Then, a week or two ago, they weren't able to come to lunch when his mother invited them, because they had to wait at their custom-built home for some contractor to come over to give them an estimate on remodeling their basement, adding a couple rooms and building in a movie room, too.
Did I mention that those ass holes won't even pick up a check at a restaurant? Never! After all, they're entitled. Neither one of them have ever spent a single day of their lives that someone else hasn't been supporting or subsidizing their miserable existence.
Now, here we find ourselves back where we started; retired, but with nothing more than we would have had in the event that we never left Spokane at all.
My real feeling is that I was unfairly exploited to the max.
All those years of 12 hour days, sickness, injuries, near-death experiences, and to come out the other end with nothing to show for it.
I've already written about the betrayal concerning the house and the missed investments and all the money that her son and his fat-assed girlfriend/fat-assed wife burned through. That last part continues to this very day.
Recently, I've dropped a few comments about student loans, and been indirectly assured that we don't pay those anymore. But, we do. That REALLY pisses me off.
You see, I worked an extra year so that my SS payment would be $150/month higher; "...we need it..." is what I was told.
What a coincidence! The student loan payment is $150/month! Will wonders ever cease???
A couple months ago, the little bastard brought his latest acquisition to rub our noses in: a classic Porsche he's gotten, because "...he wanted it...".
THAT FUCKING CAR COST OVER $30,000!!! HOW LONG DID I HAVE TO WORK TO EARN THAT KIND OF MONEY FOR HIM TO WASTE???
His fat-assed wife said at the time, "If he hadn't bought it, I was just going to take the money out of savings and get it for him. I know how much he wanted it."
Ain't that nice??? Must be a good feeling to know that you have saved your earnings because you were able to burn through someone else's money, even their retirement money. Without a single twinge of conscience. Couple of assholes!
Then, a week or two ago, they weren't able to come to lunch when his mother invited them, because they had to wait at their custom-built home for some contractor to come over to give them an estimate on remodeling their basement, adding a couple rooms and building in a movie room, too.
Did I mention that those ass holes won't even pick up a check at a restaurant? Never! After all, they're entitled. Neither one of them have ever spent a single day of their lives that someone else hasn't been supporting or subsidizing their miserable existence.
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