I am seriously wishing that I had started blogging on Blogspot rather than WordPress. I’ve been learning about the Adsense option, and I’ve heard that Caitlin’s earned like… thirty dollars already. I can’t imagine how much money I’d be making! I get at least a hundred hits a day, from people looking at my Twilight stuff. But alas.. I mean, I’m 4th on Google Images now… *sniff*. I’ll figure it out one day, maybe. I read that WordPress is considering adding a monetizing option… but who knows. Maybe I should just appreciate the fact that I’m apparently awesome and everyone in the universe gets to see my blog on Google Images. Yarp and yay for strangers reading about my personal business!
So. I live in Montreat now. I’m kinda glad. It was really, truly, definitely
important that I lived in Asheville with my brother for a year. It provided the solitude and silence necessary to really get my head back on straight.
I know that if I had tried to live in the dorms, or live near campus with friends, there may have been a repeat of the semester-that-must-not-be-named. No. Not happening.
But I love my new house. Sure, there’s alot of crap in it (how many freakin’ cassette tapes about cardiovascular health does one person need?), and we’re still battling with a previously-contracted roommate, but aha! Chelsea and her FAR-too-slick manipulative powers to the rescue! It’s rather unfortunate for my immortal soul that I am SO darned good at getting what I want from people. It’s a very simple concept, and I will share it with you, adoring public. You must make them think one or any combination of three things:
1. it was their idea all along
2. they are doing something wonderously righteous/selfless in agreeing to your request
3. you, unlike everyone else involved, are secretly on their side and just want to get this over with and politely defeat those “other people” who are working against them.
Yes, I know. It sounds bitchy. But it’s simple diplomatic tactics that people have been utilizing for thousands of years, and I’m just admitting (against Sun Tzu’s advice) that I do it. I’ve learned that pretty much NO ONE responds to getting the smack-down laid on them (lolz). Srsly. This chick and her parents were simply getting grouchier and grouchier and more and more recalcitrant as we continued to ask that if she wanted to back out of the school-year lease that she signed, all we wanted was her portion of the first month’s rent until we organized her replacement. Then we could take her off the lease and she could go wherever the hell she wanted.
Whit was pushing (as well as dear little Whit can push), and instead of doing the right thing by us, these people just kept pushing back, and it was starting to make me mad—and it takes alot for me to really get mad. I like to say “I get distressed occasionally, and I get annoyed/uppity occasionally, but I’ve only been mad two or three times in my life.” Mad is a feeling reserved only for people who mess with my loved ones. Long stories there. ANYWAY off topic.
So I just today emailed this chick. OOHHHH and I laid it on so sneaky-like. I threw every angle I had at her–the “see, isn’t getting taken off the lease what you wanted all along?” angle, the “it would be so wonderful if you could help us out with this” angle, the “I know everything’s getting crazy and complicated and I’m not sure everyone has all the right info, but how about you and I…” angle. And no, I don’t feel like I acted deceitfully. I’m using the powers I have to get these people to do the right thing ethically and legally. You wanna break a contract? Fine, but don’t whine when there are consequences. Just be glad you got off as easy as you did. We could take their asses to court if we wanted to–but I just want it all to go away. But I’ll be damned if they walk away after making Whit out to be the bad guy, and making us shoulder their part in the money due. The funny thing is, back when the lease was signed, the girl and her parents promised us, several times, that if she got engaged and wasn’t going to live with us anymore, they would pay her rent REGARDLESS, for the whole year if necessary (which would have come to about 35 hundred dollars in total. Sheesh). Now we’re fighting to get $385.00 from them.
Whatever. The heat is off Whit’s head, that’s all I care. One day, she’ll smash her dad’s red Ferrari and want to take the heat herself, but til then, I’m the Ferris to her Cameron 🙂