My Friend, Vanessa, Rents Her Condo
My friend, Vanessa, finally rented her condo.
Backstory: Vanessa is a great big spender who brags about her superior thrift abilities. She was awarded a windfall last year, and suddenly couldn't find a job. I've since discovered Vanessa's yet to see a dime of her windfall, which I'm now referring to as Jarndyce and Jarndyce. In April, she told me her savings had given out. She couldn't rent her messy, overpriced condo, and she was desperate.
I was able to get her a temp job at my company. It worked out, though she complained bitterly about the incompetence of her boss, and the lack of unemployment insurance benefits, saying "... so this job really doesn't help me at all". I guess keeping the wolf from your door doesn't count!
The temp gig was over in late-May, and Vanessa was desperate again shortly thereafter. She lowered the rental price on her condo by $150/mo, and, lo and behold, got it rented for August First. Yesterday, I was there with a bunch of mutual friends, helping her load stuff into a storage pod. Apparently, all of her real furniture is at her parents' home or in the condo's crammed-full storage unit; the furniture we put in the storage pod is the "fake" furniture she bought second-hand to stage the condo for renters. (Why buy a whole set of "fake" furniture at all, especially when you're broke? Why pay to store it? I didn't bother asking.)
Of course, not everything would fit in the storage pod, so the less important second-hand "fake" furniture is outside her basement storage unit, where her condo association may fine her daily for the infraction, as they threatened to do the last time she stacked junk in the common area. And, friends, if you think her apartment is empty, think again! Vanessa is staying 2 more days, supposedly to clean, and needs her television and t.v. stand, aerobed, all her dishes, the dining room table and a folding table (so she has surfaces to work on), 3 chairs, and tons and tons of other junk.
She still has no job, and will be moving in with her parents.
Backstory: Vanessa is a great big spender who brags about her superior thrift abilities. She was awarded a windfall last year, and suddenly couldn't find a job. I've since discovered Vanessa's yet to see a dime of her windfall, which I'm now referring to as Jarndyce and Jarndyce. In April, she told me her savings had given out. She couldn't rent her messy, overpriced condo, and she was desperate.
I was able to get her a temp job at my company. It worked out, though she complained bitterly about the incompetence of her boss, and the lack of unemployment insurance benefits, saying "... so this job really doesn't help me at all". I guess keeping the wolf from your door doesn't count!
The temp gig was over in late-May, and Vanessa was desperate again shortly thereafter. She lowered the rental price on her condo by $150/mo, and, lo and behold, got it rented for August First. Yesterday, I was there with a bunch of mutual friends, helping her load stuff into a storage pod. Apparently, all of her real furniture is at her parents' home or in the condo's crammed-full storage unit; the furniture we put in the storage pod is the "fake" furniture she bought second-hand to stage the condo for renters. (Why buy a whole set of "fake" furniture at all, especially when you're broke? Why pay to store it? I didn't bother asking.)
Of course, not everything would fit in the storage pod, so the less important second-hand "fake" furniture is outside her basement storage unit, where her condo association may fine her daily for the infraction, as they threatened to do the last time she stacked junk in the common area. And, friends, if you think her apartment is empty, think again! Vanessa is staying 2 more days, supposedly to clean, and needs her television and t.v. stand, aerobed, all her dishes, the dining room table and a folding table (so she has surfaces to work on), 3 chairs, and tons and tons of other junk.
She still has no job, and will be moving in with her parents.
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