The last time I left off, I was finishing off the last of the little details before my departure.
In the end I was able to sublet my apartment to a lovely couple who were very friendly and who also decided to buy my appliances from me for $1500. Although sadly, even though we had an agreement between us, that they were supposed to have paid me most of it before the end of 2010, I never received a payment. Then right before leaving, they told me they would have all of my money by mid-January, but most unfortunately they just gave a small payment to my brother of $300, which just sucks, because I calculate their money into my total income, so its making my life a little more difficult over here, as I can barely afford to cover my expenses at the moment.
I am going to give them a call most likely today, to discuss what is happen. Albeit that there were some complications before I left, but these were unforeseen complications and I gave my apologies before leaving, and apparently they told me they understood. Now it seems they were actually quite upset about the whole charade.
The day i was supposed to be moving out of my apartment, I got hit with another kidney stone (for those of you who do not know me, Ive had multiple episodes since 2000 with multiple stones, although the last episode was over a year at that point). I personally believe it was the stress involved with the move, my animals, finding someone to sublet, getting financial aide, worrying about my personal finances, packing, and so on. So the night before, I got slammed with a kidney stone and ended up staying in the hospital until about 5pm, I was supposed to be out of my apartment by midnight. Although the new tenant began moving in some of his stuff at around 7pm, which just added another little kink in the smooth plan I had, since initially when I meant I would be moved out by the 28th of December it did not mean, they were to be moved in by the 28th, but meant I was supposed to be out by the 28th of December at midnight. I agree I was not totally clear, but when the new tenants called to say they rented a truck for the 28th in the morning, I was like shit! at the point there was nothing I could do, as they reserved their vehicule and it seemed like it was quite difficult to get one at that time of the year apparently.
So while I was in the hospital jacked up on morphine, my brother and a good friend began moving stuff from my apartment, but to add to the dilemma the truck we were supposed to get, never came, which meant we had to move everything in a car, which would not have been so horrible if I was a healthy individual for most of the day. So finally I get out of the hospital and still with the remnants of the catheter I just had in me, I begin to aide my brother and my friend to move whats left of my stuff, initially I wanted the salvation army to come and pick up most of my stuff, but because of the holidays it seems they had quite the back log and did not get back to me until after I left, which was thoroughly disappointing. In reflection I guess I should have called them a couple of months in advance, but I was so preoccupied by everything else, that it did not really occur to me; plus I was always under the assumption that we were getting a truck and Id have a couple more of helping hands.
Since, i needed to be out by midnight, my only option was to chuck everything that was not salvageable onto the grass, so the new tenants could get their belongings into the apartment, as their truck was showing up at 9am, although it seems like it did not show up until much later, as I forced myself to come back in the morning to pick up the little odds and ends; even though the new tenant was adamant that his truck and his movers would be at the new place by 9am!
I then spent the next couple of days immobilized pretty much, nauseous, popping hydromorphone every 4-6hrs along with some powerful NSAIDs and a medication meant to relieve swelling in my prostate, which I guess aides in passing all that grit in the urinary system and in aiding to make the individual feel a little more comfortable. Luckily all of my bags were packed already so I pretty much just laid on my brothers couch trying to rest as much as I could. Although the morning I had to leave, I decided hmmm perhaps I should weight my bags, and unfortunately to my surprise my bags both weighed in at about 90lbs, 20lbs over the allotted limit, so in a last minute storm, I chuck out a bunch of stuff from my bags and got them down to about 75lbs. Luckily for me the airlines let the extra 5lbs slide, as they were supposed to charge me an extra $100 per bag if over 70lbs, the lady was kind enough to say it was at 70lbs exactly, so thank you to the lovely lady at AA ;)
Even though I mentioned this to my new tenants, and apparently according the wife she was very understanding, saying "no worries, we understand", apparently they did not, as they started having a back and forth with my brother, saying they were going to withhold my money until we came and threw out all of the junk left on the grass. Which I find ridiculous, because if I was in that situation, and it happened to someone else, I would have said, I understand, and truly understood and would have taking care of the job of slowly putting things to the curb on a bi-weekly basis. Not to mention on the first of every month the city would come and pick up heavy objects, and if you called them, they would give you an exact date when they would come and pick up everything. Did the new tenants do this? No! They left EVERYTHING on the grass, and had a back and forth with my brother and my ex-landlord. My ex-landlord saying he would get a fine if we put everything on the curve, which may be true, but the city never does it, as I have personally done it on many occasions. Then my new tenants, telling my brother it was not their responsibility and until I picked up the trash I wouldnt get any money. I agree my junk is my responsibility, but what ever happened to come kindness in this world. I swear sometimes I believe my brother and I are one of the only truly kind hearts out their, I was leaving to a new country, I got kidney stones, and yet they couldnt even move one piece of broken ass furniture to the curve once every 3-4days. They actually had to have multiple conversations with my brother and ex-landlord about the junk. Just ridiculous I think.
So in the end, I ended up using 1-800-GOTJUNK, to come and pick up the rest of the junk, which apparently cost me close to 500$ and since my budget is very tight and I have not received any money from my new tenants, this makes my life all the much more difficult at this point :S
As for my cats, well finally I decided to use a professional shipping company which would ship my animals for me and make sure they arrive safely to island, although that cost me a pretty penny of about $3000, which to be honest is something I really couldnt afford, but I really did not have a choice. So hopefully my cats will be arriving in the next couple of weeks...yay! :) On a side note, I thought my work was going to make a very generous donation to the shipping company I was going to use, but I just found out today that apparently all that was donated was $200, which I am still very appreciative for, but when you were initially hearing rumours that it would be well over a $1000, well, it was quite disappointing to hear that only $200 was given. Although I am double checking with work, just to make sure, who knows, maybe the rest of the credit just never reached Manoir Kanisha yet, or perhaps their is an evelope sitting at work, maked Manoir Kanisha....hope hope hope. If not, well atleast i can slap this bill onto a credit card, and worry about the payment slowly over time, or just let my credit card close my account at some point :P
Well I think that pretty much puts everything up to date, Ill be posting a new one very shortly, about my initial week on the lovely island of St. Kitt and my first week of school here, then hopefully I can finally post on a regular day to day basis, which is something I have been wanting to do for a bit.
Thank y'all for ready, Cheers!
Jonathan =D
Désolé qu'on te déçoive tant de t'avoir donné en tout 420$ pour le Manoir Kanisha. Nous qui le faisions avec joie, se disant que tu aurais au moins ça de moins à débourser... J'ai aucune idée d'ou tu tiens le 1000$, la première fois que tu m'as dis ça, j'étais la seule qui avait déjà participé, c'était encore tôt! Et j'aimerais souligné que la donation pour t'aider ne se limite pas seulement au Manoir Kanisha : as-tu oublié les 2 semaines de pension de Luna et Peebles (à qui je souhaite que leur voyage se déroule bien, elles sont parties hier), les ensembles de travail que je t'ai donnés et le souper au restaurant? C'était aussi ta propre décision de voyager avec les 2 chattes et d'aller étudier aussi loin. Désolé si je parais amère, mais qu'on te souhaite le meilleur du monde et qu'on essaie de t'aider dans tes dépenses, on peut s'attendre à un simple merci, sans avoir un message sur un blog qui nous montre comme des gens avares...
ReplyDeleteSur ce, je suis bien contente que tu retrouves Luna et Peebles demain!
Nadia
I do not see how you are involved, perhaps you missed the part where I said, I am "STILL VERY APPRECIATIVE OF", regardless of the donation, I know it was something that no one had to give or donate, so hence why I said it.
ReplyDeleteAlso, a bit of a low blow to mention the boarding of my cats, and the fact it was my decision to bring my cats, it was bring my cats or give them up for adoption, hmmmm what decision would you have made? Not to mention I asked our BOSS if I could leave the animals in boarding as it would be easier for me, instead of giving them to my brother for a couple of weeks (which he would have done if need be). She said yes! Meaning no charges involved, so i do not see how boarding them at the clinic even gets involved in this whole "gift" thing.
As for the supper, I was very greatfull for, but last time I checked it was Dr. Leblanc who paid for that supper, no one else, my other boss Dr. Cloutier did not even show up to the dinner, so once again you have no right to even bring that up.
Sorry if anyone took my comments poorly, but a blog is about describing your thoughts and emotions, I was never upset, nor did I ever down play anything that anyone did for me, or put down anyone in any way, unlike some.
Perhaps the good ole language barrier, but next time perhaps re-read before making foolish and unfounded comments.
Anyone else like to share their view or comments on this? Well the ones that read french atleast :P
Jonathan aka FutureVet