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When things like the following happen, it's a bit disconcerting to be honest. Just coincidence, oh man, if it is, it's surely one hell of one.
So as some may know, I'm in a catch-22 of finally have a temp job but it doesn't create enough of a paycheck live even as a roommate in LA, and the fellow whose home I've been parked at with my little bedroom trailer, and trading labor for rent is retiring and leaving, so I have to leave. I've considered returning to Idaho, but I hesitate to rent a place even though I could afford one for 4 or 5 months without income, it would wipe me out again, but I could. If however I don't find a job up there in that 2-2.5 months I figured I'd head elsewhere perhaps where jobs were more plentiful but not as expensive to live as LA. Ultimately I don't want to be hooking myself to a rental contract I may have to break. And since it currently looks like I'll be returning late December to January, it'll be too cold for too long to wing it at the truck stop.
To top that off, with the work I do, our company has no projects this upcoming week due to T-day, and my housemate is off to see his girlfriend then his children, so I'll have tons of time to worry and fret and freak, and be all anxious....
Y'know the other night I was remembering being out to dinner with one of my male many friends who started as a hopeful beau. At a fine restaurant, eating fine food, drinking fine wine, and liqueur and coffee with dessert. Haven't seen that gentleman in 9 years, or talked to him him 7-8 years. I was thinkin' how perhaps I should've taken him up on his offer back when my financial collapse became imminent, but he was wealthy and too nice, I just felt it would be taking advantage of him, and I just couldn't. Ahh, but comfort and security back in the day when I owned a profitable biz and things and people were good. I pretty much let everyone off any hook they might have perceived by not calling them, I returned calls but didn't much make them. As you might expect as I was no longer in the area traveling about the West trying to find a place, a job, travel because I'd never before (moved but never traveled), ... anyway people quit calling. Of course, I've pondered my old life many nights when I simply can distract myself no longer and the quiet gives way to melancholy. However, two nights ago was the first time I thought of this man and this moment at the restaurant. I met him right near "the end," so I couldn't honestly even remember his last name.
Now wouldn't it be nice if that sweet, wealthy generous man happened to call my old number which I still keep active on a free phone service whereas my LA number is on the paid and reliable service, and I could sort of set of similar to what I have here where I do labor (no sex) for rent,... y'know stuff men of my age want done, but won't do. Truth, absolute truth, I was not thinking that when I thought of him the other night, I was just remembering how I didn't appreciate what I had when I had it, not him, but the whole life that night epitomized. But lo and BEHOLD....
He just called. After 7-8 years he decided he wanted to know if I was still alive and kicking. And of course, being the chatty Kathy I am, I rattled on about my dilemma and..... He has a warm room with a private bath ready whenever I leave here. Now is that magic? coincidence? or is y'all's god shining some goodness on a god-hater? 'Cause I got to tell you, I may actually be able to relax and enjoy a week off instead of being all tied in knots and worry.
A little unnerving (in a good way) when things like this happen. Is it ESP, did I send out a SOS to him I was unaware of? Can coincidence truly be this well timed? I don't believe in god, or luck, or magic,... but it has something besides coincidence.
So as some may know, I'm in a catch-22 of finally have a temp job but it doesn't create enough of a paycheck live even as a roommate in LA, and the fellow whose home I've been parked at with my little bedroom trailer, and trading labor for rent is retiring and leaving, so I have to leave. I've considered returning to Idaho, but I hesitate to rent a place even though I could afford one for 4 or 5 months without income, it would wipe me out again, but I could. If however I don't find a job up there in that 2-2.5 months I figured I'd head elsewhere perhaps where jobs were more plentiful but not as expensive to live as LA. Ultimately I don't want to be hooking myself to a rental contract I may have to break. And since it currently looks like I'll be returning late December to January, it'll be too cold for too long to wing it at the truck stop.
To top that off, with the work I do, our company has no projects this upcoming week due to T-day, and my housemate is off to see his girlfriend then his children, so I'll have tons of time to worry and fret and freak, and be all anxious....
Y'know the other night I was remembering being out to dinner with one of my male many friends who started as a hopeful beau. At a fine restaurant, eating fine food, drinking fine wine, and liqueur and coffee with dessert. Haven't seen that gentleman in 9 years, or talked to him him 7-8 years. I was thinkin' how perhaps I should've taken him up on his offer back when my financial collapse became imminent, but he was wealthy and too nice, I just felt it would be taking advantage of him, and I just couldn't. Ahh, but comfort and security back in the day when I owned a profitable biz and things and people were good. I pretty much let everyone off any hook they might have perceived by not calling them, I returned calls but didn't much make them. As you might expect as I was no longer in the area traveling about the West trying to find a place, a job, travel because I'd never before (moved but never traveled), ... anyway people quit calling. Of course, I've pondered my old life many nights when I simply can distract myself no longer and the quiet gives way to melancholy. However, two nights ago was the first time I thought of this man and this moment at the restaurant. I met him right near "the end," so I couldn't honestly even remember his last name.
Now wouldn't it be nice if that sweet, wealthy generous man happened to call my old number which I still keep active on a free phone service whereas my LA number is on the paid and reliable service, and I could sort of set of similar to what I have here where I do labor (no sex) for rent,... y'know stuff men of my age want done, but won't do. Truth, absolute truth, I was not thinking that when I thought of him the other night, I was just remembering how I didn't appreciate what I had when I had it, not him, but the whole life that night epitomized. But lo and BEHOLD....
He just called. After 7-8 years he decided he wanted to know if I was still alive and kicking. And of course, being the chatty Kathy I am, I rattled on about my dilemma and..... He has a warm room with a private bath ready whenever I leave here. Now is that magic? coincidence? or is y'all's god shining some goodness on a god-hater? 'Cause I got to tell you, I may actually be able to relax and enjoy a week off instead of being all tied in knots and worry.
A little unnerving (in a good way) when things like this happen. Is it ESP, did I send out a SOS to him I was unaware of? Can coincidence truly be this well timed? I don't believe in god, or luck, or magic,... but it has something besides coincidence.