Waldo

Trouble Breathing
2004-12-17 19:45:15 (UTC)

Anxiety

Well, I mailed that letter to the owner of my home
Monday and it was scheduled to arrive Wednesday in
his Des Plaines home. I've also sent out the copy and
my checks to the property management company.
Today is Friday: 11:20AM. I've heard nothing yet. This
has made me very anxious. I'm fully prepared for shit to
hit the fan one way or the other, but not knowing when,
where and how is troubling.

There are a host of scenarios. But the most possible
ones are: 1) The owner reads and decides to do
nothing and the property management company
retaliates. In which case, we move (which we can't
afford to do and is a BIG hassle). 2) The owner
responds to me saying that things will be improved,
with no response from Nicklin -- esentially status quo
until something else goes wrong. There again, we
would also likely move, albeit at a slightly more relaxed
pace. 3) The owner responds and sympathizes with
me, saying he'll replace the broken items. Though my
troubles seem unimportant to the owner. Nicklin also
responds, but much more defensively and I get no
apology. 4) The same scenario as #3, except that this
time, Nicklin does apologize. Problems are corrected.
5) The owner responds to me directly saying that he's
dropping the property management company and
either dealing with me directly or retaining a different
property management company. He also replaces the
refrigerator and has our ovens fixed. 6) Same scenario
as #5, except that the owner also tells us not to pay rent
for a couple months as an attempt to correct past
wrongs. 7) The owner drops the property management
company and asks if we're interested in buying the
home at a reduced cost (since we've expressed
interest before and because of all it's current problems)

Obviously, scenarios 1, 2 and 3 would not be
satisfactory for me and I'd likely move, even though I
don't want to.

Scenario 4 would be satisfactory and is essentially all
I'm seeking.

Scenarios 5 and 6 would make me a very happy man.

Scenario 7 is very unlikely to happen, though I can't say
I haven't thought about it. That would be very nice and
would provide me with something of my own in which I
dictate the present and future.

All of this could blow over. It could all blow up in my
face. All I know is that I've been wronged and someone
had better make it right. I just want some indication of
where the owner stands before having to deal with
Nicklin. If I don't hear from him tonight, I'll call him again
on Saturday—that is if Nicklin doesn't get to me first. I
dread having to face them without knowing where the
owner stands.

Last night was our company Xmas party. We had it at
the Roadrunner Saloon in Henderson. Pretty cool little
place. We mini-bowled and I kicked everyone's ass
until the last game—even our company's CEO and
COO, who both flew in from Kansas City. Food was OK,
but the drinks flowed ever so regularly, so I was happily
drunk by the end of the night.

Hassles at work continue, and there's still no word
about whether or not I'll be getting a raise. Reg has
more medical bills and now her car is acting funny. We
also can't afford my company's health insurance, so
she has to look elsewhere. It seems like problems
never, ever end. I'm really not in much of a Xmas mood
at all. All I'm realy looking forward to is the end of this
horrible year (the first half was ok).

Here's my Holiday wish: That all these house problems
get resolved before Jan. 1 in a manner appropriate with
what I WANT and DESERVE. I also want Reg's car to be
fixed, her to get insurance and for a definitive answer to
how much money I'll be making next year. (Bonuses
have been nixed again this year). I want to BE ABLE TO
start fresh come Jan. 1.

Nothing would make me happier than sitting in our
cabin on Mt. Charleston on New Year's Eve, knowing
that the next day literally starts a NEW year. But I'm
afraid/anxious that all these problems are going to carry
over and continue until I snap and go on a shooting
spree or something.

I need a week in Maui to keep myself sane. Anyone
wanna pay for it? Yeah, me neither.




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