So here I am, "home". Remember the big field I showed you earlier? Yeah. That's "home". Not much here: some grass, rocks, not even a tree let alone a "home".
I guess since I have nothing here, and since I have some money left over from school, I'll go to the local diner and get some food, maybe look through the paper for work.
I was in luck while at the diner. Although I didn't find any jobs, the woman that ran the diner told me her son was looking for an interior decorator. She gave me his phone number and I gave him a call. It didn't take much convincing to hire me, he hired me almost immediately. Desperate, I guess. My first job is tomorrow. I know the library is open 24 hours, and has couches. Maybe I can take a nap there before I start working.
The diner lady's son called me the next morning with the address to my first client.
I find out from the client he wants new doors and windows. Seems easy enough. I was able to upgrade the windows and doors and keep him well under his budget.
Not a huge improvement, but you should have seen the place before!
Not a huge improvement, but you should have seen the place before!
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I still got paid but find out from my boss that I will get a bigger payout if I get closer to the clients budget without going over. He sends me on to the next job, a rich lady who wants a nursery, laundry room, and some electronics. I finish her request and get real close to her budget of $4,000. When I am done I call her, and she says she will be there to go over the work with me soon. Hours go by and still no client. I call again, and she tells me the same thing. Another few hours of waiting. I finally call and tell her I will come to her. When I get to where she is, she is no where to be seen. I get a call from my boss. There was a problem. The client had just gone through a divorce, and to get back at her ex-husband, she was spending his money as fast as she could. Weird part is though, she's fled town with the money in hand, we didn't get paid.
This job doesn't seem like it's up my alley. I call my boss the next day and tell him it's just not working out for me.
***
So now what? My first job, as an interior designer, was a flop. I still have no house to call a home. I'm pretty much homeless. I find out through talking to towns people, that the owner of the library knows of my situation and has offered to allow me to stay at the library for as long as I need to to get myself on my feet. Since I pretty much don't have a pot to piss in, I take him up on the offer. I'm sleeping on one of the couches on the second floor. It's not bad, but at least there is a roof over my head. There is also a small kitchen next to the room I'm staying in as well as an art easel in the room. I'm painting using the skills I learned from University. Before long, I'm selling my paintings. I've started building my house. It's not much now, but it's enough to allow me to move out of the library.
***
I lived in the library for 2 months. It wasn't pretty, and I'm sure you don't want to see it. Lots of dumpster diving and selling my paintings to get money. Once in a while I had just enough money to eat at the diner.
When I had enough money, I started building my house, and had enough provisions to move in it. I even bought a guitar and started teaching myself how to play it.
Still, I was missing being at school. It's been a hard few months at home. And I was missing Garrison. We talked once in a while, but with it being long distance, the chats were short.
I still got paid but find out from my boss that I will get a bigger payout if I get closer to the clients budget without going over. He sends me on to the next job, a rich lady who wants a nursery, laundry room, and some electronics. I finish her request and get real close to her budget of $4,000. When I am done I call her, and she says she will be there to go over the work with me soon. Hours go by and still no client. I call again, and she tells me the same thing. Another few hours of waiting. I finally call and tell her I will come to her. When I get to where she is, she is no where to be seen. I get a call from my boss. There was a problem. The client had just gone through a divorce, and to get back at her ex-husband, she was spending his money as fast as she could. Weird part is though, she's fled town with the money in hand, we didn't get paid.
This job doesn't seem like it's up my alley. I call my boss the next day and tell him it's just not working out for me.
***
So now what? My first job, as an interior designer, was a flop. I still have no house to call a home. I'm pretty much homeless. I find out through talking to towns people, that the owner of the library knows of my situation and has offered to allow me to stay at the library for as long as I need to to get myself on my feet. Since I pretty much don't have a pot to piss in, I take him up on the offer. I'm sleeping on one of the couches on the second floor. It's not bad, but at least there is a roof over my head. There is also a small kitchen next to the room I'm staying in as well as an art easel in the room. I'm painting using the skills I learned from University. Before long, I'm selling my paintings. I've started building my house. It's not much now, but it's enough to allow me to move out of the library.
***
I lived in the library for 2 months. It wasn't pretty, and I'm sure you don't want to see it. Lots of dumpster diving and selling my paintings to get money. Once in a while I had just enough money to eat at the diner.
When I had enough money, I started building my house, and had enough provisions to move in it. I even bought a guitar and started teaching myself how to play it.
Still, I was missing being at school. It's been a hard few months at home. And I was missing Garrison. We talked once in a while, but with it being long distance, the chats were short.
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