Parents have an amazing ability to make your life impossible, and create "perfect" situations from which you have no escape. Case and point, my location for where I am going to live this summer.
The original plan was that I would stay in the on-campus apartments this summer, pay $260 a month for rent, plus food expenses, and make about $304 a week working at two on-campus locations. That Idea fell to shit when Julane said nobody could move into the apartments until August 15th because they had to be "cleaned". To this exact moment, I can't help but wonder how they clean an apartment with a tenant still in it. That aside, my next option is the dormitories, where I will be spending $15 per day, which totals $457 per month. Okay, income of 1200 a month, expense of 450. This should still work right? Wrong. Enter the parent.
Their proposition: They will provide a flat $1200 if I go home over the summer. Food will be paid for as well. Bear in mind that this is actually cheaper since I won't have to pay for food or as much for gas (since I won't be driving as much). Marc, my boss at ASAP, can't offer me any more than he already is (his budget is stretched razor thin already) meaning it is financially advantageous to go home for the summer. The problem in this is that many of my friends are here over the summer, and the odds of me getting a job back home are slim to none, especially in the field of work I am looking for. Additionally, Marc will not have anyone around to work on the ASAP kiosk, meaning I will have to get it to a post-beta stage by exactly one week from today, while dealing with all my finals. Additionally, he needs me for other related work, and ASAP is also moving buildings (Courtesy of Res Life) over the summer. So what exactly do I tell Marc? That I can't work there over the summer because I can't earn enough money to afford initial expenses in the Fall semester? How is my boss going to take to that after I told him I should be able to stay? My parents aren't much help in the matter, and they provide a perfect split.
My mother would love for me to come home, while my father is in favor of independence and all that jazz. They offered the cost of an apartment rent (260) per month, which means I will be able to break even, if nit slightly in debt if I stay here over the summer. If I go home, my situation isn't much better. Besides having parents to deal with, I will have Sacramento heat, a nonexistent income until I find a job, and I will have to then deal with the "joys" of Roseville again. No matter how you slice it, I am screwed. I suppose it is just really more of an issue of wether I want to be screwed in Monterey or screwed in Roseville.
I finally couldn't take the conversation with both my parents (my dad picked up the other line) so I told them I would call them back tomorrow. I honestly have no idea what the hell I am supposed to do.
In other news, I watched Episode 2 a while ago. It was okay. Nehara came late and she ended up sitting in a theater that wasn't ours, and saw the last part of the 3:00 showing. I must say, it was okay, although it kept in the back of my mind I needed to be at MCAP at 6pm in order to do my service learning outreach.
I reached the MCAP office at 6:40, and shock of shocks, nobody was there. For those that haven't been keeping up with my other journal, the person I do outreach with has a horrible habit of canceling and sending me an email the day of the outreach, usually in the afternoon when I can't get to a computer. Well, she had cancelled or postponed it five times before tonight. I checked my email twenty minutes ago and added a sixth tally mark. Someone did finally show up, and I left the AAOP flyers and CD in her box and went back to campus. When I got back, I stopped by Nehara's room, said hi, and talked for a bit. I then came back here, to where I made my fateful phone call - the results of which are above. And that brings us to now. We call this the end of the entry. For those that are even thinking of AIMing me tonight, it is probably not a wise idea.
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