I took my dad to the airport last Monday morning. I have to admit I was a little nervous driving into Chicago. It really was not bad at all. We took the scenic drive along the lake. It was beautiful. I was sad to see him go.
These last two weeks have been an interesting. I started working for Elaine, everyday there has been something new she would like to complain about. First, we were renting the basement, then we were renting 3/4 of the basement, then it was half the basement. If you haven't been in the loop. Dan is in a new place very month until november rotating at different hospitals. So . . . .
May-Waterloo, IA
June - Hammond, IN
July - Indianaplois, IN. And so on. . . .
The plan was to work for Elaine in Hammond for half of June to cover 1/2 of June rent and I would work for her until the end of Sept to cover rent. So I could see Dan on the weekends instead of not seeing him at all. The arrangement was that I would work Monday thru Friday and have weekends off.
Well I have been here a week and a half, and things keep changing. It's like she can't make up her mind. Monday after I got there we had a little meeting to discuss terms and go over things and thought it went pretty well. We told her that we were going out of town the following weekend to our nephew's baptism. (which was fine as pre our arrangement and she agreed).
By Tuesday night the following week Elaine was really adamant to have another meeting. Dan was working really late so I ask if we could wait til he go back. ( i told her he probably won't get back until after 8pm.) She said sure. Well at 8pm, she said that we wasn't waiting anymore. She started nit-picking about everything under the sun, from how I can't go out of town on the weekends because she feels abandoned to how everything has to be put a certain way to how we shut the outside door, To how we are no longer renting the basement we are renting the bed and a 1/4 of the basement to store our some of our stuff. If I did the dishes, I couldn't let them airdry on the rack because it makes that area looked cluttered and so on. . .
I told her that I would work the rest of the week and we would be leaving and that this was not going to work out. When she asked why and that she didn't understand why I would not just love it there. I smiled and trying not to laugh, I just said it wasn't going to work out. However she insisted. So therefore I picked one thing and explained nicely and calming the arrangement we had made and now she was going back on her word. She was so upset and defensive, so I just stopped and ended the conversation because it was not going to end well.
Everyday I would say to myself, it's just an adjustment, maybe I misunderstood, however after that meeting I have come to the conclusion she was just OCD and she can't handle anyone being in her space. So now I am homeless.
Let the adventure begin!