I bailed on Camper World for a used trailer. The main deal breaker was the fact they weren't willing to drive it the 24 miles to Lillian, AL and hook it up. They claimed liability issues prevented them from doing that. They couldn't even recommend someone to do it independently.
And they couldn't seem to understand that I wasn't going to drive it anywhere, thus didn't need all the travel perks they were dumping on the deal.
The final break in the straw was when a CW rep texted me saying he couldn't get a hold of Riley and was contacting me instead. He said there was another interested party and if we wanted to make the deal, we better decide soon.
Really? Sounds like a pressure tactic and since I didn't know how much the deposit was going to be or how much my monthly payment was going to be, I told him the deal was over and go with the other client.
I texted Riley what I did, then turned off my fucking phone. My landlord here told me to shove it when I asked her for assistance in checking out the trailer yesterday, so I have no interest in talking to anybody at the moment.
I have four days of Pool Duty coming up and then my living situation here is done. I'm burnt out, and finished with my current relationships here in Pensacola.
Not sure where I'm going but I've gotten spoiled by Florida weather so I think I'll head South and see where I end up. It can't be worse than this.
Working out, writing great code, working seven hour shifts and buying an RV Camper with Riley. The situation here has gone to hell, but it's not the first time I've gone through a destroyed relationship, and hopefully it will be the last.
Eight days to go and I can start a new life, without any bullshit baggage. I've got three days off and then four days to end the month and the job. I'm making extra money to hire someone to move me to Lillin, AL and help me hookup the trailer.
Rock Forward!
Update: Bailing on the trailer, working on getting out of the space I'm in.
Fuck forward..
I merged my possible new trailer unit with an angry fire breathing Komodo Dragon today, because I can.
Well I did it again, shutdown this blog for almost a day, and I must say, this one looked pretty good! Than as I was going to bed last night my son Riley reached out, letting me know that he's still ready and wanting to help.
I accepted, and we worked out details for today. I have six days of work commitment left at the pool and then the season is over. It's also the first of the month, and my rent for the lopsided, waterless, no toilet trailer ends.
Riley and I have concurred that the best way to proceed is to trust Camper World at their word that they are supplying a well serviced used trailer in good shape. I just refuse to spend two days pay on an Uber to travel 35 miles and back to check it out.
Camper World is anxious to make this sale so I've proposed to Riley that he request a transport and setup to the waiting trailer spot in Lillian, AL, for free, to sweeten the deal. It's 24 miles there and a half day project for a CW tech with a truck.
When the first rolls around I can find a local on FB or CL with a pickup that wants to make a hundred bucks moving me and my stuff to Lillian. This deal requires no complications with the current living situation, and I'm a self maintaining man for the last time.
It's been an interesting day. I made a really stupid post yesterday about how I hate women. I don't. and I took it down. I'm working the pool this weekend, and who knows about the following week, which is the last one.
The trailer company Camper World in Robertsdale, AL asked me if I was going to make it up there this week to check out the unit Riley's ready to get for me. I told them no because I have no transportation. It's 34 miles away and there's no way my trike will make it.
I'm out of food in this trailer so I drove to the store today. Along the way I pass Ascension Sacred Heart and they have an Urgent Care. I'm used to the one in Tennessee costing $10, and the usual doctor fee is $40 down here. I called my insurance and it will cost me $30.
I'll take it and I'll drop in there tomorrow. My enlarged prostate is enlarging a bunch and I can barely pee now. Which is a problem since I'm drinking a lot of water. Maybe they can perscribe a prostate shrinkage med.
Life is difficult at the moment. I'm not having any success in procuring an evaluator for the used trailer up in Robertsdale, AL. I could get a $150 round trip Uber ride there, but what the fuck do I know about trailers, other than lopsided ones with no water or toilet, suck.
Narcissistic attempts are being made to have me fail, and start drinking again, so the phrase Pops is a loser, I told you so can be shared among social friends. The funny thing is, it's just making me stronger.
There's a good chance this whole mobile living thing will fail. My only other real option is to find a shared room for rent around here somewhere. I'd rather find one far away from Pensacola, but I don't have transportation, so it's limited.
I have two more weekends of work at The Pool, then it's over. Wish me luck as I figure out my next step in life.
In the meantime, AI generated this for my next trip to the store:
Healthy No-Cook Dinner Ideas for Soft Eating. Designed for no teeth, no oven, no stovetop, and a barely working microwave.
I jumped out of bed early this morning with Bulletin Board content on my mind. Here's what I wrote on the BB I recently created for the RV Park I'm moving to at the end of this month.
Hello future neighbors, Jim here. I don't know if Jack's put the link to this board up yet at the Park, but I need a couple of things and I'm willing to pay for them.
I'm getting a used 31' RV from Camping World in Robertsdale, AL and moving to your RV Park on Sep 1, and the distance between them is 24 miles. I'm currently living in Perdido Bay across the water, and I have no vehicle, other than an electric trike for getting around.
The first thing I need is someone knowledgeable about RV's to drive to Camping World and perform an evaluation on this RV. I've even created an app to facilitate this, called CWCheck.
I also need someone with a capable rig to go there on Sep 1, then pick it up and drive it to our RV Park. Helping me hook it up would be good.
I don't know the going rate for these things, probably expensive if done professionally, that's why I'm reaching out to you. I'm willing to pay a fair rate for either of these services, if you're capable of doing them.
The fact that you read this here is a good sign, it means we can communicate. If you're interested, please respond back!
Jim
My son Riley just messaged me an Old Man question. Do you still have a valid driver's license?
I replied I have a brand new Florida DL, with a Safe Driver sticker. No accidents in many decades, never a DUI. I'm clean and sober and could bump it to Commercial if I chose to, which I don't.
Speaking of Messages, I still have many to back up my recent Posts. I'm not a stupid foolish Old Man, even though the people around me here, beg to differ.
I have a new expression rolling around in my brain lately, Fuck. And it's deliberately missing the second-person pronoun.
Should be an interesting day at my pool job today.
I asked Dan a week ago if he would drive me to Robertsdale, AL (about 35 mi) to check out this RV that Riley and I want to get. He was the perfect guy to ask, straight shooter, experienced around RV's and hookups, and his day off was Monday and so was mine.
He said sure, busy but later in the day would work. I thought we were good, until Shelby found out about it. Then I got chewed out for asking Dan to do this, said he was way to busy and I got the general impression that she controls his schedule.
Then she said I should have asked her to do it, she's way better with RV's and trailers and hookups. But since I had the nerve to ask Dan without her approval, and instead of asking her, the whole thing got thrown to the wind.
I've since been trying hard to find some help with this, primarily on Facebook, to no avail. I feel really isolated here, fed up, and I can't wait to leave somehow come Sep 1.
Narcissism rules around this place and it's sad. It's to everyone's advantage to get me out of this lopsided piece of shit trailer with no water or toilet or gas, and down the road, but it's blocked.
I'm in a bad mood. I don't like working seven hours straight telling people they have to wear their fucking wristbands, or I'll kick them to the curb, no matter how much they're spending a night here.
Everyone else has bailed, they have one open day next week, two supposedly covered by Shelby but I can't remember the last time she pulled a shift. Don't ask me or I'll tell you to shove it. Emily's got three days the following week and has made it very clear she want's no more, and Bud's going on a cruise.
So that leaves me. A man who is surrounded by people he's tired of, and they're tired of me. I have no idea how I'm going to check the RV out in Robertsdale, AL, get it moved to Lillian, AL or get myself moved out of here.
There's two holes forming on the bottom of my only shoes, to match the two holes in the toes. I've got 45 minutes on this shift and my nightly schedule is shot.
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