I’m about to have the un-havable in San Francisco – an extra bedroom.
My first room here in the city was $375 in the Castro. That was 1995. Next I lived in the upper haight in an amazing Victorian house with my own private bath for $395.
Fast-forward to today where a two bedroom runs $4000 per month if you’re lucky. Plus utilities. With 4 other people. In the ghetto. Dot com.
Beavis got mad at me for not washing my dish. Or peeing on the toilet. Or taking a shit too smellily. He is sure that he is hearing me talk about how much I hate him behind his back. But then again, he is sure that there are lots of things happening that have no basis in reality.
So he is moving out. Then he’s not. Hey! I’m moving out! No, I’m not. Six times he played that game. I stopped playing after the second time.
The landlord stopped playing after the fifth time. Now beavis is wondering why we are all expecting him to move out.
Today he asked me to make sure to let him know if I was going to work from home because he wanted to take the dog to daycare. He is afraid to leave the dog alone with me. I told him that I world be working at home for the rest of the month.
Only one more week of this shit and I have this two bedroom apartment to myself. And 100 strangers if I so choose. All at once.