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August 19, 2012

Susan asks…

Please spare some time to read my story and comment?

Chapter One: The End

Late nights. Overtime at the office. Dim light. Drawing plans rolled up everywhere, torn up everywhere in the bin, on the floor, on my desk, on my seat. I guess it’s just another one of those nights at the office as an architect. You know when I was a kid I swore I wanted to be an architect. I loved playing with Legos and those damn building blocks…what do you call them? Jenga? Anyway, back in primary school I kept playing with those damn Legos and my teacher Miss Benstock. Yes, I even remember her name. It was in year two when she gave me the biggest encouragement to keep building the Legos. She said I was a natural and that I was great at it. She’s a great gal she was. Real pretty too. I mean I guess she just came out of uni and everything was all bright and stuff, unlike those older teachers with no potential, no future, just sitting around trying to reminisce on younger years by hanging around young children before they finally hit the grave. Poof. Gone and back to the earth they came from. Anyway, life isn’t anything like you imagined it in high school or primary school. It’s just crap. When you’re an architect and you don’t go big, and you’re just a small fry in a large company like Bigex Design Industries, people don’t actually notice you’re around. See, you always have these huge dreams of achieving greatness, travelling the world, shaking hands with important people and making loads of money to bring back to your beautiful wife and kids. Yea, that’s what they call the American dream. That’s why I moved to this goddam New York in 08. I originally lived with my family in San Francisco since I was born until I was 22 when I got offered a job in New York at this company called T&G Architectural Industries which goddam failed as the whole company went down to the ground in bankruptcy because of the stupid Global Economic crisis. I lost my goddam job and I moved from my large condo into this shitty little condo down 15th street. Luckily I graduated from San Francisco University with a masters in Architecture so I had a good file and everything and I got accepted into Bigex. But with minimum wage and hardly any friends there wasn’t much I could look forward to. Only a few months ago, I got news from San Francisco that my father just died. Dropped dead with a heart attack. It was damn sad. Though that old man did cause some pain in my life, I did love the guy. Man that was a depressing point in my life and it didn’t necessary do any good for my career too. I overheard some people talking about Mr Stevens, my boss, firing me in the upcoming days.

So now, I’m sitting here in my little office cubicle trying to finish off this design for some Japanese customers who apparently want a whale-sized swimming pool inside their building…I watch the clock on the wall as it hits past ten at night. I swear I thought my eyelids were hanging to the desk I was so tired. I packed my little suitcase that I had with me for years. It’s really all broken up now, it’s pretty useless in holding heavier things. I don’t really care though, so I just stuff my papers into my suitcase not caring where they go. My suitcase has these slits that you can slip in your sheets, but I just couldn’t be bothered. By the time I finished stuffing my sheets in my suitcase, it looked exactly like my life. All disorganised and over the place, crumpled up and written all over. Anyway, I headed off downstairs to catch a taxi. I didn’t own a car, it costed too much. I couldn’t afford any luxuries, so I just took the bus everyday, and if I couldn’t, I’d take the cab. As I arrived on the 15th street and headed up to my depressing apartment. Seriously, if you looked at it, it looked exactly the same as all the other apartments on the entire street. Just all dull and grey with like one tree planted between each apartment and a broken down fence that separated the apartments. So anyway, I got up to the door and waited for the lift. As I got in I noticed the urine stains on the wall and the empty Macdonalds lying on the floor as I waited till I got up to the 3rd floor. There was just this dim light in the corridor flickering on and off and making the buzzing sound each time it did as I trudged to my apartment door. My apartment doesn’t have much in it. Just four rooms: bedroom, kitchen, toilet and the living room. My living room had one 16 inch TV on this old table I had with an old couch I bought almost a year ago with a pot and its wilting plant in the corner of the room. The walls were bear white with stains of grey where the wall paper was peeling off. As I got in I threw my suitcase onto the couch and slumped into my bed.

I swear if I hear that alarm clock go off again I’m going to take a hammer and smash it to bits. Every morning I have to wake up at 6 just to put on my suit and get ready for work. My suit was from my dad because I couldn’t really afford a good one myself. It was probably the most expensive thing I
had in my apartment, apart from my guitar. My parents forced me to get guitar lessons when I was a kid even though they could hardly pay for it. I’d thank them though because I really do like the guitar. Sometimes I spend my mellow days playing it until I felt a little better. But anyway, I did all the things a suit would do in front of the mirror. You know the usual, shaving, brushing my teeth, doing up my tie all ready for the small fry job I had at Bigex. And the usual, I get onto the bus with all these other suits looking at their watches or their phones before they got to work just like me. And of course the traffic decides today that there’s a traffic jam. So me and my fellow suits just stand there on the bus waiting for the guy at the front of the traffic to get a move along while everybody’s beeping their cars and screaming road rage language at everyone. It’s all really a hoot. Typical New York.
So anyway, I’m back in my little office cubicle. Everything’s still there when I left there. Drawing plans rolled up everywhere, torn up everywhere in the bin, on the floor, on my desk, on my seat. Anyway, before I get to work on my design for the Japanese clients I get a call from Ms Diane, Mr Steven’s assistant.
‘Umm…Travis, Mr Stevens would like to see you in his office right away please.’
‘Yes, thank you Rosie. I’ll be there in a sec.’ Sigh, here it was. The axe. Couple of my colleagues mentioned the axe on me before. Here it comes I guess.
I went up the lift to the highest floor and walked up to Ms Diane before knocking on Mr Steven’s door and walking in. Man the 35th floor really was a luxurious floor. Huge spaces with black marble floor and glass doors and huge view. Wish I could live this sort of pampered lifestyle rather than my low-paying low life.
‘Good Morning Mr Stevens.’ I say as the usual greeting.
‘Ah… good morning Travis. Let’s get to the point shall we? Our company’s not going on a good run my son. Interest rates have gone up and there aren’t many clients as there used to be.
Too many people worried about the Global economic crisis that makes no one want to build buildings anymore.’ Mr Stevens was a very straightforward man who liked to get down to business. To him, time meant precious money. Money that he couldn’t afford wasting…on me.
‘Umm…yes sir.’ I was getting pretty nervous then even though I knew I was getting the axe.
‘So son. There’s no easy way to say this. But we’re going to have to let you go mate. Sorry.’ And that was it. My big career all washed down the drain. Packed my bags, got my last paycheque and headed out. I hadn’t paid my rent for my apartment for like two weeks now, so I don’t know how the landlord is going to deal with me being unemployed and all.

Life’s just great ain’t it?

Administrator answers:

I liked it. A few minor editing things will probably have to happen, as in all stories, but otherwise it’s really good.

Read mine? :http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AkgOlA3BIEMmR6XJKax2ssXsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20100101183925AArWSEa

Linda asks…

what would you choose on this case i need advice?

I’m 18, and i’m tired of living with my parents so i’m moving out. I also miss my old city back in san francisco. I make $4200 a month, and i already own my car.

What would you do?

1. Rent your own apartment $1300?

or

2. Rent a room and share a luxury condo with a roommate she’s 30 and a professional so no prob and it’s in downtown sf with great views (pool, jacuzzi, gym, home theater and security 24/7) $1500?

Administrator answers:

If 1,300 is including your bills electricity etc, then get your own place, there’s nothing like having privacey when you want it, being able to take friends back to your place and having the use of the whole place not just kinda one room !! Why would a 30 yr old want 18/20 year olds wandering around the place? Surely they would be more likely to have friends/lovers to stay nearer their own age and might find it uncomfortable after a while with an 18 yr old indoors !To me it would be like sharing with my son ! Do yourself a favour, have your own space, where you can decorate it how you want, run around naked if you want to, live in your own home how you want to without it possibly affecting a friendship..remember an apartment is your home renting a room is in someone elses home ! Whatever you do I hope your very happy with your choice.

Carol asks…

What would you choose on this case i need advice?

I’m 18, and i’m tired of living with my parents so i’m moving out. I also miss my old city back in san francisco. I make $4200 a month, and i already own my car.

What would you do?

1. Rent your own apartment just a regular studio $1300?

or

2. Rent a room and share a luxury condo with a roommate she’s 30 and a professional so no prob and it’s in downtown sf with great views (pool, jacuzzi, gym, home theater and security 24/7) $1500?

Administrator answers:

Hi from France ?

Go for your own apartment !!.. Thus you will be completely free !

Have a great day,

Cat.

Steven asks…

What word would best describe me?

I just can’t figure myself out! I’m 26yrs old, Female, Sagittarius.

I love EVERYTHING !! And when I say everything I mean everything, my taste and curiosity is never-ending, I go thru phases every single week. One week I want to be a hippie/bohemian/gypsy, next week I’m into clubbing trance music, next gangster, next old school…

And I listen to every type of music you can think of.. depending on the phase i’m in. & I love it, I’m very happy this way. This week I am in the bohemian phase. I started belly dance classes and looking up zen/bohemian styles to decorate my apartment Im getting in August. I only hope I don’t change phases by then because I love this phase. Love hippie and the 60s.. I just feel like no one really knows the REAL me. I’m a reserved corporate “office girl” by day and by night I’m this crazy sensual weed smoking person! LOL

Here’s an idea. My Pandora is custom fitting here’s the music I range from:

Love Songs Radio
Bryan Adams, Edwin McCain, Aerosmith, Adele
Buddha Bar Radio
Yasmine, Nicos, Tulku, Karunesh
Led Zeppelin Radio
Jimi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Cream
Bob Marley Radio
Cultura Profetica, Bob Marley Vs. Lee Scratch Perry, Ziggy Marley & The Melody Makers, Stephen Marley
Blues Guitar Legends Radio
Stevie Ray Vaughan, B.B. King, B.B. King & Eric Clapton, Albert King & Stevie Ray Vaughan
MGMT Radio
Phoenix, Foster The People, Modest Mouse, Peter Bjorn And John
Taylor Swift Radio
The Band Perry, Carrie Underwood, Lady Antebellum, Rascal Flatts
Depeche Mode Radio
New Order, Duran Duran, The Smiths, Tears For Fears
Inna Radio
Edward Maya & Vika Jigulina, Alexandra Stan, Edward Maya, Nadia Ali
Cafe Del Mar Radio
Push, Nikolai, Lolo, Deadmau5
Frank Sinatra (Holiday) Radio
Dean Martin (Holiday), Nat King Cole (Holiday), Bing Crosby (Holiday), Ella Fitzgerald (Holiday)
Soundtrack Radio
Cee-Lo Green, Al Jarreau, Aaron Neville, Greg Nagy
Framing Hanley Radio
Breaking Benjamin, 10 Years, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, 30 Seconds to Mars
Breathe Carolina Radio
Hellogoodbye, The Downtown Fiction, 3Oh!3, Metro Station
Christmas Radio
Dean Martin (Holiday), Bobby Helms (Holiday), Burl Ives (Holiday), Brenda Lee (Holiday)
Gipsy Kings Radio
Ottmar Liebert, Jesse Cook, Armik, Johannes Linstead
90′s Music
Aaliyah, Xscape, Monica, Mary J. Blige
Classical Music
Hella, Lightning Bolt, The Flying Luttenbachers, Melk The G6-49
R&B
Trey Songz, Chris Brown, Plies, Drake
Old Skool Soul
Al Green, Bobby Womack, Teddy Pendergrass, Earth, Wind & Fire
Indie
The Xx, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Florence + The Machine, Phantogram
Movie Soundtrack
Carter Burwell, London Music Works, The Twilight Saga: New Moon (Film Score), Michael Dulin
Party Muzik
New Boyz, Cobra Starship, Dev, Mike Posner
Christian Radio
Kirk Franklin, Marvin Sapp, Kierra Sheard, Kirk Franklin’s Nu Nation
The Oldies But Goodies (Remind Me Of You) Radio
The Penguins, Johnnie & Joe, The Five Satins, The Paradons
Dirty South Radio
Outkast, UGK, YoungBloodz, Trick Daddy
Young Jeezy Radio
Lil Wayne, T.I., Rick Ross, DJ Khaled
90′s Hip Hop
Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Work, Focus, Study
Lady Pop
Alternative Radio
Country Radio
Dance Radio

My Blog contains these interests: BEAUTIFUL WOMEN * sexuality * PORN * passion * sensual * ART * alcohol * luxury * glamorous * vintage * cultural * GUNS * hippie * buddha * spirituality * flowers * quotes * funny * movies and tv * 60s * weed * fitness * mexicana * europe * models * gangster * poetry * independent films * foreign * city * decor * cartoons * food * nudes * sex * armenian * russian * paris * london * san francisco * love * country * black and white * country music * disney * pixar * hilarious * greek * arabic * muslim * christian * tolerance * freedom * peace * ZEN * serenity * lebanese * roses * God * Jesus * psychology *
Sorry it’s so long i wanted to be sure to get all the music in there. But I guess I should have laid it out differently. Thanks for the answers. It’s definitely hard to explain yourself over the internet and try to keep it short. But I only ask here so I can get honest opinions and not from people that know me that wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings or whatever. So I wouldn’t say Im a poser wannabe. I don’t ever follow a crowd, in fact I can’t stand that. I change often and usually gain people following what I’m doing. Until I move on. There are things I am NOT into, politics, negative people, work etc. I don’t talk fast or loud, I am very soft spoken and come across as shy… I guess, unique, eclectic and weird best describe me.

Administrator answers:

Let’s put this as simply as poss.You come across as a BIT OVERBEARING!

Michael asks…

help what would you do i need advice?

I’m 18, and i’m tired of living with my parents so i’m moving out. I also miss my old city back in san francisco.

What would you do?

1. Rent your own apartment just a regular studio $1450?

or

2. Rent a room and share a luxury condo with a roommate she’s 30 and a professional so no prob and it’s in downtown sf with great views (pool, jacuzzi, gym, home theater and security 24/7) $1500?

Administrator answers:

Hi,first of all think urself it is good or not.

2 nd one is good.

Donna asks…

Help what would you in this case people?

I’m 18, and i’m tired of living with my parents so i’m moving out. I also miss my old city back in san francisco.

What would you do?

1. Rent your own apartment just a regular studio $1250?

or

2. Rent a room and share a luxury condo with a roommate in downtown sf with great views (pool, jacuzzi, gym, home theater and security 24/7) $1500?
I’m 18, and i’m tired of living with my parents so i’m moving out. I also miss my old city back in san francisco.

What would you do?

Administrator answers:

Definitely number 2.

But think about it, that’s $1500 a month. Does that include utilities such as water, electricity, gas, etc? Then you factor in food and gas for the car or public transportation.

Sounds tempting but make sure you can afford all of this. I have friends who tried this and ended up moving back with their parents in the end.

Mark asks…

what would you choose on this case i need advice?

I’m 18, and i’m tired of living with my parents so i’m moving out. I also miss my old city back in san francisco. I make $4200 a month, and i already own my car.

What would you do?

1. Rent your own apartment $1300?

or

2. Rent a room and share a luxury condo with a roommate she’s 30 and a professional so no prob and it’s in downtown sf with great views (pool, jacuzzi, gym, home theater and security 24/7) $1500?

Administrator answers:

Option 2
Then I’ll go and hit my self in the nuts for asking such a dumb wuestion.

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