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Well, hard to believe but my day got even worse. It seemed to get better, then the shoe dropped. I had applied for a house down in Carmel. It’s in a good school area and decently priced. Only, need quotes around the only, $2300 a month for a small 3 bedroom 2 bath, about 1500 square feet. The price goes up to $2500 a month in July, the current tenant is trying to get out of his lease and is willing to pay $200 a month towards the rent. So, $2300 a month until then.
I get a call from the property management company, after some hoop jumping we get approved for the house. Available on the 10th. Whoo hoo, now we can start making plans to get the girls down here. I then start going over the particulars with the realtor. First months rent $2300, security deposit $2300, pet deposit $2300. Uhm, wait a minute. $2300 pet deposit? Seriously??? Yep, they wanted $4600 for a deposit PLUS the first months rent. This doesn’t include setting up gas, power, phone, etc. Never mind that Christmas is only weeks away. 2 months rent for a deposit plus the first months rent. When I showed disbelief I was told, “That’s what the market can bear.”
So. I’m off looking for a different house, and I’m out another $25 in fees. Am I having fun yet?
It’s Monday morning at FNMOC. Time for my first rant at working with the Navy. It seems the Navy has no standards at all for whom they let be security. I arrive at work a few minutes after 7 driving Chuck’s 55 wagon, which I’ve driven all last week. Well this morning instead of having one of the normal guards at the gate they have a NPS Guard, a bald little bastard. With a need to flaunt what little power he’s been given. This morning he decides he wants to screw with someone, that someone unfortunately being me.
License, Registration, Insurance, blah blah blah. I hand it over, he tells me to pull over because my registration is expired and I need to find the valid one. Unfortunately, after 10 minutes of digging I can’t find it, it’s because stupid little idiot had it the whole time. I get my paperwork back from him and pull off post to park on the street, tempted to just go home and tell em to kiss my butt and take today off. Realize genius bald moron had the valid registration the whole time! Drive back into the post, get told to pull over again while he learns to write a parking pass, this takes another 15 minutes before he gets he head far enough out of his tail to finish 2 minutes of work. Get my pass and park.
Total time wasted by Napoleon wannabe at the gate? 25 minutes.
Okay, enough rant for one morning.
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