If this winning streak keeps up, I am never coming home.
The roomie situation was good enough -- a guy I didn't know two days ago is now the brother I never had and a great friend. But today, one of my bosses offered to let me stay in the director's home in the town where we work. The director works from Germany during the summer (yeah...), so the only occupant is the house-sitter upstairs. This move would eliminate my commute, parking costs, rent costs, everything. Plus, staying in a semi-famous person's home: 'nuff said. I'll be sad to leave roomie, but hopefully he'll welcome me back in mid-August when the director needs her house back.
I don't have to worry about where I'm sleeping this week, I actually bought everything I needed at a store and didn't think about the money, I accepted someone's hospitality without being embarrassed that I couldn't provide for myself... is this what it's like to be middle-class?
Roomie showed me this -- BRILLIANT.
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