Real Estate Shoppin’, Employment Stoppin’, and Porch Hoppin’

We think those bitches that we were going to buy the house from are going to back out of the deal and take it off the market. Our offer expires on May 15th, so we have started looking again. We saw a couple of houses yesterday, which were crap. One of them was shady, and the other wreaked of old lady. We are going to see several more in the next few days, so keep your fingers crossed. Fran and I are not giving up our dream of home ownership. We have even opened our search up to houses in Pittsford. We were under the impression that scumbags like us could not afford a house there, but much to our surprise (and the town of Pittsford’s dismay) that was not the case. This album cover pretty much says it all.

On the work front, I am up against another round of layoffs at the Kojak. One-third of my department will get their walking papers in two weeks (that does not speak well for the longevity of my career here at the Kojak). Those are some real tough odds. I would like to think that I kick so much ass that I won’t be affected, but it all really comes down to how well-liked you are. The way I see it, either way, I am a winner. If I get layed off, I’ll spend my summer on my front porch writing surf guitar songs and drinking High Lifes. If I stay, I’ll have a steady flow of the benjamins coming in so I can take my old lady to the Sizzler on a regular basis. I don’t want any of you to shed any more tears for me. You have to be strong.

Tonight, I think we are going over to the Thing’s apartment for a few drinks on the porch. They are moving into a new apartment this weekend and this will be their last porch night on Oxford St. It’s the end of an era.

-Pat