Remember the bad sad days of playing Romme with Tin?
They’re over. “w00t!” (letting out my inner geek).
The three of us hadn’t arranged a game after the last one. None of us wanted to brave Tin and tell her we didn’t want her to play and neither did we want to arrange a game without her and have her find out.
Well, Bet bumped into her.
It did not go well. It all appeared friendly but undertones were not.
Tin was irked that we hadn’t contacted her, yet had not felt as though she should have felt compelled to touch base with us. She had also set up a game with someone who lived in her building.
I emailed her to say Hi, tell her we hadn’t played in a while, wish her luck with the new job she had told Bet about. I also told her we had been busy, that Bet was leaving to go back to Europe and that the game was under review.
No reply.
None.
She is likely to be moving to Qld so the issue is resolved once she is gone.
So we played tonight with Flick.
And it was GREAT.
Meditations on Strategically Placed Towelling
Well, I believe you can tell when two people are more comfortable with new living arrangements.
She, might be happy to appear for the flit between the bedroom and the shower in her bathrobe.
He, might do the same in a towel.
Just a towel.
One teeny… tiny… little towel.
*Sighs*
The Count may not be easy on the atmosphere, but he is easy on the eye.
At least from the waist up…
Wearing nothing more …
Than a towel.
Integrity as a Means of Getting Dosh
Integrity is a bit of an old fashioned word isn’t it? I mean, you don’t hear it that often, yet when someone doesn’t have it you really tread carefully with them, right?
You may remember that a girl bailed on moving in with me before the Count moved in… I thought she was all keen to be my new flatty but she was really just keeping me as an option. Actually, I think she had initially really planned to move in but as the time drew out while Bliss stayed around, the idea began to pale.
Anyway, clearly in my view her integrity was shot given that she upped stakes so close to desperate Dee day. So, when she offered to pay me 2 weeks rent in lieu I accepted her offer yet didn’t actually expect to see the dollars. A couple of weeks passed and I decided to take the bull by the horns and mention it.
I sent a simple email just indicating I would be happy to supply my bank account details. No pressure and no strong demands, just a note by way of gentle reminder. I heard nothing… I shrugged.
Another couple of weeks and still nothing so was feeling as though my lack of faith in her producing the dough was justified. However, I got a reply eventually saying she hadn’t actually budgeted for the money at that point and wasnt getting paid till December. but would see what she could do. I nodded and smiled but kept my expectations low.
Imagine my surprise yesterday to receive an email with a receipt attached for close to the amount in question.
Faith restored.
The thing is, it was never about the money though it will be useful. I had felt prompted to contact her because having given her word, if she had never paid, or if she hadn’t rung and reneged it would always be ‘out there’ when we met at church. I wasn’t prepared to live with the awkwardness of having me expecting the money and her feeling guilty over our heads.
I would have been happy with either the money or by her backing out of the deal and apologising because it indicated she had the integrity to do one or the other. (Pardon me Dee, but your judging (ISTJ -Myers/Briggs) streak is showing.)
As it is, I am happy because I got the money AND I can sleep at night, having the rent up to date, and she can rest for having kept her word.
A Win/win I think.
Today is another Day
Well, colour me happy the count can hold up his end of a conversation… It might not turn out so badly after all…
Funny how someone can be different at work than at home!!
Of course tomorrow is another day as well.