What a Great Day So Far!

As you could tell by my posts earlier this week, it was a bumpy semaine.  Here's what happened:

Finally spoke with the Landlord and told him how insulted and upset I was by his thinking I was a whore for hire.  I also told him I had found another place to live (I didn't tell him it was just across the green from where I am now).  He was initially defensive, but then backed up and apologized for "stepping on his dick."  He told me that he didn't want me to move, but understood if I felt I needed to and that he would lower the rent anyway, if I wanted.  OF COURSE I WANTED!  But I didn't tell him so, I told him I needed the weekend to think about it and I would get back to him on Monday.  - OH, and he also promised never to call or come by EVER.  With that situation as good as resolved, I was able to move forward and recommence unpacking my office boxes.  I had left them packed because I thought I was just going to be moving again.  My place is coming back to order and seems bright and clean again.  I can breathe.

Also - and this is the thrilling one....my 18 month quest to whip the Wizard is over!  The singularly most gutter-bound, muck-raking, mud-rolling, eye-scratching litigation I have ever been involved in is over!  Weeeeeeee!  AND, it was settled for the same amount we offered months before the case was filed.  THAT means, Wizard secured zero for his client during the entire 18 month process. 

Ah NOW I feel good, however, there have been so many times over the last 18 months that I let this guy get under my skin.  Although he never knew it, he made me doubt myself, doubt my composition and skill, doubt the appropriateness of the career I had chosen.  It was exactly what he was trying to accomplish.  Fuck you wizard (picture weemee flashing not one, but two, birds.) 

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Ah well, my last act is to smile sweetly as I hand over the final documents and say, "I thoroughly enjoyed working with you, Wiz. Can't wait until we can do it again!"  I'll resist the urge to hold my finger phone up to my ear and mouth the words, "Call me" upon my exit.

 The Wizard did help me in my private life though.  Because of the Wizard and his nasty tactics, I learned I have a cheerleader and a coach in Sug.  Everytime my confidence would waiver before one of the many many motions hearings, or I freaked out over the repeated threats to my license made by Wizard, Sug was there - explaining that the Wizard was just trying to tie up the score, boosting my confidence, giving me the pre-game pep talk and sending me out to play hard ball.  I owe so much of my being able to make it through this experience to his unwaivering strength and belief in me.  It has left me wondering how I made it this far without my Sug.  It makes me wonder how far I can go with him beside me.

Finally, I got an intriguing business offer on Wednesday. I was asked to be part owner of a bar. (I know, I know, Jenny - don't tell me - I don't have to put in any $ or sign for any loans.)  Ordinarily, I would run, however, the group that made the proposal has other successful bars in the area.  There is a twist involved that would make this unique and requires some special planning.  I have some work to do to get these guys organized and ready to act on the opportunity, but they have the knowledge of the business to make it work.  Hopefully, that will pan out.  I have every reason to believe it will.

Alright - so there you go - signing off, sane and happy.

:D 

Thanks to LOM for the photoshopped weemee.  You're the best!