I am trying not to be too personal about my landlord's business on the internet or with people who know him, but I am having an incredibly bad day, the bad part of which was all crammed into the last 3 hours. Basically I gave notice and he's not taking it appropriately. From what I know of him he handles people moving out without very much grace at all, but I had not seen him treat anyone the way he is treating my other roommate (who is simply moving out w/o notice, i think, because some people have limits on their tolerance), with threats and so on. I know a normal person wouldn't treat me that way, not least because there are a few tenants not officially planning to move, but I'm not sure about this one. I do know that I am right in the dispute, and being right is brilliant for self confidence and peace of mind. Apparently legally even if I were wrong I wouldn't have to deal with it today.
I have no idea what is going on with him, but he might be afraid for his mortgage with all of us moving. I bet that will work out for him though, because banks don't want foreclosures anyway, especially when they have a lot of them to deal with, like right now. And I know I'm hurting his feelings because I worked really hard to get along with him. I also know that I'll be carrying my laptop and other essential things with me until I get a new place.
There is a saying, that a trouble shared is a trouble halved. I have always always found this to be true. I have halved my trouble with 3 people, and 3 internet places, and God. So, I am only feeling 1/128th of being spontaneously evicted. I know that sounds kind of dumb, because compounding math of feelings is amorphous, but I think between 10 pm when he told me and 1 am when I am vaguely blogging it I feel almost all the way better. Better enough to go to sleep.
If only my break was the first week of April instead of the last week of May I could have handled all this when I didn't have 4 classes and 2 jobs.