Well, I got back to the condo last night, took a nap, and then we came back to Seattle.
The condo Mike stays in – that I stay with him in – when I’m in Vancouver, is one that he shares with Norm, the sales dude. The deal is that their company pays Norm $75/night for Mike to stay in the unused 2nd bedroom.
Or at least, that was how Norm had it set up, instead of the original deal Mike suggested, which was that the Company just pay half the rent, flat rate. But no, because Norm makes more money this way, $1000 or so instead of $600/month. As this is cash out of Mike’s budget, that’s not good, but it’s still not US paying it DIRECTLY.
We’re not talking about a hotel quality operation here either…I call the place an Esquimalt building with a Vancouver view: it’s on the 26th floor of a very ghettoish building. And the room Mike sleeps in is literally PACKED with the possessions of the LAST roomate, who just abadoned all his crap when he moved to Norway. File cabinet, clothes everywhere, shelf, broken chairs, and there’s almost no room for us to actually sleep in.
But still, it worked well for the time being. It was in the West End, on Davie street, which is, like, mini-SoHo. Totally convenient, with everything you could ever need within the next three blocks, close to the beach, the Park, the office, the mall, etc. Vancouver’s one of those cities where you never need to drive if you live downtown.
However, on Thursday, when Mike told Norm he was staying the weekend because I wanted to be in my HOMELAND for CANADA DAY, Norm goes “Ah, mon, I made plans already! Can’t you go home?”
And then when push came to shove, Norm basically said no, Mike had to go. One of his girlfriends was coming in from Victoria.
So we up and left. And I guess I’ll celebrate Canada Day tomorrow like I always do in the US; celebrating MY country by blowing up a small piece of someone else’s.
But wait…THERE’S MORE!
the good news!
We now get to pick out an apartment in Vancouver, likely somewhere around the Burrard Bridge, and have the Company pay for it!
It also means I won’t have to live in student housing! (even though I really had my heart just set on it, as Gage is a five-minute drunken stumble from all my planned activities and drinking locations)
So everything works out in the end.
I’m happy 🙂