tugon (imported) wrote: Mon Aug 17, 2015 8:03 am
We stayed two nights in one city on the way to and from the wedding. Two nights in the city where the wedding was held. Two nights were $180.00 and the other two nights came to $508.00 for a total of $688.00. So far I have paid out of pocket $180.00 for the two nights in the stopover city. Three of us are splitting the bill and I would like to know what you think my share should be. I think I have done the math correctly but I am kind of beaten down and need some help on this financial issue. I do not mind paying my share but I will not pay more. Thanks all who respond.
$688.00 divided three ways is $229.33 each. You've already paid $180.00, so you still owe someone $49.33. You can round up to $50.00 to whoever paid the $508.00 hotel bill and no one should be able to fault you.
Remember that just being related to someone biologically or through marriage does not necessarily make them "family."
JesusA (imported) wrote: Mon Aug 17, 2015 9:30 am
$688.00 divided three ways is $229.33 each. You've already paid $180.00, so you still owe someone $49.33. You can round up to $50.00 to whoever paid the $508.00 hotel bill and no one should be able to fault you.
Remember that just being related to someone biologically or through marriage does not necessarily make them "family."
Thank you so much. That is what my math was telling me I owe. They can make you doubt yourself.
Corky and I were walking with CJ and Heather, a neighbor, when we began to discuss gender. We discussed both people in the news and others we have known who transitioned. All of a sudden I told her I was M to E transgender. Talk about your non event. She took it in stride without batting an eye. Maybe she sensed in me that lack of T or some other characteristic.
I have this very kind and caring boss at work which I might have a little of a crush. He acts like he wants to get to know me but that is nervous making for me. My knee cracked the other evening and he asked what was wrong. I said it was an old bachelor party injury. I was thinking he would laugh and let it go. Sadly it intrigued him and he mentioned knee pads. I said no after my friend the groom passed out the haters attacked me. I was actually handed my coat and told I better get out while I can. I did not share that part with him. In his very accepting mind he could not understand why anyone would try to harm me. He does not know this area and the amount of hate it contains.
In my part time job I am caring for a gentleman who has dementia. He is my age and he had been a drinker. I have recently learned of wet brain which drinkers can suffer with due to the lack of B1 in their system. Alcohol depletes B1 and since the diet suffers for alcoholics they often need supplements or injections of B1. Due to my wine consumption I am going to take it myself. I will try to talk to his son about following up with his neurologist regarding B1. He speaks so fluently of his life and loss but has poor input from others. He is not your typical Alzheimer's patient.
I changed the spark plugs and air filter in the car. I filled the tires to 32 PSI and filled my tank. Time to start shopping for tires. Added a little oil before the next oil change but saw my coolant was fine. I enjoy getting a little greasy.
Very interesting about alcohol consumption and vitamin B1. I was not aware of the connection. I'll look in to it because I enjoy my fair share of adult beverages.
I can truly understand the haters issue. I am sorry this happened to you.
And it's over even tiny things, too. I had plenty of them this year doing baseball photos. No one has a sense of humor about ANYTHING anymore. Everything is offensive, it seems.
I agree with both of you. You're offended? So what? Lots of things offend me but none of us were born with total satisfaction guarantees. We just have to deal with it like everybody else. I like the old saying, "I'm sorry, you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit". Or as a good friend says, "Just another pothole in the rough road of life".
As many of you know I was castrated in a cheap motel just outside of town. Now that I work in a hotel and was working my sixth straight night out of seven in a row I was chuckling how that would have gone over where I work. Oh the talk of scandal among the staff and I am sure the police would be notified. All the speculation and evidence gathering that would go on over the shocking scene. Surgical equipment and bloody pads everywhere to indicate a less than professional job.
These thoughts brought back the memories of why it was so important for me to clean the room the next day. Of course no help was given but I had a big trash bag and I was going to fill it no matter how I felt. After the procedure he brought in his dog who had been waiting in the van. My hotel is not pet friendly and in those days did not even know to ask if a dog was allowed. I was shaking my head wondering how many rules might have been broken that night. No surgeries, pets or excessive bleeding and you must discard your own biohazard wastes.
When I am tired and I look back on my life I often wonder how I survived. How I kept from ending up in the local news. How my biggest scandal was being gay. Oh if they only knew.
I can survive anything by listening to show tunes. A nice escape to Broadway. I was driving through town when I saw some cement work being done by a local company. One of the employees was my rapist/abuser. He was barking orders at someone and that image brought back memories of him ordering me around. What surprised me was the toll the drugs and alcohol had taken on him. He looked so shriveled and old. He looks so bad all I could think of was I had sex with Sméagol/Gollum. As dangerous as I perceived him in his youth he now looks pathetic. Of course I am sure he is still armed.
I need to update my avatar since my dog is beginning to show some signs of age. Still healthy, handsome but a little more grey and dragging me along for mile long walks. He certainly keeps me social when we are out and about. On one of our walks we recently found a cell phone when a father and daughter were looking for it. We saw a car with their dome light on and as we returned from the walk the light was still on so we knocked on the door of the apartment that had that assigned space. I also had my neighbor who has dementia but needs to walk for exercise. When the gentleman who is African/American opened the door and saw two white man and a dog he loudly exclaimed "What the hell" and I quickly shared that I just wanted him to know his dome light was on in his car. He slammed the door shut and in a few seconds came out and was thankful we let him know. Because I understand my reaction to situations I wonder what his past must be that he reacted the way he did. Now when we see each other we talk.
Work is going well and I excel. We have been continuous in our hotel being in the highest ranking. I receive the most guest compliments and am considered the reason we continue to set goals. My fellow staff are following my lead and emulating me. We all like each other and share mutual respect. I have never worked in a place this positive or supportive before.
Recently I think someone has showed some interest in me. Just another freak with a past history of a sex offender and is apparently up for trial again. Wow they sure can pick me. I was not interested from the beginning and luckily the internet let's you know who to avoid.
