New to this. Ideas to convince apartment to rent without 3x income?

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

The exposition: Beware I had coffee and then I blurt inappropriate truths. Its 3 am here and my inner editor wants to sleep. I will likely cringe when I see how wordy I got from being exhausted and strung out on caffeine and mother drama.

I am desperate for ways to get a savings, to get a steady income and get an apartment. My living situation is dismal.

I was recently made homeless after my millionaire husband went mad put me on a first class flight to the states and disappeared in a nervous breakdown to do his PHD for the last six months With no word on our future. His best friend told me he wants to bring me home but is scared of his parents. Well daddy hit on me and his mother accused me of being a gold digging bitch who gets by on her looks.

I never have had to work but I have always worked for family, supported siblings, given free places to live and fed them for years.

He was always rather Howard Hughes like to begin with and am currently hiding in the midwest from my siblings who live in my mansion in the south. I cannot bear to have those two who turned on me after I moved to Europe after I supported them most of my life, find out my husband they mocked for being eccentric and nerdy. Retreated to a beautiful mind and left me without a savings.

So rather than admit to this I have been sleeping on a 50 yr old trailer floor, on a stained childs mattress and being taken by my other brother for every bit of savings. Last month I forcibly visited my mother in Toledo, OH after she found out I was hiding and abducted me and our cat by sending her husband to retrieve me.

I have no assets other than credit cards and have spent two months looking for work.

My friend made a joke about "out of work trophy wife. homeless real housewife signs" and putting me in a tight dress and heels with big hair.

On paper. I have no skills. Because I was a caretaker for my grandmother and a "spoiled" house wife for my twenties. Then married for love. My first husband gave me the house in our divorce so I gave it to my siblings that have been living off me since 2010 and 2012 respectively, offering no work or even kindness in return.

I am aspie and did not marry my crazy husband for his finances.

His mother cooked that up after his father started stalking me and asking inappropriate questions. I told her her logic made me laugh because the evidence of my love for him was overwhelming.

I showed her pictures of the mansion in florida, pool, two houses, gorgeous property. To live in a 400 sq ft shack in the Norwegian wild with a man who thought nothing of spending 500 a week on booze and thousands on suits but refused to leave his miserly hermit shack with crooked floors, broken sink, ancient camp shower. Of course I loved him. It backfired. What I thought was sincere desire to protect her son was more of a Mommy Dearest mind control issue. She convinced him I was a "mean popular girl, out to humiliate him". and sent him into a suicidal breakdown within eight months of introducing his wife to them.

Without credentials, I have been doing tech work since I was a teen. Medical transcription, secretarial work, cosmetology, writing, Art, entertainment, and more.

However I cannot seem to get a job interview for even Five Guys.

 

[Kim Chee]

I think any very wealthy people who busy themselves by vying for a PhD are nuts, brilliant or both.

Getting a degree in handling that money is an entirely different matter.

#richpeopleprobs

You have something in common with people who travel (not as a career). You (and many others) have unverifiable work experience. Most of us who have travelled for very long have legal troubles which also hinder efforts to get a good job long after amends have been made.

It isn't going to be easy getting back to work. I'm looking at volunteering at a place I used to work at. Craigslist has some opportunities (good paying ones if you want to hang with mr. Creeper).

You can do it, sorry your lifestyle has changed so much.

Being poor isn't so bad though, is it?

 

[Brother X]

The exposition: Beware I had coffee and then I blurt inappropriate truths. Its 3 am here and my inner editor wants to sleep. I will likely cringe when I see how wordy I got from being exhausted and strung out on caffeine and mother drama.

I am desperate for ways to get a savings, to get a steady income and get an apartment. My living situation is dismal.

I was recently made homeless after my millionaire husband went mad put me on a first class flight to the states and disappeared in a nervous breakdown to do his PHD for the last six months With no word on our future. His best friend told me he wants to bring me home but is scared of his parents. Well daddy hit on me and his mother accused me of being a gold digging bitch who gets by on her looks.

I never have had to work but I have always worked for family, supported siblings, given free places to live and fed them for years.

He was always rather Howard Hughes like to begin with and am currently hiding in the midwest from my siblings who live in my mansion in the south. I cannot bear to have those two who turned on me after I moved to Europe after I supported them most of my life, find out my husband they mocked for being eccentric and nerdy. Retreated to a beautiful mind and left me without a savings.

So rather than admit to this I have been sleeping on a 50 yr old trailer floor, on a stained childs mattress and being taken by my other brother for every bit of savings. Last month I forcibly visited my mother in Toledo, OH after she found out I was hiding and abducted me and our cat by sending her husband to retrieve me.

I have no assets other than credit cards and have spent two months looking for work.

My friend made a joke about "out of work trophy wife. homeless real housewife signs" and putting me in a tight dress and heels with big hair.

On paper. I have no skills. Because I was a caretaker for my grandmother and a "spoiled" house wife for my twenties. Then married for love. My first husband gave me the house in our divorce so I gave it to my siblings that have been living off me since 2010 and 2012 respectively, offering no work or even kindness in return.

I am aspie and did not marry my crazy husband for his finances.

His mother cooked that up after his father started stalking me and asking inappropriate questions. I told her her logic made me laugh because the evidence of my love for him was overwhelming.

I showed her pictures of the mansion in florida, pool, two houses, gorgeous property. To live in a 400 sq ft shack in the Norwegian wild with a man who thought nothing of spending 500 a week on booze and thousands on suits but refused to leave his miserly hermit shack with crooked floors, broken sink, ancient camp shower. Of course I loved him. It backfired. What I thought was sincere desire to protect her son was more of a Mommy Dearest mind control issue. She convinced him I was a "mean popular girl, out to humiliate him". and sent him into a suicidal breakdown within eight months of introducing his wife to them.

Without credentials, I have been doing tech work since I was a teen. Medical transcription, secretarial work, cosmetology, writing, Art, entertainment, and more.

However I cannot seem to get a job interview for even Five Guys.

A few things to consider here:

Settle yourself, because nothing keeps you from gaining employment like desperation. It comes across when you're applying, even if you don't think it does. I know it's easier said than done, but take a deep breath and try to think things through, systematically, step by step.

Make a list. Want do you want, and what it the most likely order you can start attaining those things? For example, if you want an apartment, but don't have money, then money precedes apartment in the list, unless you have other means, if you need money but don't have a jb, then job>money>apartment, etc. I find it helpful to write out all your needs/wants each on it's own scrap of paper and then organize and reorganize. You'll even find yourself adding steps, but the bottom line here is you're thinking it out and organizing your steps, which in turn can help you gain clarity. It also helps you prioritize. What can you do now, what will you need to do first in order to achieve some of the other goals, what's going to have to wait until several are stacked, etc

You said you've done tech work, so if you have access to a computer, you can always remote work, and if not, put that in a "for later" pile.

Most of all, think you situation through and try to begin to come to grips with how you feel about this situation with your husband. Give it time to evolve, because these kinds of tumultuous emotional episodes take time to absorb and analyze dispassionately. Try to respond to your current situation(s) rather than reacting. I know, easier said than done, but not impossible. Good luck and god(dess) speed to you.

 

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

Poor and free is always better than caged and fed.

I love him but after he went nuts I was barricading the door and locking myself in the bedroom to protect myself from my scary ass father in law. I was certain he wanted to rape and murder me.

It all started when Father in law, told me I was lying about knowing martial arts when we met. I put him in a hold and tickled him into submission after sparring him a few minutes and kicking his ass.

What better way to castrate your son than to screw up his marriage with an Amazon?

I had filet mignon several times a week but I will ALWAYS be thrilled by busch''s baked beans, eggs and avocado on toast, good ol tuna or american fast food as a treat. Nothing beats a 5.00 veggie footlong on oat.

Thank you for the kind words.

What pisses me off is being told I am lazy based on symmetry alone. I worked very hard. I was a stepford wife, three hour gourmet meals, sparkling house.

I would be happy in a tenement with my cat. a mattress and wifi. I found have very little needs.

When we married he offered me diamonds, I said I like moonstone. He offered me everything I could want and my one request was carpet and twinkle lights because harsh lights cause overstimulation and meltdowns sometimes

My mother in law hated me so much she rode his ass until he rejected my request for carpet in our house.

I like your community. It reminds me of the Circus and the movie Freaks, in a good way. I really love reading how people are surviving with nothing and respecting the land still these days.

 

[EphemeralStick]

Well that's quite an ordeal to go through, hell if it was me I'd have gone all Diary of a Mad Black Woman on his ass, but that's just me. So what it is that you want to do from here? Do you want to start traveling the country like a traveler would? Do you want to try and work it out with your husband? Getting a job is one prospect but don't think it's the only option available. There's always going to be money, that shit comes and goes like water in a toilet. Experiences, at least to me, are worth far more than money.

 

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

I want to make money and have privacy. I cannot do any writing or work with my mother in my vicinity. She loves to talk and is lately refusing meds. Which makes for an interesting day.. will she explode, rant or somberly stare at the neighbor mowing his grass ALL day long. How do people in the burbs mow all day, rake, trim, hedge, edge, torture flora that probably wishes they could run away from the soil of the damned. I imagine them screaming, no please, no more, stop. I'll do anything. Poor dandelions.

My husband started having panic attacks in June after I got him into bingewatching every season of the television mystery series Monk. "What would he do if I DIED suddenly" I had a miscarriage before I moved and that prompted him to study every possible way I could die and to think I had Cancer and was unaware. I do not.

One day he is going to wake up and realize hes not spoken to me in six months after promising to secretly have a communicative loving marriage until he was brave enough to fight for his life and tell them to butt out. ASD too. Then go into a blind panic that I hate him. I don't. I enjoy men as friends but he was my first actual attraction or "love" Prior to that I would tell my first husband and any suitors that I consider marriage, legalized prostitution.

I was an artist before, I did portraits, cosmetology, student I was almost finished and had to leave, I just suck at figuring out how to market myself and how to make money off my talents. I was even a singer, dancer and taught "exotic dance" and yoga.

We were opening a brewery when he went full squirrel. It was damn good beer and i had a business plan drawn up for my homemade fudge that his corp. LOVED,

A marriage of beer, cheese and fudge, We were working on plans to modify the business into a tech geek resort. Featuring my sculptures, art pieces to draw tourists in and I was working on "events" and galas, holidays, to make it a year round business instead of a few months in the summer they have lived on for fifty years.

You can see how a techie business savvy daughter in law turning their world upside down in every way must be eliminated.

Not like they want money when "pride of being ignorant and backwards" is involved.

I was always very kind and once a week I offered to help them in any form. They complained I was too "American, too smiling, too friendly, and that I did not talk enough because I ordinarily prefer to listen.

My father in laws rant to me was that I was a "whore, a girl men don't marry they have fun with, I was too sexual with his son and too warm and too "exotic"

I swear to God those were his words. He ranted at me for an hour in the blistering October cold about how his boy needs a cold, frigid bitchy woman like his awful mother. Telling me I spoiled his son getting him coffee, kissing him in public, giggling loudly and the whole town apparently heard. That I was a "whore" was too much for his son in every way and I needed a man who was lusty and bold.

Well with me his son was lusty and bold. Confident. Every bit the CEO he plays in public.


My best friend said its like the hunchback of Notre Dame, only Esmerelda married Quasimodo instead of the captain. I hope he leaves his bellytower for me and sees through his dads lust and stops denial I mean the words alone are evidence, are they not?

You guys are right about me needing to process this I have been keeping it to myself for the last half a year, defending him to my family who knows and hiding from social media from the ones I am not letting know this occurred.

 

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

Misadventures in hiring.

Scene: Popular grocery store interview- hiring for EVERY position. Me:I would love to work in the stock room. Female hiring:Oh..oh dear.. well we like to put our more "attractive girls" out front.. hows the bakery, deli or greeter! sound.

Scene:
Seedy bowling alley with a bunch of grizzled, old mole men swilling rat urine bud/busch light, bitching about their wives and eyefucking the plain faced, long jawed, sweet, submissive "oh sure you guys can gang bang me while I clean the toilets" sarah jessica parker clone in a skintight sundress.

Me: Smiling. Hi, are you still hiring for bar help? I was a cosmetologist, I think if I can mix chemicals I can mix drinks, I helped run my husbands brewery in Europe, I have experience hostessing, serving, culintary etc.

SJP clone" brightly, Oh sure sweetie just gimme yer name and number and if any hires don't work out I will be sure to call ya.

Over saunters a grizzled, potbellied balding ponytail biker cliche. "You don't know shit bout Merican beers do ya. PRINCESS. Wheres yer husband NOW? leering.. why he there an you here?

Me: Taken aback by sudden bullying after expecting the slightest bit professionalism. The fb page had chubby, smiling happy middle aged women on it after all.

Um, nervous breakdown. I am trying to pay bills and get out of my mothers.

Grizzly adams: I don't think dis place is fer ya high maintenance types. bahahahahahahaha

Me:I know my beer, dunkel, hefevisen, stout, porter, lagar. I bet I know more about beer than you.

Then I walked out and wrote it on the pad so it would register if he ever made it past PreK. I remain uncertain.

My mothers number is going to end up on a bathroom wall somewhere.


My sisters call me Lara Croft and tell me I look like a came out of a comic. That has NOTHING To do with my talents, my abilities, my conscientiousness, my organizational skills, my intellect, my work ethic.

It is merely a rearrangement of my bone structure and a blessed genetic gift from the Spirit realm.

I am SICK of pansy ass narcissistic fuckwits trying to stomp me, sexually harass me and insult me because I am almost as tall as them and think of myself as a "person" and not a gender role.

First, an abusive stepfather whose ass I kicked when I was 11 multiple times, possessive exhusband, my father in law castrating the love of my life and calling me a whore for beating him in a friendly sparring match,

A fellow CEO of my husband who spurred his breakdown that day October 12, by telling him that marrying me was a mistake. The same greasy womanizing sleaze who tried to get me to have drinks with him on a business trip with my husband. I avoided him for a reason.

but hearing it from a fellow in his class.. that was proof.. because somehow that guy must know him better because he has a title on a piece of cardboard and I had a disdain for medical school.

So.. father in law, hit on me, Rolf, hit on me. But both are considered to have some kind of strange insight into my evil magick that my naive husband I am always trying to protect from the wolves, lacks in spades.

Now a random ass biker who decided I was high maintenance based on a burgandy silk top, black flat front cute trousers and a fancy scarf from Quatar. He also laughed at my Blair gossip girl headband my mother forced me to wear.

The bar maid had pigtails which is how I originally had my hair.


Why is symmetry such a fucking currency its feared, revered and mocked, competed with..etc

I told my husband this year after he remarked he felt like the sitcom nerdy fat guy with the hot wife. I would scar myself for you baby.

I used to joke that I would tell people I was his russian import he bought from a catalog. Then lean in and whisper "Help.. he has grandmother locked in basement somewhere."

 

[Matt Derrick]

So what it is that you want to do from here? Do you want to start traveling the country like a traveler would? Do you want to try and work it out with your husband?

i'm assuming that if you're posting here you're interested in the nomadic lifestyle. why not try to find someone to travel with in the road dogs section? fuck getting an apartment, especially if they want you to prove you're making 3x the rent. places that do that are awful and should be avoided at all costs.

 

[angerisagift]

donate plasma or webcam porn

 

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

Damn editor.

 

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

donate plasma or webcam porn

Yes I can just see myself as a cam girl.

What is your favorite book? giving out a surreptitious IQ test.

I would only service MIT level. Probably get them playing chess with me instead.

I can't see it being lucrative but ty for your input.

 

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

I don't think plasma pays much does it? Will have to look at that as a last resort I suppose. I could also read palms, do crystal ball work on the boardwalk or caricatures.

 

[Brother X]

Another idea, which I've done in the past, was to land an apartment manager job. Then you get a 2 fer one if you REALLY want a job and REALLY want an apartment, but after doing it for a summer, I can personally say I'll never manage an apartment complex again. People bothering you all hours of the day for the stupidest shit. However, it gets you into a place rent and deposit free. Anyway, if a job is what you personally feel you need, just keep your chin up and expect a lot of "no", until you get that one "yes" you're looking for.

 

[AAAutin]

Commercial cleaning companies will often hire on the spot (especially in upscale white commuter suburbs); and you can usually quit without a lot of fuss.

 

[CherryLaurelCyanide]

I remembered last night after reading so many of the stories here that I once busked in Chicago. I was sixteen, an actress/entertainer and out exploring on vacation with girl friends. I heard Andrew's sweet lullaby to all drama nerds ears and I booked it for blocks racing to the music and just joined the pianist. We put on a two hour show. Phantom, Cats, standards.

Its a pity I don't know any musicians here. I once sold a jazz cd to a lot of magician friends who were enamored with my voice. It feels like a lifetime ago.. well a decade. Since I performed last at twenty three. I forgot her. I still have the voice. Maybe I should find a musician. Apparently in toledo you can get a 20.00 license to legally perform wherever, whenever, all year.