Not until next Tuesday

 I guess this is my life now. It's always been like pulling teeth to get paid, but now Ken's doing this thing where I get my check but can't deposit it until the next week. So the check I got on the 10th, wasn't deposited until the 15th. The check he gave me last night, the 17th, isn't to be deposited until the 23rd. He said he'd dated it for Tuesday and it "should be OK" to deposit then, but I said he'd dated it for the 22nd, which is Monday. But I can wait until Tuesday to deposit it. 

At least he *did* come by. And since he's working until so late, his choice by the way, the guy typically doesn't get out of bed until 4 in the afternoon, he's coming by closer to 11:30 than 10:30 in the evening. 

Of course nothing is open, and he called me to ask what I might want, food-wise. At least he's been pretty good that way. He ended up going to Carl's Jr. and I got a Super Star or whatever their burger is called and some fries. That was nice, and probably cost him $30 or $40 for the both of us the way prices are now.  

He also brought over some pretty good parts to sell, so I spent the rest of the night fiddling around with them, getting them and other things ready to list. 

He's still working on his "You're right, it's a reverse mortgage but for some reason they call it an HEI" thing. The catch is, they want him to go around his house and take photos, while he wants the other option they offer, of having someone come out and take the photos, of his house to assess its value. 

He says taking his own photos will take too much time. Yeah, surely, less time than his wandering taking his own photos and fiddling with his camera, probably breaking it, etc. Plus, Ken's the "anti-photographer". Whatever it is that Ansel Adams had, Ken has tons of the opposite. He takes awful photos. 

Of course this fly-by-night company probably needs X amount of photos however good or bad, and whoever they send out is probably awful at photography too. Real estate is built up to an even bigger  bubble than it was in 2005-2006, and they probably just need "some photos". 

So until Ken gets all signed up for his latest adventure into crippling debt (but that will buy him a year or two of imaginary relief) his economic situation is going to suck. 

My part in this is to just hang on through this rough patch and keep making the right kind of noises to Ken, about staying here until I'm 67 years old. Then of course boogieing out of here as soon as I'm turning 65.