Sometimes, G*D has a funny sense of humor.
During the weekend that I was out of town and helped a friend move his dad's stuff; my part-time dataentry person moved into my (for rent) spare room.
This was accomplished despite my protests and against my preferences. I had already told her I didn't want her to move in, SEVERAL times; so she waited until I was out of town. (She had a key because I couldn't depend upon her to show up at the stated times to do data entry and filing).
So now I have this person camped out in my house who doesn't pay rent; does minimal work for me (it's just entering data and filing), and is obstensibly looking for a place to live in Pasadena. And... she's a shit-stirrer. (you can imagine the term). She doesn't mean to be, just manages to have the temperament for it.
Ok, I'm at least as nice as the next guy, but this is nuts.
And the winning strategy is to encourage her to move out, with the backup plan to call the cops?
You've got to be kidding.
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