The good news is that Tom doesn’t have to go to Beaverton, but the bad news is that they’re upset with him. Not upset enough to fire him, fortunately, but whether or not they’re upset enough with him to deny him a huge salary or partnership remains to be seen.

He found out yesterday that they were going to pay for everything and the boss lady’s husband asked if he’d be okay with sharing a room or if he wanted his own room. He said he’d like his own room, not just for privacy, of course, but to make it more expensive if they were that determined to make him go on a trip he felt certain would be a waste of time. See, apparently, they’re going to try to convince this company that thinks their parts are no good that they really are in fact good. Tom said he didn’t feel comfortable telling them that parts were good if he really didn’t think that was the case, hoping that they’d be afraid to have him go for fear of what he might say.

He put his foot down not just because he didn’t want to have to go, but because he didn’t want them to get it in mind to start using him like the bank did. He wasn’t sure if that was what they were testing him on or not, but he didn’t want to give them the chance to find out for sure. As we both know all too good and well, once you officially become someone’s victim, it’s hard to break free. This will hopefully keep him free of any evil intentions they may have, and hopefully his putting his foot down won’t have any consequences. For the millionth time I have to ask, why is it that our putting our foot down means possible consequences, whereas when others put their foot down where we’re concerned, although they really have no reason to, there are no consequences for them?

We let the bank get away with screwing him, we let the sickos get off the hook scot-free after they screwed me, and God knows how many others. Well, mark my words because so help me God, if those people fire him, their asses are mine! They have no idea what I look like, so it’ll just look like a random attack. I’ll ambush them either leaving work or their home. Whatever it takes. I wasn’t kidding when I said we were going to put our foot down and fight back once we came here.

I received the two free samples of oils today that had been left out of my order, along with that portable battery-operated carpet cleaner I had to send the affidavit for. We also got rechargeable batteries for the camera and a music book/CDs for drummers. We’re going to eBay that.

We were never firm believers in reincarnation, but Tinkerbell sure makes us wonder about the possibility. Never have we had a rat so similar to another rat. She’s got so much of Blondie in her. She even pisses, and that’s usually a male thing marking their territory.