Help Internet Troll Get RV Back
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Yes hello, Jaime here. You might know me from my hilarious twitter witticisms and past agile, enterprise scale, cross-multimedia entertainment adventures, or you may not. Probably the latter, but that's ok! We're all in this one together, sports fans.
Down on my luck this past summer, I took a plane from Chicago to San Francisco for a job I got fired from on my first day. I made them fly me to Vegas for some hacker convention though. From there I was on my way to the blissfully beautiful Los Angeles, where I started working with an IT start-up(we're pretty swayze, fwiw). I started saving money and bouncing around sublets, airbnbs, friends places, in hopes of one day comandeering an RV.
My life-long dream.
I finally got to fulfill this dream and purchased a beautiful RV coloured RV from a coworkers folks. Little did I know, there were more than a few things wrong with it. The gas tank was leaking, the carborator was demolished, the steering column was toast and most of all: it needed new batteries.
I took it in to a garage that specializes in RV fixin' and they quoted me at around $1.8k, which was insane, but I said fuck it, no one else can do the job. Boy, was that naive. Four weeks later and still no RV. After calling incessently, they finally finished the job and told me it was going to be $600 more than the quote. So now I'm screwed.
I have since fallen into a deep depression, am about to be living on the streets come friday, and not only that, but I have Celiacs disease. To top that off my doctor told me I cannot have starches either, so that means no fucking tacos. Unreal.
Friends, I come to you not to beg, but to give you the opportunity to house your favourite Internet persona. Not only will you be helping me get my home out of the hands of sexist cis het male mechanics, but you will also help in funding my road trip to see the Grateful Dead w/ Trey Anastasio at Soldier Field this summer, which will be fucking dank.
Thank you and goodnight,
From Washington
Down on my luck this past summer, I took a plane from Chicago to San Francisco for a job I got fired from on my first day. I made them fly me to Vegas for some hacker convention though. From there I was on my way to the blissfully beautiful Los Angeles, where I started working with an IT start-up(we're pretty swayze, fwiw). I started saving money and bouncing around sublets, airbnbs, friends places, in hopes of one day comandeering an RV.
My life-long dream.
I finally got to fulfill this dream and purchased a beautiful RV coloured RV from a coworkers folks. Little did I know, there were more than a few things wrong with it. The gas tank was leaking, the carborator was demolished, the steering column was toast and most of all: it needed new batteries.
I took it in to a garage that specializes in RV fixin' and they quoted me at around $1.8k, which was insane, but I said fuck it, no one else can do the job. Boy, was that naive. Four weeks later and still no RV. After calling incessently, they finally finished the job and told me it was going to be $600 more than the quote. So now I'm screwed.
I have since fallen into a deep depression, am about to be living on the streets come friday, and not only that, but I have Celiacs disease. To top that off my doctor told me I cannot have starches either, so that means no fucking tacos. Unreal.
Friends, I come to you not to beg, but to give you the opportunity to house your favourite Internet persona. Not only will you be helping me get my home out of the hands of sexist cis het male mechanics, but you will also help in funding my road trip to see the Grateful Dead w/ Trey Anastasio at Soldier Field this summer, which will be fucking dank.
Thank you and goodnight,
From Washington
Organizer
Jaime Cochran
Organizer
Los Angeles, CA
