I, on the other hand, am stuck in a place I dislike, only because I jumped at the first chance I had to move. Did I need to move? Yes. Did I need to move as quickly as I did? Well, in a way I did, because the Boss was offering to participate in my rent payments, but I knew the window would close quickly on that one. I've been there before, where he's said he wanted to do something for me, and then something more important has come up, and I've been left twisting in the wind.
Three years ago he was going to buy me a house! I was ambivalent about being that fully obligated to him, knowing how he tends to use people. I pictured him living in a granny unit over the garage, where a few years down the road I would find myself feeding him tepid broth with his favorite spoon. Despite that chilling prospect, it was an offer I could scarcely refuse. Since I'd never qualify for a loan on my own, he was going to buy the house in his name and then will it to me. What a setup, right? If I could trust him, that is.
It wouldn't have been easy for him to get to the money we needed to pull this off, because it's tied up in a trust, but it could have been done. Probably the potential battles with the bank and his co-trustees doomed that scheme from the start.
And anyway, before it could get off the ground, he learned the Company was being evicted from our shop and would have to look for a new facility where the crew could work. That was the end of any offer to commit a share of his money to me.
Last year he told me the Company would buy me a car, but I couldn't justify that to myself. I don't drive to work, and he wanted to buy me a second car, to be used just for company business. So I'd have two cars sitting in my driveway, one of which served no purpose whatsoever. Neither one of them would get enough use to keep them running right.