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BloodFather of Kharnath
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Did you find it was accurate? Keep in mind that the test shows where you belong on the American spectrum. I think European politics would look a little different.
BloodFather of Kharnath
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Just wanted to say "hi" to everyone here. I've been away for awhile, no doubt, and I have been rather creatively stifled.
In September I moved out of my apartment in sunny Florida to take possession of a motor home gifted to my wife and I from her aging grandfather. Things have not gone as planned...
This is a beast of an RV. It's a 1997 but only has about 120,000 miles on it. Since these Prevost motor homes are million mile machines, and about $300,000 has been spent on maintenance over that time, we should be able to sell it one day for $150,000 or so. What a gift, right? So keep in mind that I am very mindful of our good fortune and blessings, and not a day goes by that I am not genuinely humbled by this act of kindness.
My the trouble started on our way up to Ohio to move into the RV. We were told it was ready to take back to Florida immediately, and we'd made arrangements to do just that. But my wife's grandfather is beginning to suffer from dementia, thus he did not remember that he'd told the mechanics to stop work on it a year and a half earlier. In the end, the mechanic (Jay) said it would be ready October 1st.
But it wasn't the end. This was just the beginning. A week before October, I called to check on the status. I was told that no, it wouldn't be done on the 1st, but that is when he would START work on it.
We we were staying in my wife's grandfather's retirement village at the time, in the independent living section where he resides. We also have two large dogs and a ferret, and every time I would traverse the 8 floors to take the dogs out, the residents there would provide me with some of the darkest stares you can imagine. Once, a particularly flighty old lady refused to board the elevator (lift) with me because I had the dogs. When I politely attempted to vacate she told me "Don't bother!" before stomping away like a girl 80 years her junior might be expected to behave.
As the weeks crawled mercilessly by without employment or any responses from the mechanic, our savings began to dissipate before our eyes. On the few occasions that Jay, the shop owner, returned my calls he would always tell me that it MIGHT be done "next week." So of course I did not outside any employment, choosing instead to do some freelance writing and making small earnings by writing about politics and war. Still, I needed something more lucrative. Meanwhile, I stopped painting altogether. When I am angry, forget about tapping into anything creative.
At one point the staff of the repair shop called to tell me that the RV would be done the next day, and that we needed to bring our Jeep in to have the tow mount and break system installed for towing (all wheels down behind a 45 foot motor home). We'd decided to stay until Christmas at this point. When we arrived, Jay pointed out some water damage in the under compartments and said that they'd need addressed at could take several weeks. My wife made the mistake of telling him to take his time since we were staying the rough the holidays. Big mistake.
It was around this time we got kicked out of the retirement home. We had over stayed our welcome and many of the residents were inquiring about our dogs or complaining that they barked. and told Jay that he didn't need to look for the source of this leak and that we needed to get the RV ASAP. Two weeks passed by after this before I called and asked what was taking so long. The man proceeded to argue with me after I told him that the RV was supposed to be done before he pointed out the leak, so what was the issue, I asked. He essentially called me a liar before calling my wife's grandfather to report that I was harassing him.
Keep in mind that my wife's grandfather was funding the repairs. Therefore, my influence over events was one of powerlessness, and he was too mentally befuddled in his old age to properly take the whole story into context and make a rational decision based upon this evaluation.
When we moved into the hotel room, I didn't know that it would be for 2 months. The expenses were...expensive. But after a time we got the call we'd been waiting for and completed the hour drive out to the facility to finally to possession of this bus.
My the grand total was $35,000 for repairs. Jay decided not to show up to work that day, and there was no knowledgable staff around to give us a briefing on what was accomplished over the last 5 months. Of course, the description of charges were vaguely written, such as "serviced heater," for 90 hours.
So we drove the RV to a park where we decided to stay for about a week to test out the motorhome and acquaint ourselves with its many, many functions.
Except all of the batteries were dead.
We returned it to Jay and had to wait another two weeks while he fixed this issue. Finally we got it back, but this time the heater didn't work. Still, we kept it and lived in it for about 2-3 weeks in order to learn its functions. I finally got Jay on the phone after about 2 weeks of leaving him messages so that he could walk me through troubleshooting the heater. We came to learn that the coolant needed burped, and that the coolant lines needed to be disconnected from each heat exchanger (the vents where the heat comes out, like in a home) and drained for 2-3 hours each. He had the audacity to try to get me to do this job. I took off one wall panel to look at a heat exchanger and found a web of wires blocking me from doing the work, so I called Jay back. He told me to bring it in a week later.
I hit a deer with my Jeep. It took 2 weeks and $2500 to fix.
The day finally came to see Jay and get this heater fixed, and disaster struck again. This time water was spewing from the under compartment. You know, the area that Jay claimed contained a mysterious leak would takes weeks to find. I'd had enough with Jay at this point, even if this meant I had to pay out of pocket for future repairs from a new shop. There aren't many places that are capable of servicing a Prevost motorhome, but I found one two hours away and we took it to these new folks. Mike was his name.
Pulling into the parking lot of the shop, I hit a car. What looked like the slightest damage I would later find out cost $2000.
Now Mike has the RV and says it will take an indefinite time to fix (after assuring me over the phone that it would not take long). This is where we stand, basically.
I am exhausted. Throughout all of this, I have seen none of my old friends. This is all occurring in the town I grew up in, and besides seeing some family now and again, I am completely isolated. I don't want to sound whiney, but I will proceed to whine. At 35 years old, I don't have a single friend. I know I have many friends and associates that care for me, but not a single soul that lives near me with which I can actually spend time.
I I am perpetually exhausted from lack of sleep. I have nightmares every night that wake me up and terrify me so deeply that I am afraid to go back to sleep. Every night I get so anxious that I dread falling asleep. I also sleep walk occasionally. I cannot eat in a restaurant unless I am seated in a corner near an exit.
All of this is putting a great deal of stress on my marriage and family relations. Thank you if you took the time to read all of this. I suppose I am just lost.
Lost,
Ben
In September I moved out of my apartment in sunny Florida to take possession of a motor home gifted to my wife and I from her aging grandfather. Things have not gone as planned...
This is a beast of an RV. It's a 1997 but only has about 120,000 miles on it. Since these Prevost motor homes are million mile machines, and about $300,000 has been spent on maintenance over that time, we should be able to sell it one day for $150,000 or so. What a gift, right? So keep in mind that I am very mindful of our good fortune and blessings, and not a day goes by that I am not genuinely humbled by this act of kindness.
My the trouble started on our way up to Ohio to move into the RV. We were told it was ready to take back to Florida immediately, and we'd made arrangements to do just that. But my wife's grandfather is beginning to suffer from dementia, thus he did not remember that he'd told the mechanics to stop work on it a year and a half earlier. In the end, the mechanic (Jay) said it would be ready October 1st.
But it wasn't the end. This was just the beginning. A week before October, I called to check on the status. I was told that no, it wouldn't be done on the 1st, but that is when he would START work on it.
We we were staying in my wife's grandfather's retirement village at the time, in the independent living section where he resides. We also have two large dogs and a ferret, and every time I would traverse the 8 floors to take the dogs out, the residents there would provide me with some of the darkest stares you can imagine. Once, a particularly flighty old lady refused to board the elevator (lift) with me because I had the dogs. When I politely attempted to vacate she told me "Don't bother!" before stomping away like a girl 80 years her junior might be expected to behave.
As the weeks crawled mercilessly by without employment or any responses from the mechanic, our savings began to dissipate before our eyes. On the few occasions that Jay, the shop owner, returned my calls he would always tell me that it MIGHT be done "next week." So of course I did not outside any employment, choosing instead to do some freelance writing and making small earnings by writing about politics and war. Still, I needed something more lucrative. Meanwhile, I stopped painting altogether. When I am angry, forget about tapping into anything creative.
At one point the staff of the repair shop called to tell me that the RV would be done the next day, and that we needed to bring our Jeep in to have the tow mount and break system installed for towing (all wheels down behind a 45 foot motor home). We'd decided to stay until Christmas at this point. When we arrived, Jay pointed out some water damage in the under compartments and said that they'd need addressed at could take several weeks. My wife made the mistake of telling him to take his time since we were staying the rough the holidays. Big mistake.
It was around this time we got kicked out of the retirement home. We had over stayed our welcome and many of the residents were inquiring about our dogs or complaining that they barked. and told Jay that he didn't need to look for the source of this leak and that we needed to get the RV ASAP. Two weeks passed by after this before I called and asked what was taking so long. The man proceeded to argue with me after I told him that the RV was supposed to be done before he pointed out the leak, so what was the issue, I asked. He essentially called me a liar before calling my wife's grandfather to report that I was harassing him.
Keep in mind that my wife's grandfather was funding the repairs. Therefore, my influence over events was one of powerlessness, and he was too mentally befuddled in his old age to properly take the whole story into context and make a rational decision based upon this evaluation.
When we moved into the hotel room, I didn't know that it would be for 2 months. The expenses were...expensive. But after a time we got the call we'd been waiting for and completed the hour drive out to the facility to finally to possession of this bus.
My the grand total was $35,000 for repairs. Jay decided not to show up to work that day, and there was no knowledgable staff around to give us a briefing on what was accomplished over the last 5 months. Of course, the description of charges were vaguely written, such as "serviced heater," for 90 hours.
So we drove the RV to a park where we decided to stay for about a week to test out the motorhome and acquaint ourselves with its many, many functions.
Except all of the batteries were dead.
We returned it to Jay and had to wait another two weeks while he fixed this issue. Finally we got it back, but this time the heater didn't work. Still, we kept it and lived in it for about 2-3 weeks in order to learn its functions. I finally got Jay on the phone after about 2 weeks of leaving him messages so that he could walk me through troubleshooting the heater. We came to learn that the coolant needed burped, and that the coolant lines needed to be disconnected from each heat exchanger (the vents where the heat comes out, like in a home) and drained for 2-3 hours each. He had the audacity to try to get me to do this job. I took off one wall panel to look at a heat exchanger and found a web of wires blocking me from doing the work, so I called Jay back. He told me to bring it in a week later.
I hit a deer with my Jeep. It took 2 weeks and $2500 to fix.
The day finally came to see Jay and get this heater fixed, and disaster struck again. This time water was spewing from the under compartment. You know, the area that Jay claimed contained a mysterious leak would takes weeks to find. I'd had enough with Jay at this point, even if this meant I had to pay out of pocket for future repairs from a new shop. There aren't many places that are capable of servicing a Prevost motorhome, but I found one two hours away and we took it to these new folks. Mike was his name.
Pulling into the parking lot of the shop, I hit a car. What looked like the slightest damage I would later find out cost $2000.
Now Mike has the RV and says it will take an indefinite time to fix (after assuring me over the phone that it would not take long). This is where we stand, basically.
I am exhausted. Throughout all of this, I have seen none of my old friends. This is all occurring in the town I grew up in, and besides seeing some family now and again, I am completely isolated. I don't want to sound whiney, but I will proceed to whine. At 35 years old, I don't have a single friend. I know I have many friends and associates that care for me, but not a single soul that lives near me with which I can actually spend time.
I I am perpetually exhausted from lack of sleep. I have nightmares every night that wake me up and terrify me so deeply that I am afraid to go back to sleep. Every night I get so anxious that I dread falling asleep. I also sleep walk occasionally. I cannot eat in a restaurant unless I am seated in a corner near an exit.
All of this is putting a great deal of stress on my marriage and family relations. Thank you if you took the time to read all of this. I suppose I am just lost.
Lost,
Ben
Zab
New member
I am glad you are reaching out. I am glad you are recognizing that you are struggling. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. I went through hell the last 10 months. Just took 2 weeks of stress leave and this week i'll be talking with a shrink to get an objective opinion about how i am handling my stress and exhaustion and i will be trying new things to cope with them. This is a low point and it will pass. You can't do it alone though and you can't only lean on your wife (even though they are tougher than us) - she needs help too. If there are any resources available to you to get support - even free ones, try them out. Keep talking to us and venting and asking for help and support - even if it's just emotional. Try very hard not to take all the mean crap life is throwing at you too seriously - none of us get out alive anyway 
Grab a coffee and do some people watching. I like to watch the youth, my daughter and her 7 year old friends are all so carefree, teenagers at the mall are so hilariously self absorbed (just like i was at that age), but they are the future and they are resilient - just know that life goes on and sun shines and the earth turns and this too shall pass
Grab a coffee and do some people watching. I like to watch the youth, my daughter and her 7 year old friends are all so carefree, teenagers at the mall are so hilariously self absorbed (just like i was at that age), but they are the future and they are resilient - just know that life goes on and sun shines and the earth turns and this too shall pass 
BloodASmedium
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First off Ben...I am so so so gosh darn sorry to hear what anybody would think would be a dark comedy situation ... I mean a Chevy chase movie couldn't hold a candle to this terrible, appalling scenario. You'll never be lost because you have is anytime you need to vent then you vent and o dint care how long or how much . anybody else without your iron constitution would have been committed . I know I couldn't handly this magnitude of ill will. We all live you dearly and god gives folks what they can handle. Every single one of us has a cross to bear and its all a test.a test i know for a fact you'll come through with flying cord man. Things will get better. How do I know this because when I reflect on all my own problems in my past " the law of averages and probability" will always shine through. We've heard the proverb "one door closes another opens" or "this too shall pass" it's all the same. What I'm trying to say is when things go bad ....really bad... They are. Then fated to turn and go good... Really good. Now I don't know the exact time stamp on how long before fate changes things, but I definitely know it will. Your a great human being.you protected your country and fellow man. Your a marvelously talented artist. And your an upfront compassionate human being. Your an amazing testament to how string the human species can be. You'll adapt like humans do, you'll have better luck I can guarantee that. It just is this way cause the strongest take the bad for those who can't. I love you , I'm here for you and anything you need if I can help you know u will.
anybody else without your iron constitution would have been committed . I know I couldn't handly this magnitude of ill will. We all live you dearly and god gives folks what they can handle. Every single one of us has a cross to bear and its all a test.a test i know for a fact you'll come through with flying cord man. Things will get better. How do I know this because when I reflect on all my own problems in my past " the law of averages and probability" will always shine through. We've heard the proverb "one door closes another opens" or "this too shall pass" it's all the same. What I'm trying to say is when things go bad ....really bad... They are. Then fated to turn and go good... Really good. Now I don't know the exact time stamp on how long before fate changes things, but I definitely know it will. Your a great human being.you protected your country and fellow man. Your a marvelously talented artist. And your an upfront compassionate human being. Your an amazing testament to how string the human species can be. You'll adapt like humans do, you'll have better luck I can guarantee that. It just is this way cause the strongest take the bad for those who can't. I love you , I'm here for you and anything you need if I can help you know u will.
wargamesculptor
New member
You have already handled so much, it may seem there is no light at the end of the tunnel, but take time to reflect on the more important things like health and relationships. As you see the CMON support group is here for you
Bailey03
Well-known member
Wow, I knew the motor home had caused you a lot of trouble but didn't realize the full extent of what was going on. Here's hoping the new repair person is better to deal with (hard to image he could be any worse than the first guy!) and that everything will be in working order soon!
