Week
What can I say . . . a Shitty McVille Week.
Sunday I came back from the mountains, just missing the downpours in Roanoke and Salem, and the drive was uneventful. I enjoyed the peace and comfort of the drive, and when I got back I went for a late night run. Then . . . then I got the joy of finding out that Jackass had a conversation with me about moving there and being with him hours before heading to the church and reception hall to get married. In case you need to review have a looky loo. Technically that occurred on Monday morning, which certainly didn't make the week project very well. I blew off some steam on my bike, after filling the tires with air, but the ride proved that my shocks are GONE and my endurance has gone to the wayside.
On Tuesday I went to the library to do some work for the literacy council, which isn't so bad. But, since too many people view the library as their personal babysitter a four and five year old decided to make friends with me. They accidentally unplugged the printer cable, so I still have to reinstall the printer to my laptop. Joy joy. In all fairness, they didn't do it on purpose. These kids were mostly amusing, and I got to learn way too much about how one girl couldn't "wipe her own butt." If my week hadn't taken a life of it's own I might be blogging about the strange conversations I have with wee ones in the library on the regular basis. But, alas . . . Considering I was still reeling from the news I learned in the wee hours of Monday morning (around 2 am, I think) the printer was pretty minor.
On Wednesday I learned that I got axed from the running for a federal job that oozed of shiny career glory. I had made the shorter list of candidates. Unfortunately, I am willing to bet I get axed because I would need a worldwide medical clearance and my resume mentions an article I wrote on living with Lupus. I knew that when the file went for review this might happen, but I was hoping the PhD and different approach to health issues we now have would help. Nope! The Lupus article isn't online anymore or I would send you the link. Lupus sucks, in case you didn't know. And for the record, I find it crap that Lupus gets you pegged as "sickly," when I have to tell you that with plaquinil I'm good to go. Hell, I tend to be on the good side more often than not . . . I digress. To make Wednesday even better, I had a fire drill while teaching at the prison. I got yelled at by the guard because I was leaving the building. Then I went back to the classroom. Got yelled at again. Good times. I will have to say that when I got to class my students had the whiteboard set up with "We promise to watch the State of the Union address tonight, if we get out early, and not watch the basketball game on ESPN." I am not sure of what made them prouder: the whiteboard or the ability to make me laugh. But, just so we all know that Wednesday was bad it had to get even worse. I got another rejection from a service academy I had made the short list for. Seriously. Sucky, sucky. I hate making the short list and then getting cut. Just when you start to dream--not just of paycheck and health insurance, but of new apartments, places, and friends--a briefly worded letter curbs you in your tracks.
Then Thursday came. On Thursday things went a little awry. For the sake of brevity, K is a friend of mine. We met each other before meeting Jackass, and we have known for awhile that each of us were having a "thing" with him. We've been coming clean with each other--as we were testing out alliances--but on Thursday we got a hair up our respective tushies. She called me, and we were discussing past emails and text messages. In the course of this conversation we discovered that we have been online with him at the same times, and on several instances he sent us the same message. Nice, huh? Well, K saw that he was mobile on Yahoo messenger. So, I sent a mobile message to his phone, and she sent a text. What you are about to learn is of particular magnitude and delight.
A couple of brief messages later, he told me that she had gotten a job (that is not what she said, she told him that she had an interview). We had both started the conversation saying we had news. Well, when he told me that I wrote, "I heard about you and K," and she wrote "I know about you and A." I got from him "I bet." Then he made a remark about "I know about you and X." X happened almost two years before him, so I told him that was a moot comment. I don't think he was enjoying this particular exercise. Then, K and I both got, "Why are you doing this?"
We busted out laughing, and we are both certain that at that moment he was sitting there with in absolute horror and shock. He still doesn't know that we were on the phone with each other, the entire time. What did I say? I had typed a brief note . . . "I knew you and Kelli were getting married, and I think that is good. Oddly, though, you told me you were in a wedding the weekend of 9 August the last we talked on here. The night of the last fight. I can’t believe you were telling me you missed me, asked me to moved up to MA, and cared about me the day you were getting married." K thought it was hilarious! He did not. I got told, after being told that there was no relationship, that we couldn't discuss that. K, on the other hand, got told that there wasn't much to tell about him and I. But, then his story changed. He had blocked his Yahoo status out, as he messaged us, so at one point I sent him a message asking if the messages for her were meant for me. He wanted to know how I knew . . . K and I agreed on a lie for me to say she sent a Facebook message about it. Good times.
In response to "why are you doing this," she said "I just want to know if there was a fifth." Booyea. He claims there wasn't. But, like we both told him, we thought we were the only "extra" he had, and we certainly didn't think he was doing it with us at the same time or with similar messages. So wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Things got better though. He wanted me to call him the next day at 4:30. A long conversation with K, and they ended their friendship. There are lots of other details that are meant for K and I, but I will say after and hour her and Jackass parted ways. We both decided that he more than deserved it, since he did put us into the middle of his bad movie script. Me . . . she really did think I was going to call him the next day. I told him that I would be busy, and then I used one of his infamous lines "I'll try." I tried all right . . . Around 6:00 pm I finally remembered to send a text message saying that I was still busy, and that I needed to work on fixing a kerosene heater first. That was true, we had a storm coming through and my Dad and I were fixing the wicks on the heaters. Though, I could have talked to him had I wanted to do so. I didn't hear shit from him, and at 9:00pm I was kinda mean. I sent him a picture of the kerosene heater. I am willing to bet that he got all excited thinking it was something else. Ha ha.
I didn't bother to call him, in earnest, and I didn't send an email or what not. That text message, it was really just one last dig. Treating him the exact same way he treated me . . . well, the one fact is that I don't have other people waiting in the wings. I'm done. I'm free. Finally. K and I are both saying that. Good times. Good times for sure. Honestly, what would be the point of talking to him? I don't need him to give me any more of his passive aggressive shit, make me feel awful, and besides he said we can't talk about what he did on his wedding day. Hell, he even asked me why I was bringing it up. Well . . . I deserve an explanation for that nonsense. What would have he done if I had dropped everything and showed up in MA? I'm not going into all of that, and the dark places my mind has been recently. I will say that K and I are certain he was sitting with is head in his hands, drinking a whiskey straight in the dark, while his head spun in his living room. We both deleted him from our contacts, and we have both blocked his messages.
Oh, what did I do on Friday? I subbed for the fourth grade. Nothing bad, just an "active" group.
On Saturday the white shroud fell, and it pretty much came down all day. Peaceful.
Sunday I came back from the mountains, just missing the downpours in Roanoke and Salem, and the drive was uneventful. I enjoyed the peace and comfort of the drive, and when I got back I went for a late night run. Then . . . then I got the joy of finding out that Jackass had a conversation with me about moving there and being with him hours before heading to the church and reception hall to get married. In case you need to review have a looky loo. Technically that occurred on Monday morning, which certainly didn't make the week project very well. I blew off some steam on my bike, after filling the tires with air, but the ride proved that my shocks are GONE and my endurance has gone to the wayside.
On Tuesday I went to the library to do some work for the literacy council, which isn't so bad. But, since too many people view the library as their personal babysitter a four and five year old decided to make friends with me. They accidentally unplugged the printer cable, so I still have to reinstall the printer to my laptop. Joy joy. In all fairness, they didn't do it on purpose. These kids were mostly amusing, and I got to learn way too much about how one girl couldn't "wipe her own butt." If my week hadn't taken a life of it's own I might be blogging about the strange conversations I have with wee ones in the library on the regular basis. But, alas . . . Considering I was still reeling from the news I learned in the wee hours of Monday morning (around 2 am, I think) the printer was pretty minor.
On Wednesday I learned that I got axed from the running for a federal job that oozed of shiny career glory. I had made the shorter list of candidates. Unfortunately, I am willing to bet I get axed because I would need a worldwide medical clearance and my resume mentions an article I wrote on living with Lupus. I knew that when the file went for review this might happen, but I was hoping the PhD and different approach to health issues we now have would help. Nope! The Lupus article isn't online anymore or I would send you the link. Lupus sucks, in case you didn't know. And for the record, I find it crap that Lupus gets you pegged as "sickly," when I have to tell you that with plaquinil I'm good to go. Hell, I tend to be on the good side more often than not . . . I digress. To make Wednesday even better, I had a fire drill while teaching at the prison. I got yelled at by the guard because I was leaving the building. Then I went back to the classroom. Got yelled at again. Good times. I will have to say that when I got to class my students had the whiteboard set up with "We promise to watch the State of the Union address tonight, if we get out early, and not watch the basketball game on ESPN." I am not sure of what made them prouder: the whiteboard or the ability to make me laugh. But, just so we all know that Wednesday was bad it had to get even worse. I got another rejection from a service academy I had made the short list for. Seriously. Sucky, sucky. I hate making the short list and then getting cut. Just when you start to dream--not just of paycheck and health insurance, but of new apartments, places, and friends--a briefly worded letter curbs you in your tracks.
Then Thursday came. On Thursday things went a little awry. For the sake of brevity, K is a friend of mine. We met each other before meeting Jackass, and we have known for awhile that each of us were having a "thing" with him. We've been coming clean with each other--as we were testing out alliances--but on Thursday we got a hair up our respective tushies. She called me, and we were discussing past emails and text messages. In the course of this conversation we discovered that we have been online with him at the same times, and on several instances he sent us the same message. Nice, huh? Well, K saw that he was mobile on Yahoo messenger. So, I sent a mobile message to his phone, and she sent a text. What you are about to learn is of particular magnitude and delight.
A couple of brief messages later, he told me that she had gotten a job (that is not what she said, she told him that she had an interview). We had both started the conversation saying we had news. Well, when he told me that I wrote, "I heard about you and K," and she wrote "I know about you and A." I got from him "I bet." Then he made a remark about "I know about you and X." X happened almost two years before him, so I told him that was a moot comment. I don't think he was enjoying this particular exercise. Then, K and I both got, "Why are you doing this?"
We busted out laughing, and we are both certain that at that moment he was sitting there with in absolute horror and shock. He still doesn't know that we were on the phone with each other, the entire time. What did I say? I had typed a brief note . . . "I knew you and Kelli were getting married, and I think that is good. Oddly, though, you told me you were in a wedding the weekend of 9 August the last we talked on here. The night of the last fight. I can’t believe you were telling me you missed me, asked me to moved up to MA, and cared about me the day you were getting married." K thought it was hilarious! He did not. I got told, after being told that there was no relationship, that we couldn't discuss that. K, on the other hand, got told that there wasn't much to tell about him and I. But, then his story changed. He had blocked his Yahoo status out, as he messaged us, so at one point I sent him a message asking if the messages for her were meant for me. He wanted to know how I knew . . . K and I agreed on a lie for me to say she sent a Facebook message about it. Good times.
In response to "why are you doing this," she said "I just want to know if there was a fifth." Booyea. He claims there wasn't. But, like we both told him, we thought we were the only "extra" he had, and we certainly didn't think he was doing it with us at the same time or with similar messages. So wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Things got better though. He wanted me to call him the next day at 4:30. A long conversation with K, and they ended their friendship. There are lots of other details that are meant for K and I, but I will say after and hour her and Jackass parted ways. We both decided that he more than deserved it, since he did put us into the middle of his bad movie script. Me . . . she really did think I was going to call him the next day. I told him that I would be busy, and then I used one of his infamous lines "I'll try." I tried all right . . . Around 6:00 pm I finally remembered to send a text message saying that I was still busy, and that I needed to work on fixing a kerosene heater first. That was true, we had a storm coming through and my Dad and I were fixing the wicks on the heaters. Though, I could have talked to him had I wanted to do so. I didn't hear shit from him, and at 9:00pm I was kinda mean. I sent him a picture of the kerosene heater. I am willing to bet that he got all excited thinking it was something else. Ha ha.
I didn't bother to call him, in earnest, and I didn't send an email or what not. That text message, it was really just one last dig. Treating him the exact same way he treated me . . . well, the one fact is that I don't have other people waiting in the wings. I'm done. I'm free. Finally. K and I are both saying that. Good times. Good times for sure. Honestly, what would be the point of talking to him? I don't need him to give me any more of his passive aggressive shit, make me feel awful, and besides he said we can't talk about what he did on his wedding day. Hell, he even asked me why I was bringing it up. Well . . . I deserve an explanation for that nonsense. What would have he done if I had dropped everything and showed up in MA? I'm not going into all of that, and the dark places my mind has been recently. I will say that K and I are certain he was sitting with is head in his hands, drinking a whiskey straight in the dark, while his head spun in his living room. We both deleted him from our contacts, and we have both blocked his messages.
Oh, what did I do on Friday? I subbed for the fourth grade. Nothing bad, just an "active" group.
On Saturday the white shroud fell, and it pretty much came down all day. Peaceful.
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