|Incredibly long update..
||[Sunday, July 16th, 2006 @ 11:32pm]
I've finally decided it's time to update this thing.. I have so much to say and I don't really want to sit here all day typing this out.. so be a friend.. read it and comment if you'd like. :P
This week has been sooooooooo effen crazy. First of all, as you all know, I started my new job. (Which I LOVE so far) The people I work with are all super nice and sweet and oh my Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore! Our area of the store is called Better Sportswear. Now then, I was told we have to dress nicer than the other employees.. however, I've noticed that after a couple of days, we all look the same anyway, so it doesn't really matter. I've been training mostly under a nice girl named Salene. (I was supposed to be shadowing Camille, but she and I rarely seem to work together) Our area has several different things in it: I.N.C., Ralph Lauren, Liz Claiborne, Charter Club, Tommy Hilfer and Multiple Choice. So each full time employee has their own little section. I ended up with Charter Club, which for me.. I have to say UGH to. Simple reason: Charter Club seems like mostly old lady clothes. And while it could be a great area to have to make some $$, I have to say I don't much care for the clothes.. so it may not be too easy for me to sell them to people if I'm thinking, "Goddess, that's the ugliest shirt I've ever seen!" But even tho I'm thinking it, I smile kindly and say sweetly, "Oh, that's a pretty shirt! It would look great with these.." and hold up a pair of pants/shorts/skirt/whatever. I smile politely, nod, and somehow convince this little old lady that this shirt and these pants would look divine on her. The entire time, I'm thinking, "I'd burn this before I'd wear it!" but hey, ya know.. it's all in their taste, not mine. So that's the easy part really. My second day, I busted my ass rearranging Charter Club, trying to make it look nice cause it was such a mess.. No one had really even gone through the area, so I had SO many price markdowns.. it was insane. I worked for 7 hours that day, and I'm telling you, the entire time, I was in Charter Club. I never even touched the register. Next day, I had like 4 hours of training to finish, so I did that. Then I was on the floor again, putting stuff away, helping people, yada yada yada. It was a good day, aside from my feet killing me. I finally bought some different shoes and Friday wasn't so bad. I've been off since yesterday, which has been nice. I have a 3 day weekend, then I work for 6 days in a row before my next day off. But really, I do like it. I'm sure it'll get easier, or maybe a little more difficult before it gets easier. We'll see. I'll keep you guys updated.
Moving on.. this is the stuff I really wanted to get into. It's my little section I'd like to call, Psycho Girl Harrasses Me. I don't know if I've mentioned much about a girl named Brandi who was staying with us for awhile. I met her a couple of years ago when she came over one night to visit with Rhett. I didn't like her then and I don't like her now. She moved in here because she had nowhere else to go, no one else wanted to help her. She got out of jail after spending 30 days there and she's also a drug addict. She said she was quitting drugs and going to rehab, so for the longest time of her staying here, I was being the nice person I am, helping her to get to her appointments and whatnot, being there when she cried or tried to hurt herself. She would do something stupid (like cut herself) and she'd cry on my shoulder. I basically babied her. I can't help it, it's who I am. Then came the weekend of my birthday, where she said she'd be here, but instead she went to Mike's (her uhh.. boyfriend/ex whatever). She said she'd be here, said she'd tried to get a cab, blah blah.. she never showed. She called me on my birthday, crying and saying she stole money from Mike and now he won't let her leave. Whatever. She came back, I forgave her, we moved on. Then a couple of weeks later, she tells me she's going to see her father. She hasn't seen her parents since she got out of jail and I told her I thought it would be a good idea to try and get things squared away with them. It's never good to have a shitty relationship with your rents. She said she was going to try and talk to her dad, see if him and her mom would help her. Welp, a few days later, I found out she wasn't at her dads, she'd never gone to her dads, she'd gone to Mike's instead. A lil piece of info: Mike likes to hit people and he demeans her by calling her names, etc. I'd been patient enough with her, I was sick of it. So, I told Rhett.. I said, "I don't care if she stays here, but I don't want to see her or talk to her for awhile. So she'd better stay in your room." Rhett called her and told her he didn't think it was a good idea for her to stay here anymore. I didn't expect that at all, but I was relieved. It meant I didn't have to put up with her anymore.
I know this is extremely long, but I felt like giving a piece of background info would be helpful in explaining this next part. At work, I believe it was my second or third day.. she called and left me a message. It went something like, "I just wanted to say thanks for getting me kicked out over absolutely nothing you fucken bitch!" and it went on, with several other curse words being involved and her calling me a fat, skanky assed, whoe. Yes yes.. me.. I'm fat, I'm skanky AND I'm a whoe.. I feel so honored to be called that.. it's been so long since I've heard it. (haha) Also mentioned in this particular message was her threatening my life. She said if I touched any of her shit, she would fucken kill me. Blah, so whatever. I laughed it off because honestly, I didn't care. Later that night, she called again, yelling and screaming at me some more about her being kicked out. She called again. I answered this time and the first thing I said was, "Lose my fucken number!" and she went in, immediately, and started screaming at me again. I tried to be calm with her, I tried to tell her I didn't get her kicked out, that her own stupidity did. She was screaming so much that I know she didn't hear a word I said. So I finally yelled, "Listen bitch! You're always telling me how NO ONE EVER FUCKEN LISTENS TO YOU SO SHUT YOUR GOD DAMNED MOUTH AND LISTEN TO ME!" Silence, finally. I told her again how I didn't get her kicked out. I told her exactly what I'd told Rhett and she continued to tell me Rhett said otherwise. "He said you went to him like the whiny little bitch you are and cried and whined and got me kicked out!" Yeah, pish tosh.. I didn't do shit to her. Of course, by this point, my blood was boiling and I began to scream back. I told her she shouldn't be threatening me. She then threatened me again, said if I touched any of her stuff, I'd better say goodbye to my "precious car." I told her how effen smoothe that is, to lay out empty threats like that to me. She then started saying how if I wanted to "throw down," we'd throw down. I proceeded to tell her to get her ass over here, that I'd be waiting. I hung up at some point, telling her to stop calling me. Michelle came over, I told her what was going on, she said next time Brandi calls, to let her answer. I was perfectly cool with that. I love my Michelle. hehehe So, Brandi calls back AGAIN.. and Michelle answers. I can't remember her exact words, but she said something like, "Nora's not available. Stop calling you stupid skanky bitch!" and hung up. Brandi calls again, leaves another message, saying stuff like, "You're not woman enough to face me, you have to have some stupid skanky assed bitch to answer your phone for you!" and she went on to say how if I wanted to throw down, I knew where she was.. yada yada.. That she wasn't scared of me.. which I'd already told her I wasn't scared of her. I even made fun, saying how she weighs like 70 lbs soaking wet.. yeah, I'm a dork when I'm mad. I was trying, for the most part, to stay calm.. all things considering, I know it doesn't help for me to get angry back because it's just giving her what she wants. She wants to try to get to me and that's what she was accomplishing by calling me every 10 mins. She called back AGAIN.. I answered saying, very calming, "This has got to stop, Brandi. It's getting old." and she then yelled at me some more, threatening me again, saying she had a gun and she was gonna shoot me. I remember laughing and saying, "Did you just say you had a gun?" Her: "You heard me the first time, bitch!" The conversation escalated again.. where she started saying she was gonna beat my ass.. She said if I wanted to fight her, I knew where she was. I responded with, "Brandi, I'm not the one calling you with empty threats. You're the one threatening me, remember? I NEVER called you and said I was gonna kick your ass, kill you, or destroy your property. YOU'RE the one CALLING ME! So if you want to fight, bring it on babe. Me and your stuff with be in the front lawn, see you in 30 mins!" At this point, it became about her stuff again.. if I touch her stuff, blah blah! I finally said, "Look, I don't give a shit about your stuff! Come and fucken get it!" She kept going, and Goddess help me, I must have blocked it all out.. cuz I don't remember what else she said.. she just kept going on, repeating herself.. like a dumb little child who doesn't think mommy is listening to them.. "Mom.. Mom... MOM!!!!" ya know what I mean. She kept going on and on and on.. this went on for some time, I was screaming that I wasn't scared of her, because she kept saying I was.. I kept saying that if she wanted me so badly, to come get me.. I may be short, I may not have a whole lot of weight to me.. but one thing I do know, if I could take on a 300+lbs man, I can take on Brandi. Michelle called the cops. Told them how Brandi had been harrassing me all day. I told Brandi that if she wanted her stuff, she could dig it out of the trash, cuz that's where it was going. She kept on about me touching her stuff and how she was gonna beat my ass.. Sheesh, it got old.. The best part, for me.. was when she decided to say shit about Andy.. How the only reason he's with me is because he can't get any better and how the only reason I'm with him in because he bows down to my every fucken need. I laughed.. She said, "What's so funny?" Me: "What's the matter Brandi.. jealous?" Her: "I'm not fucken jealous of you! Why would I be fucken jealous of you?!" Me: "Well, let's see here..." She started in again.. I said, "Shut the fuck up and listen!" She got quiet. I said, "I have a husband, who loves me and takes care of me. Whenever I want something, most of the time, I get it. He listens to me, cares about me and is there for me." She mumbled. I continued. "I have FRIENDS, who support me and love me and are THERE for me whenever I need them and even when I don't. They listen to me and I know they will always be there. I have FAMILY who supports me, loves me and doesn't push me away when times get hard. Oh yeah.. I have a VEHICLE.. I can go whereever I want, whenever I want because I have my own car. OH! And to top it all off, I have a JOB.. I make my own money, so I can get the things I want and or need.." I paused for dramatic effect.. she didn't say a word. I almost thought she wasn't there. I continued.. "And what do you have Brandi? A guy who fucken hits you and demeans you every chance he gets.. parents who basically disowned you and think you're a piece of shit.. you have no job, you have no car, you have NOTHING except a drug addiction and a dumbass for a boyfriend." She started to say something about how I'm not better than her, or whatever. It escalated again.. and I don't remember much after that. I eventually hung up on her again. Michelle was concerned. She'd never seen me so angry before. I don't generally get that mad.. But first of all, Brandi not only attacked me.. she attacked my husband and one of my very best friends. I don't go for that shit. I know at the end of the conversation, I said something about, "If you want me, come and get me. I'll be here all night." Needless to say, she never showed. The cop showed up, I told him what was going on, he called her and told her to stop calling me. She called Rhett, saying how "Your little friend Nora called the cops on me cause I was scaring her." I was like, whatever. If I were so scared, why would I say come on over? I mean, I didn't call her and threaten her life, her property, her husband, her friends.. she did it to me. Over the phone, not face to face. So who's the one who's afraid? She didn't stop calling. She called again later, crying and saying she was sorry.. and that her and Mike had gotten into a pretty bad fight. I called the cops again, had someone sent out to where she was to check on her. Yes, even tho she threatened me and is a total and complete whack-o, I still didn't want her to be somewhere where she was unsafe. I didn't want Mike to beat her to death or anything crazy like that. So I called the cops. She called me later and thanked me for calling them for her. I figure she was serious about the thank you because she didn't have that sarcastic tone in her voice. So, I'm a pussy for calling the cops on her for harrassing me, but I'm good samaritan for calling the cops to make sure she was OK. She called a few more times.. and then she called again on Friday, saying she was coming over to get her stuff. Rhett called the cops to be on standby for when she got here. While she was here, I went to the door, arms crossed and just staring at her. She stared back. It kind of felt like one of those old western movies where the guys take ten paces or whatever, then face each other to see who's gonna shoot first. I never turned away from her stare, she never turned away from mine. She finally said, "What's up Nora?" But she said it like sarcastically.. I just stared, not a word came out. The death glare, I'd like to call it. I said everything with my eyes. In that one look, I was saying, "Fuck off and die for all I care you stupid bitch. I don't care about you anymore." And I'm sure she got the hint. She picked up her stuff, walked away, put her hand in the air and said, "Peace Out bitches!" and left. The only other phone call we've received since then was her calling to tell Rhett he didn't give her all of her meds. Which, he did. No phone calls since then. Woo hoo!
The moral to this story is: Don't Fuck With Me. If you're gonna threaten me, you'd better back that threat up. Cause I'm not afraid of anyone. Ask anyone who's known me for awhile. I've never backed down. Would I have fought her if she'd come over here? If she'd thrown the first punch, you bet your sweet ass I would have. But I'm not going to jail for anyone. I'm not gonna swing on someone if they're the ones threatening me. I know the law. lol
Ok, that's it. Not so much a summary as I was hoping for.. but there was so much b.s. going on that I could really summarize it.
Peace Out G's!