My night was hell. I should've never come home from work because it just got worse and worse and worse. Well, to start, I felt like a leper because of the 5 tables in the lunch room at work 4.5 of them were packed and the other .5- 6 seats... that was me... the girl in the corner seat surrounded by 5 other seats at every break (3 breaks).
Then when my mom picked me up we were going home and she saw a flashing light that looked like a lantern on the side of the road near Musson's. My mom drove until she could turn around and we went back and called 911 because there was a man almost laying on the side of the road. My mom rolled down her window and asked him if he was ok. He said he broke something and when we saw him we knew he was mentally challenged. It looked like he broke his legs or something because they were all mangled. When we called 911 they told us a police officer was on his way so my mom parked on the other side and put her hazards on and funny enough people didn't slow down at all but sped up. Then the cop got there and got out to talk to him and we left. When we got home my mom called someplace and found out he was from Horizons (some retirement place) and he escaped even though he's crippled and lost his wheelchair down in the ditch and he must've climbed out. That just cut my cake on the way home and I started crying. I just kept saying things like 'Someone could've hit him and killed him'.
Now for the topping on the cake... I called Job (well finally got a hold of him at quarter to midnight or so) and he told me about his lovely day and how he went shopping with his parents and the sort. Then after a while he asked me if I said I gave him a bj to Beka and of course I said hell no because even if I did I wouldn't go around telling everyone let alone bitch face. So I asked him why and he said... "because my mom said she told her you gave me a bj" I got really upset and asked him if he defended us and he said well yea and then said... "my mom went on saying how it was so disturbing" Then I lost it. I started screaming about Beka being a fucking bitch and how she's making all of this shit up because she's a bitch and what the fuck does she thinks she's doing. Then Job said (like this made it all better) "Well my dad stopped the conversation right away because he didn't want to talk about it." I eventually (after at least 10 minutes of sobbing) told Job I couldn't do this anymore and that I couldn't deal with Beka and her lies and the fact that they (his parents) believe everything like it's the bible. I'm going to call back...
Mandy ~ 11:49 PM
Friday, June 10, 2005
Harley
I'm so tired and I have to leave in an hour and a half to go to work again. If anyone wants to know I'm working 2-10 pm and this Saturday so I'll have Sunday off. Next week I work overtime every night 2-midnight and I might get scheduled for both Sat and Sun. The work is tiring and hard but I have two wonderful trainers, Michelle (mom in her 50's), and Merlyn (mom in her 70's) and they're just hilarious. I also met a new friend, Kyle Pultz who's going to Nicolet to train as a full time fire fighter. I got to see my sister and dad yesterday for the first time in a week when they got off from work and I was going in. That was definitely a high point for me. Well I hope all of you are enjoying your summer and getting a lot of sun for me because I'm going to become a pasty, pasty girly :p