They're reconfiguring our cubicles on the plantation and have temporarily relocated us to a trailer. Wow! Talk about an experience. I feel like a telemarketer in a bullpen because we're all in one huge room sitting close to each other. It's so crazy. I've been in the office since 7:00am this morning and still am not connected to the network and worse yet, this is my busy day. Let's not also take into consideration that I'm going to have to come in on Friday, which is my RDO (regular day off) because I have a document that needs to get out before 3:00pm. Great right?I'm currently using someone else's pc just so I can share this madness with y'all.
So, let me tell you about the trailer itself...It has a camper style toilet, which means you have to prime it (foot pump water into it) before using it and to ensure that your #2 will not stick to the sides of the bowl. We've been advised not to drink the water because it's not potable and when we wash our hands we should still use hand sanitizer. Yea, do the math on that!!! Also, there's a wasps nest in the trailer and I just fond out thath one of the guys is allegic. Niiice! We have to use the water cooler that's installed for consumption, we have a microwave and a refrigerator, so at least we do have some basic amenities. There is another building nearby that we've been given access to of which your girl will be using to handle her toilet business; not that I #2 at work unless it's dire.
We're about a mile or so from the main building, so if we have meetings that we can't dial in for, we have to drive back and forth. In addition, a part of the work I do requires input and signatures from the reviewing party, which will also require me to drive back and forth. You know your girl will be logging ALL her miles right?!
If any of you are complaining about your respective work environments, please think about me and my new status as trailer trash and then be thankful you're not working under my current conditions.
Have a blessed one!
Love to live; live to love!
Showing posts with label craziness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label craziness. Show all posts
22 April 2009
20 March 2008
If I can't have you...
Sorry for the delay in my posts, but my life has been rather busy for the past couple of weeks. I managed to get some time so here's a nice long post for you...
Having been the recipient of a (near) Fatal Attraction, I often wonder what goes through someone’s head when they develop such intense feelings that would cause them to act in such a twisted way. Though I never slept with Jose; in fact I don’t recall even kissing him other than a peck on the cheek, I’ve never known what caused him to have such intense feelings for me. He and I were in the same military unit and became friends. He helped me learn the things I’d need for Basic Training (BT) and kind of became my bodyguard; keeping the grimey older men from making passes at me and other inappropriate comments.
We only saw each other monthly when I was at the unit, but we spoke on the phone from time to time. I didn’t think much of his asking about my personal life like school, friends, social life etc, as it seemed like the natural progression of conversation. I did; however, notice his reaction to my conversing with other guys at the unit. He seemed to get angry or agitated and especially if he sensed there was a level of closeness between them and me. There was one guy I was pretty cool with as he and I were leaving at the same time and would be attending the same military occupational school. Jose stepped to the guy as if he was my boyfriend. Tavares told me about the incident and I called Jose on his actions. He tied to down play it and I told him that whatever he thought he was doing, he wasn’t my boyfriend and had no right to talk to anyone that way. He backed off…for a while anyway.
When I wasn’t home for military training, I was at school and Jose took it upon himself to send roses almost weekly. Though flattering; it was inappropriate and uncalled for. He would call at all hours of the day and night and question my roommates as to my whereabouts. He became incensed if they wouldn’t give him specific details. I spoke to him about his calls and again he tried to downplay his actions citing he was just concerned and wanted to make sure I was okay. He would call my parents house on the weekends when he couldn’t catch me on campus and it was then that I started to get really frustrated. Back then, I wasn’t as strong as I am now, so I was a little passive in my telling him to back off and if he didn’t start acting like “just friends” then I couldn’t speak to him at all and would report him to our commanding officer. He got the message…for a while anyway…the pattern was forming.
One Friday, I got a call from him saying he was in Atlantic City and wanted to see me. I told him that I didn’t have a car or access to one and couldn’t make it to the city to see him. This nut took a cab from the city to campus and showed up at my apartment. I was stunned beyond belief. I called my roommate who was home for the weekend to let her know he was there just in case something happened to me. She’d known what was going on and had been playing referee where he was concerned. I set him up on the couch and locked myself in the bedroom for the night; though I barely slept. The following morning, my roommate called on queue and I was able to rush him out and get him on a bus back to the city so he could go home.
The months passed and it was time for me to leave. As is customary, your BT location is posted on a board so members of the unit can write you or send care packages. Naturally, Jose took advantage of this information and sent me letters and care packages weekly. He even sent roses for Valentine’s Day, which caused me to be the talk of the platoon and the recipient of much chastisement from the Drill Sergeants. I asked him to refrain from the grandiose gestures and he replied with yet another large packaged compliments of FedEx.
When I left BT and moved on to VA for occupational school, my address was once again posted on the board. I contacted the unit and asked them not to allow him access to my information, but it was too late. Jose started writing letters, sending packages, which escalated into gifts of jewelry and money. I told him I was seeing someone, which was true and hoped he’d back down for good. He did for a while and I was happy. Then he’d done some research and obtained the number to where I was and called the company pretending to be from my home unit. At this point I was completely infuriated. I cussed him out and told my 1st Sergeant what was going on. He contacted my home unit and told them and stressed that charges would be filed on my behalf if they didn’t intercede and prevent him from contacting me. I think Jose finally got the message and I was finally at peace. Or at least I thought I was.
Once back home, I’d forgotten he had my parents number and he called clear out of the blue. My mother not knowing the story handed me the phone. I almost died on the spot. He started berating me for getting him in trouble and that all he wanted to do was love me yada, yada. I slammed the phone down and told my mother the story and asked her to screen any calls I got on her line, which was only two seeing as I had my own line now that I was home again. Jose continued to call and after getting a royal Jamaican cussing from my mother, he stopped. I informed my unit of what was going on and they discharged him. It was then that I finally got some peace. That’s not to say I wasn’t afraid that he’d show up after a drill (training) weekend or show up on campus, but at least I knew there was documented proof of his antics and enough people to speak on my behalf if the matter went to court.
Ladies and gents, have you ever been a victim of “if I can’t have you, no one else can” or have you done that to someone? I find this behavior reprehensible and down right frightening. Though I’m a much stronger women emotionally now than then, I wouldn’t want to endure that behavior again. I don’t have the time or energy to expend on someone that twisted nor to I have the energy to stalk someone. Well, I did once, and that’s cause he was my then husband and it was worth the deed. *lol* Seriously though, this form of attraction is not a compliment nor is it healthy.
Love!
Having been the recipient of a (near) Fatal Attraction, I often wonder what goes through someone’s head when they develop such intense feelings that would cause them to act in such a twisted way. Though I never slept with Jose; in fact I don’t recall even kissing him other than a peck on the cheek, I’ve never known what caused him to have such intense feelings for me. He and I were in the same military unit and became friends. He helped me learn the things I’d need for Basic Training (BT) and kind of became my bodyguard; keeping the grimey older men from making passes at me and other inappropriate comments.
We only saw each other monthly when I was at the unit, but we spoke on the phone from time to time. I didn’t think much of his asking about my personal life like school, friends, social life etc, as it seemed like the natural progression of conversation. I did; however, notice his reaction to my conversing with other guys at the unit. He seemed to get angry or agitated and especially if he sensed there was a level of closeness between them and me. There was one guy I was pretty cool with as he and I were leaving at the same time and would be attending the same military occupational school. Jose stepped to the guy as if he was my boyfriend. Tavares told me about the incident and I called Jose on his actions. He tied to down play it and I told him that whatever he thought he was doing, he wasn’t my boyfriend and had no right to talk to anyone that way. He backed off…for a while anyway.
When I wasn’t home for military training, I was at school and Jose took it upon himself to send roses almost weekly. Though flattering; it was inappropriate and uncalled for. He would call at all hours of the day and night and question my roommates as to my whereabouts. He became incensed if they wouldn’t give him specific details. I spoke to him about his calls and again he tried to downplay his actions citing he was just concerned and wanted to make sure I was okay. He would call my parents house on the weekends when he couldn’t catch me on campus and it was then that I started to get really frustrated. Back then, I wasn’t as strong as I am now, so I was a little passive in my telling him to back off and if he didn’t start acting like “just friends” then I couldn’t speak to him at all and would report him to our commanding officer. He got the message…for a while anyway…the pattern was forming.
One Friday, I got a call from him saying he was in Atlantic City and wanted to see me. I told him that I didn’t have a car or access to one and couldn’t make it to the city to see him. This nut took a cab from the city to campus and showed up at my apartment. I was stunned beyond belief. I called my roommate who was home for the weekend to let her know he was there just in case something happened to me. She’d known what was going on and had been playing referee where he was concerned. I set him up on the couch and locked myself in the bedroom for the night; though I barely slept. The following morning, my roommate called on queue and I was able to rush him out and get him on a bus back to the city so he could go home.
The months passed and it was time for me to leave. As is customary, your BT location is posted on a board so members of the unit can write you or send care packages. Naturally, Jose took advantage of this information and sent me letters and care packages weekly. He even sent roses for Valentine’s Day, which caused me to be the talk of the platoon and the recipient of much chastisement from the Drill Sergeants. I asked him to refrain from the grandiose gestures and he replied with yet another large packaged compliments of FedEx.
When I left BT and moved on to VA for occupational school, my address was once again posted on the board. I contacted the unit and asked them not to allow him access to my information, but it was too late. Jose started writing letters, sending packages, which escalated into gifts of jewelry and money. I told him I was seeing someone, which was true and hoped he’d back down for good. He did for a while and I was happy. Then he’d done some research and obtained the number to where I was and called the company pretending to be from my home unit. At this point I was completely infuriated. I cussed him out and told my 1st Sergeant what was going on. He contacted my home unit and told them and stressed that charges would be filed on my behalf if they didn’t intercede and prevent him from contacting me. I think Jose finally got the message and I was finally at peace. Or at least I thought I was.
Once back home, I’d forgotten he had my parents number and he called clear out of the blue. My mother not knowing the story handed me the phone. I almost died on the spot. He started berating me for getting him in trouble and that all he wanted to do was love me yada, yada. I slammed the phone down and told my mother the story and asked her to screen any calls I got on her line, which was only two seeing as I had my own line now that I was home again. Jose continued to call and after getting a royal Jamaican cussing from my mother, he stopped. I informed my unit of what was going on and they discharged him. It was then that I finally got some peace. That’s not to say I wasn’t afraid that he’d show up after a drill (training) weekend or show up on campus, but at least I knew there was documented proof of his antics and enough people to speak on my behalf if the matter went to court.
Ladies and gents, have you ever been a victim of “if I can’t have you, no one else can” or have you done that to someone? I find this behavior reprehensible and down right frightening. Though I’m a much stronger women emotionally now than then, I wouldn’t want to endure that behavior again. I don’t have the time or energy to expend on someone that twisted nor to I have the energy to stalk someone. Well, I did once, and that’s cause he was my then husband and it was worth the deed. *lol* Seriously though, this form of attraction is not a compliment nor is it healthy.
Love!
19 December 2007
as promised...
This is the link to the guest blogger post lil lady did last February. She's grown in leaps and bounds since then; some good; some not so good, but either she's never lost her sense of humor.
Check it out for a good laugh...lil lady speaks
Check it out for a good laugh...lil lady speaks
05 February 2007
Guest blogger...
I made the mistake of opening my blog page with my kid sitting on my lap and she promptly and most efficiently demanded and took over the keyboard. The following is a result of her madness...
so im sittin here wit ma daughter and she is buggin and so am i. she is 14 and is outside her mind. i mean really she has lost it! idk what to do wit her but she is funny. she be wyliin' and always finds ways to make me laugh. im crackin up ash she is writin dis mess. i dont like her most of da time but i love her all da time. i want to fix her effed up typin but she wont let me. im bout to pee ma self from laughin and due to the fact ma 90 lbs. teenager is sittin on ma lap and bein a myspace feen! (( lol syke nah she not)) but anywaysz im in tears from laughin and she is takin this very seriously. she misses her pookie and wont let me use da computer cuz she wants to talk to her boo online but as soon as dat is ova she will be on da phone talkin to him. she wines and complains bout how she "loves him" && "missesz him" but oh well i love it! i jus love bein wit dem crazy a$$ kidsz (( they brightenin up ma stressful life)) i sometimes feel like ringin' ma daughters neck and throwin her across da room but i hold it back! yay me!! i have self control thanksz to anger management (( i even have da certificate)). I sometimes relapse but itsz only a minor one which involves throwin hard painful objects at people. BUT! i say sry and itsz all good...TILL NEXT TIME!!....OK YEA SO IM OUT NIGGASZ. ill get at ya lamesz lata!
love,
blujewel's daughter<3333
P.S...The contents of this post was NOT approved by the blog owner who was threatened with bodily harm if it were deleted.
so im sittin here wit ma daughter and she is buggin and so am i. she is 14 and is outside her mind. i mean really she has lost it! idk what to do wit her but she is funny. she be wyliin' and always finds ways to make me laugh. im crackin up ash she is writin dis mess. i dont like her most of da time but i love her all da time. i want to fix her effed up typin but she wont let me. im bout to pee ma self from laughin and due to the fact ma 90 lbs. teenager is sittin on ma lap and bein a myspace feen! (( lol syke nah she not)) but anywaysz im in tears from laughin and she is takin this very seriously. she misses her pookie and wont let me use da computer cuz she wants to talk to her boo online but as soon as dat is ova she will be on da phone talkin to him. she wines and complains bout how she "loves him" && "missesz him" but oh well i love it! i jus love bein wit dem crazy a$$ kidsz (( they brightenin up ma stressful life)) i sometimes feel like ringin' ma daughters neck and throwin her across da room but i hold it back! yay me!! i have self control thanksz to anger management (( i even have da certificate)). I sometimes relapse but itsz only a minor one which involves throwin hard painful objects at people. BUT! i say sry and itsz all good...TILL NEXT TIME!!....OK YEA SO IM OUT NIGGASZ. ill get at ya lamesz lata!
love,
blujewel's daughter<3333
P.S...The contents of this post was NOT approved by the blog owner who was threatened with bodily harm if it were deleted.
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