Weirdos

So, I am alone in the house. I get this sick perverted call around noon.
A restricted number called my phone. "Do you know who this is?" I'm thinking it is someone I know, he sounded like the person in the last place I lived. It slipped, I said his name. Of course, he said it was him. (Do not give an answer, ask who it is and if they don't say: hang up the phone.) This individual proceeded to try to have phone sex with me. Then he asked for my mailing address. I told him no and that I just got out of a relationship and I didn't want to be giving my information away.
How this guy got my number...probably on Craigslist. Of all the inconsiderate pieces of shit. You have to be thinking these days when posting an ad. Not only do I have these dip shits that say they are a humanitarian or a bio chemist, now I can't even put my number on an ad. Thanks, asshole. People like this deserve to have a virus sent to their computer that will burn their house down.
So, new game plan. Fake e-mail address just for the responses. I am going under a different name. I also changed my number. I did not have to pay or extend the agreement. The only thing I had to do was program my phone and give friends and relatives the new number. I don't know if I got everyone, the multiple message thing is screwed up. If you need my new number, you know who to ring and I can answer with an e-mail.
The one thing that I would like to do is to set up a phony bank account. Something for the police to watch. You see, what these people are doing is sending a fake check that will bounce and cost the victim money. Lot's of money. How they do it.
Step 1. Respond to an ad and act really friendly.
Step 2. You respond back in a friendly fashion.
step 3. They send an e-mail back. The e-mail gives their life story of how they are in another country and how they would like to send money in advance. The grammar and spelling is horrific.
Step 4. (Which I do not get to.) Some sorry sucker falls for this and have them send a check to them.
Step 5. The check bounces and the perpetrator turns out to be a phony.
So, a fake bank account would be perfect. Banks should actually look into something like this. This way, they can protect their clients and help crack down on scams.
In other news, I cannot stop watching The Gradual Report. I am freaking addicted. he has about 400 sum odd videos. Hours and hours of blissful sexy Danny. Drooool. I hate when I get addicted to someone. It is so distracting. I am partially done with my class project. Pity I have to work overtime tomorrow. Not thrilled about it.
I didn't get any birthday cake. Paul made me a cake the next day. No, he's not moving back in. He needs to get his shit together before that happens. I am skeptical if that will ever happen. So far, he went a bought a new door knob for the kitchen door. Next, the hole in the wall.
I'm not going to have much time for the next couple of months starting after next week. My classes are doubling up again. I think I can pull it off though. I am taking Cultural Diversity and Environmental Science. I am already thinking that my final project for the environment is how nuclear testing has effected the environment. Cultural diversity...I already did a paper on African Americans and Native Americans. Maybe, I will go with Middle Eastern culture. It works, I wrote two papers about Egypt in high school, I love belly dancers, and Middle Eastern food. Oodles of resources...

Pity Party

He is moving out right now as we speak. I am really scared because I am going to be alone here. It's a pity because it has been about two years. Paul has been staying at Sandy's house across the street. Supposedly, he has been hiding his daughter there. I don't want any part of it.
I have been telling him to leave. He has been staying over there, he can go be a sponge over there and wreck her house. He said that Bree is using again, yep and he's a hypocrite for saying so.
I'm really confused at this point. Whenever I tell him to go, he says his stomach hurts or he needs to continue working on the lawn. What about me? What about my needs? He has never paid a dime living here. He has only paid me back for things. I still have yet to see him pay me back for the car. After the conversations, he acts like everything is all hunky dory. He stated he wanted to get along with me. Fix the shit you broke. Today was the final straw.
He left to run some errands for someone else. His daughter and her friend start running through the house and going through things. I told him to pack and go. And that is what he is doing.
Word of the wise, you break it you fix it. Don't stay at the neighbors house. Pay people back or you will lose your friends...or your fingers depending on the situation.

Ballpen Park Figure

Of course, I could very well be blowing smoke up your rear. I wonder what it would be like to have stock in pens, tweezers, and nail clippers. So many people loose those items. I know I have. I think I have spent at least $20 replacing tweezers and nail clippers alone. I am just one person.
According to some source in 2009, there were 306,861,871 people in the United States. Of those going to school or don't use a pen, I don't know. See if each person lost a pen and had to replace it each year and the pen was from The Dollar Tree, that would be about $306,861,871. If everyone lost a pack of pens a year, I normally pay about $4 for a pack of about 8, it would be about $1,227,447,484. That is something that is probably split up because there are more companies than Bic.
So, it's my birthday. My "boyfriend" is across the street again. I told him last night that I cannot do this anymore. His logic: 1. Nini is a nuisance. (He said this, not me) 2. Trying to hide daughter from Bree so she will sign off child support. 3. Sandy hurt her leg and he needs to be over there. No, no, no, just stop. Just pack your shit and go, I have another person in mind to be with...and he is employed.
Right now, I am hungry and should be working on my homework so I can play. I had to fight with Qwest again. These guys are seriously messed up in the head and expect to have business. I know how everything works and how much money is expected out of every representative. I worked for them for Christ sake.
1. I disconnected the phone service and only have the Internet. I was tired of people just picking up my phone and calling long distance without asking if I had long distance.
2. I have had to reset my password numerous times. Every time I go to pay my bill, I have to mess with the system.
3. Qwest took away their ability to serve their customers. A billing specialist cannot help someone who has Internet service only. A technical support agent cannot tell you if you have a balance. The automated phone system is closed at night so I cannot call until the morning. They refer me to chat. Chat cannot help me, I have to write a letter.
4. Qwest is losing a customer because they have their head up their ass.
5. I have an agreement. But, I have a game plan. Yes, Qwest, yes I do.
Why are companies making it hard to pay your bill? Qwest isn't the only one that gives me shit. Idaho Power is always messing around with their website to. Last time I had to pay the bill, I had to call them because the payment system has become MORE picky than it already was.
Set up an auto bill pay you say? No, I don't have enough money to have it withdrawn. I only have my insurance company doing this and I don't have enough money. I over drafted by $159 this month. I cannot set up an auto bill pay. Nobody is responding to the room for rent except for "humanitarians from south Africa." I don't have the funds. I have a job and I don't have enough money to live.
Paul owes me for the car, that was the last of my Chase account. I need that money to keep my head above water. He gets food stamps. He said he applied for a job. Which I do not believe because he lies to me.
Maybe I should look into investing in pens...

Danny is funny!

The Tiniest Violin In the World

Is playing the saddest song in the world for Paul. When he could have been hired by a manager, she was giving him pills instead of employment. Now, he is trying to find a way out of his addiction. He cannot afford a doctor.
He wants my support in this. Which I am fine with considering I have been supporting him in helping him find employment. I got another computer so he can be online and look for work. I bought him clothes so he can go to an interview. I even grabbed him another application, one that he lied about filling out. More support...
The major problem I have is that he is turning this into my problem. I start telling him something, he says that I am yelling at him. No, I am not. I tell him to stop doing something. He says that I am yelling at him. No, I'm not yelling until the third time the same thing happens again. He still does it. He starts reading things and going through things that are none of his business. He bothers me at a stressful job telling me that I am cheating and he is upset with me.
Things keep getting re-arranged by him. I have no clue where anything is anymore. He even changed items around in my totes. Now, I really don't know where anything is. He does things without me such as moving my room. There is no "together" with him. I keep telling him to stop. He does not.
He told me that it is my fault that he is taking medication. Paul told me that he does not know how to cope with me. I told him he needs to stop moving things around and leave me be to do my school work. It's not my fault. Just because I have to repeat myself like a broken record does not mean someone else needs to take drugs just to cope with me. Just because someone else instigates a fight with me does not mean they have to do drugs.
Telling me it is my fault that you are doing drugs will land you in the doghouse. Telling me it is my fault does not resolve the issue. It only makes me look like a scapegoat. Telling me something is my fault is the same thing as saying my parents divorce was my fault. It is the same thing as saying that I cause people to become an alcoholic.
I am sorry for such a crappy blog. I had to get it off my chest because I am pissed. I am tempted to call the head office of Taco Bell and ask them if it is customary to hire such scum bags and permit for bad work ethic to take place. I am upset with Paul and I believe that I will be mad at him for a long time.

Well, well, well

Have I told you people about this hobo that was living here? No, no, the girl. See, I'm going to have to really put my foot down. My home is turning into a ghetto in more ways than one.
Where to begin...Paul was abandoned here by his mom. She has stolen his cars a while back and sold them. She convinced him to leave Minnesota only to abandon him at a hotel in Idaho. She stole his money. That being said, he was sympathetic to this trashy girl.
He told me that her grandmother was talking trash about her while she was looking at the rooms. Her mom was in the hospital because of some heart condition. I am skeptical because of all the fun room mate crap. I am also a skeptic because Paul feels empathy because his mom treated him the same way.
She stays over a couple of days. I automatically feel uncomfortable and hate her guts. She said that her father and stepfather are locked up because they are threatening to kill her. She was forced into marriage and her hubby was in jail. She forgot to mention that she was on medication for mental problems. Need I say more?
Paul attempted to be sneaky about making her leave. I think he said we were going to be gone and she could not be here. He left her with a friend and bailed. I have not seen her for a while.
Yesterday, I hear someone tapping on the door. I thought the kid across the street was knocking on the door. I answered and there the girl stood. Apparently, I am not comfortable. She brought this weird looking skinny guy with her. She was asking for Paul. Then she started bombarding me with questions. Hey, I'm trying to work on school. More questions. I tell her to wait a minute, I call Paul and tell him she was there. I abandoned him with her. Later, he told me that she told her that she could not do that anymore.
Tonight, I hear knocking again. I am feeling leery because the neighbors boyfriend is threatening her and Paul. (Long story). I take a look out the window and there is a girl with a stroller standing outside. WTF. I open the door, there is hobo girl and her meth lab boyfriend.
I told her, "I don't mean to be rude, I have to work on my school. Paul isn't here and I do not know where he is." Leave me the hell alone. She left. I text Paul. He stated that she will make her stop. Maybe I will make her stop with a foot in her ass.
I spoke to Paul this morning. Of course, he said he was sick and I was yelling at him. No, I was not yelling. I told him I cannot tolerate his crap anymore. There was an application that he said that he filled out. I found it on the floor yesterday, blank.
Anyone remember that I said I bought a new door knob? He removed the door knob again, placed it on the bedroom door, and took the locking door knob to the neighbor across the street. Again, long story. He did not ask me, again. I thought he was going to use one of the numerous door knobs I have. Nope, he didn't ask.
I told him I do not like the chicken wire on my fence. I do not like the cheesy fence by the door that everyone can get caught on. I especially do not like the hole above my new door. He has not fixed it because he is too busy doing things that he should not. He even became addicted to medication. If I see the lady at Taco Bell that was distributing the pills, I'm going to kick her motherfucking ass. I'm going to have a ticket for assault and battery at Taco Bell to add onto my disturbing the peace ticket from another fast food restaurant. I am not afraid of the franchise big dogs, bring it on Taco Bell. I'm packing a lunch, literally.
I told him that he cannot be looking for a job that he wants. I realize he had child support. Who cares? He has been living in my home free. I let him use the other computer to look for a job. I help find him clothes to go to an interview. What does he do? Nothing. Just things that makes him look like white trash. I asked him what he is going to do if the government does not hire him. He said he will get that job. Well, he better. Or else.

What's New, Boo?

This here is my new toy. It is the tightest and tiniest digital camera I have ever owned. Paul said that he would help pay for it. How? I do not know. I still have to figure out how to retrieve footage from the old camera since it went bad. What happened with the old one, I will never know.
For a while, I didn't think the job was going to take notice of me. I was noticing e-mails about other associates moving up. As a matter of fact, there was a fiasco where I was given a no call no show. I normally have Wednesdays and Thursdays off. I had previously asked to switch one of these days. Nothing was happening and it seemed at the last second anyway. I went to see Justin on a Tuesday, I come back after my days off, and then I discovered everything was changed two and a half hours after I left.
Yesterday, it came to my attention how good I did last month. In the beginning, my score card was a little low. I have to get a three for about 6 months. In May, I got a three. June, I got a four! Looks like I am pulling through. The boss was talking to me about taking some steps before I start a new position. I am going to be shown the basic ropes before I am doing something new. Outstanding! I am so thrilled, I can't wait to learn more! She said I would be an excellent asset to the position because I am a writer. :)
So, I am going to be working even harder to keep up the good work. Just have to remember: stay patient and keep a smile on my face. I have exciting new things taking place and that really puts me in a good mood.

SHOES!!!

Yes, I knew mom would say hooker shoes. I couldn't resist. The shoes were on sale. They went from $79 to $29. It's that time of year.
I begin to log into Victoria's Secret. I start looking and I make a wish list. I think my wish list totals $1,500. There is not very much there. There are a black pair of shoes that I wouldn't mind getting for cheap.
Paul ran off to Twin Falls. I hope he gets his job back. He doesn't like it, but you cannot get what you want for work these days.
I am looking for someone that hires people that I can ask some questions tomorrow. I hope I can reach someone at Volt on a Saturday. Hopefully, boss lady will be there tomorrow so I can ask her some questions. :)