Stranger Than Fiction

Where to began? I don’t know honestly but it seems like so many things have been occurring I can’t keep track of my own life anymore.  I seem to be trapped in a constant state of excitement and distance that keeps me from saying that I have a normal life. I have had a lot of fun this month; I’ve been being a little more social and focused on the things I enjoy in life,  but then they’re the things that mark my days with shadows leaving me feeling that I am not living a life but trapped in a very long black comedy starring myself.

I’ve had work drama…a few weeks ago I had an interesting encounter with some Georgia white trash that involved the police. That was fun. Apparently two skanks from the backwoods of Northern Georgia decided to take a trip to Asheville and drop by my hotel, drunk, trying to get a room.  It must have been very liberating for them to be the first people to ever leave the trailer park and the excitement seemed to get the best of them. Long story short they fell out of the trailer right into my lap like a steaming hot pile of animal entrails freshly scraped off of hot pavement.  I ended up having to call the cops and refusing to rent to them. They threatened assault charges on me but nothing became of it yelled obscenities at me calling me faggot and the usual insults that the poorly educated tend to resort to.  It was a nasty situation but its a far cry from being the worst experience I have ever had to deal with on the job.

I have had medical drama too…my pupils have not dilated in over seven weeks. Now I’ve been told that is not a good sign. It could mean tumors, or brain trauma…a lot of stuff. So I have it checked out, get sent to the ER at one hospital that did a CAT scan, then transported me by ambulance to another hospital where I received way too much blood work and another CAT scan.  The whole experience took up about 8 hours of my life and all they could tell me was my scans came back normal and so did my blood work and they attributed it to ocular migraines and stress. They took me out of work for 6 days and that was that. None of my family or friends were satisfied with that diagnosis and neither was I so a few days ago I set up an appointment with my mother’s doctor in hopes of a good referral to a proper neurologist or optometrist. Our plan worked and I ended up seeing a great doctor that diagnosed me with Adie’s Pupil; a rare occurrence but nothing to be too alarmed about.  I was very releived as you can imagine, for weeks I had been thinking that I may have cancer or brain trauma and the whole time it was nothing really. I have insurance through work, but it doesn’t cover a lot, but despite the bills and missing work, I am releived that it turned out to be nothing.

The summer has been filled with all kinds of surprises.  At work the summer heat seems to be affecting not only the customers but my co-workers. I will discretely tell you that no soap opera compares to the lame crap I walk in on everyday.  Some people have really shown their true colors and I have found myself betrayed by someone whom I thought was a decent person but unfortunately that is not the case.  I wasn’t this person’s only victim in this cycle of drama; it seems this individual really out to make everyone look bad all in the hopes of advancing themselves. I took no repercussion because eventually this person will hang themselves and there is no need to relish in the vengeful things I could do as a pay back. This person certainly isn’t someone I want to waste any energy on and with enough rope they will hang themselves. So I chose to sit back and watch things unfold and what a pleasure it has been thus far. …I shouldn’t gloat.

The summer has also blow in the “break-in neighbor”. Yes, he’s back…it seems the lady next door let her “battered Wife Syndrome” and allowed him to move back in. He came  over and destroyed our tomato crop and probably lurking in the woods at night spying on us. I don’t know…he’s had the habit of hanging out in his yard getting drunk in front of a fire with his step-son.  One night while driving to a friend’s house he was out in his yard standing there just watching me drive by as he tossed a beer can in the fire and taking a wooden rod and stabbing it in the ground. The hate filled expression on his face was accenuated by the fire he stood by and I felt the arrogance comming off of him as I drove on. A few weeks later Wayne and I noticed the gun cabinet had been messed with and all the guns had been turned around backwards. We assumed at the time that “George” had made his way back into our house somehow…but we found out later that wasn’t the case.

You see, after a night out with our friend Michael he casually mentioned to me that he was surprised that the last time he and Wayne had gone out that the neighbors hadn’t called the cops on them. I hadn’t seen “George” in about a week and had been intrigued as to why that was. So when Michael mentioned this; I was all ears. Apparently one night while I was out with my best friend on her birthday Wayne had gotten extremely drunk and blacked out. Now understand that when I say that way blacked out I don’t mean he passed out but that he simply had a period of time that he had lost track of. He does this a lot when he drinks especially when he’s drinking the hard stuff. Apparently “George” was in his yard when they drove back home that night and Wayne went on a rampage. He definitely showed “George” who was boss; Michael explained that Wayne began a verbal fight with “George” and told him that if he ever came on our property again that he was going to blow his brains out…I am sure that is the cliff notes version of what Wayne said to “George” but the next part is what makes it rich. Michael said that Wayne proceeded to go into the house afterward, got into the gun cabinet and went back out into the yard and started shooting into the sky. Well, that night must have set “George” into quite a scared state because I haven’t seen nor heard him in weeks now.

Wayne’s drinking has led to other adventures as well. One night while out with his brother in law his Jeep was broken into. His laptop, his tablet PC and a few other items were stolen. Luckily the insurance company has it covered and as a result we are getting new computers out of it. I hate that our things got stolen but no use crying over spilt milk when I am getting a new PC out of it.

Ah, there is so much more to tell but I am tired and I am sure you are tired from reading. But I have to admit, there is never a dull moment these days. I am just grateful that things all seem to be working out. The neighbor situation seems to be under control, work is under control for the moment, my friends and family are supportive as ever and everything seems to be working out to be ok, but let me tell you; I’ve gotten good at rolling with the punches…its all good

~ by stevanilla on August 16, 2009.