tales from the crypt.. court... whatever ;-)

guy on phone: Um. yeah. I got a speeding ticket.
me: OK, can I answer a question about it?
guy: how much is it going to be.
me: how fast were you going?
guy: 50
me: You were doing 50?
guy: No, 50 over.
me: HUH?
guy: I was doing 105 in a 55.
me: Um. OK. Your ticket is $170 and that'll be 4 points on your license (while inwardly thinking DUMBASS)
guy: Are you kidding me, that's nuts!!
me: Um. Yeah. THAT is nuts. Can I answer any more questions?
guy: No.
=click=

Picture the scene... Friday afternoon... nice weekend coming up..

ring...
"yeah, can you tell me if I have a warrant"
ring...
"yeah, do I have a warrant out for me?"
ring......
"do I have any warrants"?

It's the usual Friday afternoon conversation. I guess they want to figure out how much trouble they can get into.

ahhhhhhhhh Thursday

Almost the end of the week. I had a guy call in today, speaking in a German accent. It was the end of the day, I was tired, and once he started talking I realized that I'd spoken with him before. He was a pain the ass. A HUGE pain in the ass. He got a $10 parking ticket, never paid it, and now it's up to $60. He is asking about the laws and ordinances of the state, can he bring an attorney to his hearing, what kind of checks are in place to make sure that if someone requests a hearing it is actually scheduled, are the employee phone calls taped, and since my answer was "no" he said that unsupervised employees were going to be the basis of his appeal. HUH? DUDE - it's a FUCKING PARKING TICKET!!! The first time he called it was $35. It probably cost him more than $35 of his life to debate the finer parts of American bureaucracy with me, make me want to pull my hair out and stab myself in the right eye with a red-hot poker. Now it's $60. If he calls me again, I fear that I will shoot myself. If I suddenly disappear, it's because I have done myself in - all because of a guy that doesn't want to pay his stupid ticket. I can only imagine what he'd have done if it was a speeding ticket and the cop got him in a speed trap!

On a good note, the siding is being delivered this week for the house. Plumbing and electrical are roughed in and ductwork is up. Woohoo!!

Life...

Sometimes in life, you find yourself torn between doing the right thing and not doing the right thing. As far as my ex is concerned, after an email from the child's mother, I was very torn. Enough so that I spoke to my boss about a "what if" scenario of me going to testify and how I would swing the days off. I asked her (the mom) to prove what she was saying was true, because if it is - he (the fuckwit) is in the wrong and not doing the right thing AT ALL.
Then I talked to my friend Kim, who smacked some sense into me. Right or wrong - it's not my problem. And the domino effect will be much greater on ME if I testify and I don't want to deal with that fallout.
So what is right for the child, is wrong for me. What's right for me at this time is to stay home and stay out of it. I feel badly, because I think that, as nuts as the mom is - she's telling the truth about this.
It was an easy decision once I talked to Kim. She really is a good voice of reason. :)

Thinking about it....

nah....

ARRGH

So today I did a yard sale with my friend Kim. And made like $120 or something like that. Yay. So I'm all proud of myself, I take a $50 bill and make it my "tuckie" (I love having a tuckie) and I'm all excited. We leave Kim's because Josh has had it, he's just exhausted. And come home. And find a message on my voice mail that says that the Angel Food ministries that I paid $30 to for a shit-ton of food is donating the food that I never picked up today. I thought the pick up was TOMORROW. And of course, I offered to get it for a girl at work, too - so now not only am I out my $30, I have to give HER $30 back to her. There goes my tuckie.

On a good note - there are windows in the house now, and a front door on it. Woohoo!

apparently I know my booze....

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Some fun stuff

My friend Barbara from "home" is coming to Chicago the weekend of the 7th. I'm going to go down there after work Friday, and hang out with them Saturday and then Sat night go to the Red Sox-White Sox game. You KNOW who I'll be representing :)
I guess this will be our little mini summer vacation. I feel bad because it's been kind of a bust for Josh this summer, but hopefully next year will be a lot better for him. This should be a lot of fun - I've never taken him to Chicago before, except for one night when our flight to Cali got delayed. We did a couple of things, but not anything close to what the city has to offer!

OK - let's see if this works - woohoo!!

Now about real life..

So I work in the traffic court section. Entering tickets. I got a job in the court system because I know they have good benefits, etc. but I didn't think I'd be basically doing data entry. But I like the people I work with, I have a job, it could be worse. But for the past couple of weeks I've been waking up in the morning thinking "what the hell am I doing"? For the past few years, I've had something going on - whether school, taking care of my ex (because he was incapable of handling his own life by himself) working on his custody case for him (again - incapable), taking care of my kid, doing SOMETHING. Now? I work. I get up each morning at 6, go to work by 8, leave at 5 and come home and figure out what to make for dinner and I'm usually in bed by 10-10:30. I wonder what my purpose is. Granted, school will start up for me again in Sept. but I just feel like I'm treading water, waiting for life to happen. Yeah, the house is exciting, but it's a house. Maybe I'm ready to start dating? LOL Maybe it's because I have always gone "home" every 3 months or so, and I'm not going to get there realistically until Christmas. I know I'm homesick. I know that I need a vacation, but I don't get one until after I'm off probation - which is in October. They give me EIGHT hours of personal time - "because we realize you have a life". HUH? Whatthefuckever.

Because you wanted it....

The latest installment in the fuckwit chronicles....

blah blah blah...

I'm sorry. But HE questioned MY mental stability?? Seriously? There was ONE adult in that relationship and it wasn't him. I'm not the pathological liar. I'm not the one that calls themselves an idiot savant. I'm not the one that can't hold a job, pouts if I'm not the center of attention, makes shit up so much that I begin to believe it OR has tendencies toward grandiose delusions....

Look that up, and look up superiority complex. You will find that these parts of the definitions describe him to a T - and he questions MY mental stability?? I'm talking TEXTBOOK......

denote an obsession with, either in the form of irrational perceived need for or preoccupation with in one's own estimation having and/or obtaining, grandiosity and extravagance and accompanying complete desirous and bombastic abandon; a common symptom if not the key diagnostic feature of megalomania.

Superiority complex in everyday usage means having very high opinion of oneself. In psychology it refers to the same attitude, however in psychology it is considered that the attitude is actually a way to hide or compensate for feeling of inferiority.

Those exhibiting the superiority complex commonly project their feelings of inferiority onto others they perceive as beneath them, possibly for the same reasons they themselves may have been ostracized, i.e. viewing most, possibly all others as "ugly" or "stupid", and beneath oneself.
Social aloofness, daydreaming and isolation could also be associated with the Superiority Complex, as a way for one to evade the fear of failure related to the feelings of inadequacy to face the real world.

ahhhhh today it begins!

The framing for the house. Yay!! I'm so geeked to see how it looks at the end of the day. I will guar-on-teeeeed post a picture. :)
Here it is!! I have WALLS!! Woohoo!!!!


The boy, yesterday, for some reason decided he was going to be a little shit all day. My friend Stevie took him along with her son to Lake Michigan (not the ocean, but the closest thing we have to it here - it's an OK substitute). Apparently he decides that he hates the lake. Hates swimming. Hates the sand. Hates taking his shirt off. HUH??? What was it all about - no water shoes. Deep down, my kid is a wimp. Refuses to step on rocks, etc. But they ended up leaving. And he and her son were the bickersons ALL DAY. Ok, thanks for the favor? Yikes. She and I hung out at her pool for a bit when I came to pick him up and she lent me a suit so I could swim. Oh, that was almost pure heaven. 92, hazy hot & humid. It was a little slice of pure wonderful. Then they started being the bickersons again. OK. Time to go. Pack it in.
Then I finally sold my dining room set. And cleared out my garage of a TON of shit. Yard sale this weekend!! woot woot!
Another friend took Josh last night because she is going to work his ass HARD today at the yard sale. YAY.... He's looking forward to making money. He's going to sell soda & water for $1 each. And on another hazy/hot/humid day - I think he'll make out OK.
More about the fuckwit - but I'm not sure I want to bother posting about it. I'll decide later. But it really cements his fuckwit-ness.
Happy Friday!

Comedy...

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I've gotten another request to travel to other state, but declined again. And now my ex's cousin has made sure that he finds out about it - which is NOT what I wanted. I didn't want any of them to find out about it, and now they are all going to know. Enough!

Here's a funny thing I caught the boy doing the other day - more comedy :) His latest obsession, the camera and the trampoline..

what to do... what to do....

OK, so my ex is a fuckwit. We all know that. Well, except him. But that's another story. I had a ton of pictures of his kid on my computer and am at that point in my recovery (could it be called anything different?) that I want to delete them - that's not my life any more. And because he is such a fuckwit, I have no desire to be nice and give them to him. So I offer them to the child's mother. She's another story also. And that starts a few emails back and forth - she thanks me for the pictures, thinking of her, etc. and then tells me that she has a few pictures of ME & my son that I might like. So I'm thinking, huh? Turns out, the ex is so much of a moron that he let his son bring his iPod home (to Mom's) with him because he wanted to finish watching a movie on it. Child asked to watch the movie again the next day and when Mom was trying to find and start the movie, she saw a file labelled "Mom's Name - Stolen" which naturally peaked her curiosity and caused her to look at the content of that file as well as other photos he had on the iPod. Turned out - he stole pictures off her computer (which I knew about) and had also been taking pictures of the outside of her house, her mail - all sorts of stuff (some of which I knew about). First off - what kind of stupid MORON steals files/pictures - and then puts them in a file called "STOLEN"????? Oh wait. That would be the fuckwit. But then - he lets the child take the iPod with the stolen pictures on it - INTO HER HOUSE. Again. Fuckwit.

But during the course of our "conversations" it came out that I knew that he had taken the pictures. And she used the pictures to in turn get a restraining order against him. Funny - he was accusing me of stalking him, and all the time? He was being stupid and going to her house when she wasn't there, and, yep. You got it - a fuckwit.

As it turns out - they're in the beginning of their custody trial. He's lying about stuff (big surprise there - NOT)... and now? I've been invited to that state. To testify. For her. I have politely declined, but have a feeling that this isn't over.

Oy vey. All I wanted to do was erase the pictures off my computer.

ahhhhhh the 4th of July....

Things I miss....


Being poor sucks. Being poor and over 1,000 miles away from your family (and the ocean, and your friends, etc. etc. etc. ) sucks even more. I was watching the 4th of July fireworks in Boston last night on TV and was just so overwhelmed with "I want to go home". I don't think I've ever really felt homesick since I moved to MI, but I got home more often, I went back for St. Patrick's Day and haven't been there since - it's usually about every 3-4 months that I've been able to go back, even if for a long weekend. I tried for Memorial Day - couldn't afford it. The 4th - same thing. I'm going to hope for Labor Day, but I'm not counting on it. Plus the fact that I get no vacation time from my job until October makes it that much harder. I have a good life here, great friends, but sometimes you just have to go home.