blkdragon

grounded
2010-04-09 18:11:12 (UTC)

Dodgeball, by any other name

04/09/10--01:46:29 AM Paula called wanting records for the
estate work I did last year, she didn't tell me she'd be at
her accountants today, she'd call me later to ask again;
told her I'd email it tomorrow. I stayed at work 15 extra
minutes, last Thursday night, cleaning plates and helping
Mike set up the press; Brian approached Rich after I gave
him my time card. I wondered if Brian thought I would
suggest any time I didn't actually work, we're only talking
about 15 minutes here, we're also talking about what he may
be paying the agency I'm employed by; I didn't stress it.
One of my Godsons has been in prison for the last 12 years,
Donald, I had Angel give him my phone number; he tried
calling me this week. Each time I got the call from Donald I
was asked to depress the number 5, I'd forgotten that
Charlotte was on my speed dial through that number, at first
I thought she was trying to call me. Each time Donald
called, I'd hear his voice, accept the call depressing the 5
and Charlotte's picture would appear; ending the one call
ended them all. I called Angel to explain what happened,
asking him to email my schedule to Donald.
Got a solar powered sonic spike for Joe's rodent problem,
worked out this morning, preparing to leave for work;
packing the car when I spied Charles and Nicci with Eon. I
immediately told him that I didn't hang up on him the night
before, he said that he knew I hadn't, I noticed they were
coming from the Social Service Ofc; found that he quit the
job I told him he should never have. Apparently he went to
pick up his check to find no check there, he was under the
impression that he'd get paid whether the customers retained
the service or not, Charles' problem is he doesn't listen
well; I think he has a viable attention deficit. I told him
I'd help him with a resume, I was trying to write the number
of a temp agency on a dollar bill, that prompted Charles to
ask for a couple of dollars, I decided to give more than he
asked for; this prompted him to ask for more and I found
myself giving him a $10. Charles often elicits thoughts of
puppies, instead of children, animals never ask for anything
and they're happy with what you give them. I hugged my Son,
kissed his Wife and told them I had to go to work, they
invited me to the house Saturday, something about kids
hunting for Easter eggs; I said I'd be there.
I get to work, something is in the air, the night before we
ran a job that seemed to be all wrong; the supervisor didn't
catch the mistake. When I arrived, Rich (supervisor in
question) acted as though I was the reason everything got
screwed, it seemed I wasn't welcome at the press; Russ did
everything on his own. Russ says he has A.D.D., my
conversing with him was how the blame was shifted to “the
new guy,” I took it upon myself to clean the blade units. It
started feeling as though cleaning would be the only thing
I'd do, I wasn't about to settle for that, I wasn't making
the mess I found myself cleaning; they have allowed ink to
accumulate with reckless abandon. Cylinders on the press
haven't been cleaned periodically, I found myself cleaning a
couple of them last night, imagine a candle burning until
the wax drips down the stand; pooling at the floor and this
is how they maintain every press they have. What I've viewed
to date isn't suggesting a lengthy stay at CVB, between the
imagined pay and the general gross ignorance, I'm already
looking for elsewhere to be.
The supervisor for the graveyard shift has been stripped of
his title, Rich's neck is now on the block, Mike and I
discussed Rich last night; how he often acts like a
menstruating bitch. I told both Mike and Donnel that Rich
needs to be real careful around me, he's the type of person
that might speak to you on Monday and ignore you on
Wednesday, I don't play that shit. They also tell me that
he's incredibly disrespectful, I'm not having that shit
either, he can think he'll be able to talk to me as he
probably speaks to his Wife; I save punches for men, him
I'll slap the shit out of. Got a call from Donald last
night, from the penitentiary in Florida, dropped it; pulled
up my phone's menu and found Charlotte had a speed dial
number. Removed Charlotte from my list, she would actually
call before Donald, I'd planned to call her and let her know
why it seems she was getting calls from me; I told her what
had happened. The sound of her voice fucks me up, one of the
reasons I stay away from her, that and the fact that she's
utterly feminine, she began telling me what has been
happening in her life; unfortunately I didn't have time to
listen. I noticed she seemed to relax speaking to me, she
also sounded disappointed when I stopped her, I told her
that I was working and would talk to her soon; soon should
be the end of the month on her Birthday. I could sense her
attempting to read the sound of my voice, she wanted to know
if my love still lived, my love was never our problem; I
don't think she found what she sought. I refuse to revisit
the scenes of our misdeeds upon ourselves, I could never
deny Charlotte, until now; if she were to ask me to come for
her I'd say no and she knows this. If Charlotte were in
trouble, I would race to help, that would be a different
matter! Donald called again, we were able to talk, it felt
good to hear his voice; we didn't have enough time and I
expect his call this weekend.
Paula would call about the maintenance record for 2009,
she'd told me that she didn't want a paper trail, I kept
track for payment purposes; now I'll need to be especially
specific in my record keeping. I'll be noting action, dates,
times and whether I'd been paid. I got home last night and
found an offline message that seemed to be from Love, even
though the messenger said they weren't in my contact list,
they asked if I was in; I responded that I'd just gotten
home and asked why he was up so late? The character began
typing and erased, this went on for a few minutes, I began
believing something happened that overwhelmed him; I told
the character to call me. Again the typing began and was
erased, I asked if he was ok, type and erase; I told the
character that I was on the verge of getting in my car and
coming to the door. I found myself doing just that, I was
now worried that something dreadful must have happened for
him not to be able to type or speak, I get to his door and
knock softly; I then call his cell. I get no answer, I go to
my car for my hoodie and return to find the lights off, I'm
thinking all this shit is too odd and I'm too tired; I get
back in my car to return home. I'm now believing that
perhaps he'd decided to do Sarah, telling Colleen he was
with me, that all of this was Colleen's way of finding out
whether he was with me or not; I did not want to be in the
middle of all this bullshit. I got home and went to bed, I'd
get up this morning at 8:30, another song in my heart; I'd
get a text from Love asking me what my messages to him
meant. I told him what happened, he was as perplexed as I,
said he was going to check his phone and he was going to ask
Colleen about last night. I had called Joshua, moments after
midnight, thinking he was working; I woke him. I apologized
and wished him a Happy Birthday, told him to go back to
sleep and I'd probably talk with him later today, that won't
happen and I will probably call him sometime tomorrow; I'll
tell him about Donald and ask if he wants to be called by
him? Stacy is supposed to come for the Stratus tomorrow,
this is his last opportunity.
Brett and Dan were part of the history making dodgeball
record, passing the current by 10 hours.




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