Why I Hate People #2

I really thought I’d use the Why I Hate People tag more, but I don’t generally hold grudges long and when someone pisses me off, I’m usually away from home and by the time I’ve gotten home and in front of the laptop, I’m over it.

Then, last weekend, during the start of our big snow storm, it was almost 1:30 in the morning and we could hear screaming outside, as in having fun screaming.  There were a couple of idiots out playing in the snow.  Our apartment sits in a circle and the building backs all face a drainage ditch so it turns into a small sledding area in the winter.  Which is fine, just not at 1:30 in the morning.

So I went out on our porch and said “Hey, if you want to be fucking morons, that’s fine, but keep your fucking mouths shut while you’re doing it”.  The lady standing by our door turns around and starts saying “I’m sorry” and she looks older than I am.  It wasn’t even kids out there, it was idiot adults.  They went away after I yelled at them but what the hell?  Most people don’t consider anybody else anymore, as long as they are doing what they want to do, everything is just dandy.  I hate people.

Nice guys finish last

I hate being the nice guy.  Yeah, I know, I’ve referred myself as an asshole on occasion, but I’m a nice guy.  I respect those around me as long as they’re not doing anything to me.  When I’m turning onto another street, I avoid crossing the turn lane if nobody is there so the light doesn’t change, I don’t cut lines, I let people out when I know it’s hard to get out on that road, I’ve offered to help people with their groceries.  I’ve taken grocery carts from handicap people outside stores so they don’t have to push them all the way back in. Just yesterday, one of the assholes I’m going to mention below dropped something on the sidewalk outside her apartment, her hands were full so I picked it up and handed it to her.  I hold doors for people, I’ve watched people drop cash and told them so they didn’t lose it.  My kids are not allowed to run down the halls or play music loudly at all because we are in the upstairs apartment.  I’m always on time, usually early, because it’s disrespectful to make someone wait on you.  I’m a nice guy.

Unlike these true life assholes who never respect anybody and think they are above everyone else.

          

I included a compass to make it easier to explain these assholes.  You see the orange blocking half of the road and then a little further down the whole road?  Those are blocking the road for construction, it is completely blocked off, you can’t get through but the problem actually lies on the north/south road.  You see the train tracks that run across it (black), there are constantly trains crossing it.  They run into a huge rail yard just north of the picture so when they cross, they usually cross very slowly.  There is a stop light at the corner and it lets one side go at a time.  The cars coming from the north get pretty backed up at certain times of the day.  If you want to go straight, it may take you a couple light changes to get through the intersection and your chances of hitting a train rise with each minute you sit there.  So while all the good people sit in line and wait their turn, the assholes will get in the right lane, turn right (heading west) then do a u-turn so they can turn right again back onto the road they were just on.  They do it when there is a train blocking the tracks as well, they basically jump the line.

I’m the nice guy who sits in the line waiting to go through the light, I take my turn like most everyone else.  Or I’ll go left to the underpass but it’s a few miles down the road.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about doing the u-turn thing, and I wouldn’t think twice about doing it.  It’s not the law that scares me, it’s the fact that it isn’t fair to everybody else if I get to cut the line.

This happens all over the place.  People getting in turn lanes and going straight beating out traffic.  People who stay in lanes that are ending all the way to the last second until they have to force their way over.  People are assholes, put them behind 2 tons of steel and they think they become invincible assholes.

Here at our apartment, I deal with assholes on a daily basis.  I have the luxury of calling them my neighbors.  Whether it be my neighbor in the next building and his stereo, the lady below us with her 50 kids who slam the door every time they go in and out, to the special breed of asshole who lives right next to us.  We deal with their stereo on a weekly basis but what’s worse is what you see above.  Those first 4 parking spots are marked handicapped.  The blue Tahoe and the black Monte Carlo belong to them, and they are far from handicapped.  Unless not knowing how to wear your pants at your waist is considered being handicapped now.  The apartment below them is a group home of sorts with 3 handicapped individuals who have a rotation of nurses that come in and stay with them.  They deserve the handicap spots (the other 2 cars are theirs), not the asshole neighbors.  The really pathetic part is that we have a handicap placard for Cheri and even she refuses to park in the spaces because the nurses need them.

Apparently they think if they destroy the handicap sign, then it’s ok.  I couldn’t tell you how many times they’ve replaced it.  I’m so sick of living here, I need a house out in the middle of nowhere with no one around.  I’m really starting to hate people.

I want to say I believe that you get what you deserve.  But I’ve seen a lot of good people get hurt who didn’t deserve it.  I’ve also seen more assholes continually getting away with being assholes with no retribution.  It gets old.  I’m a nice guy and I’m trying to raise my kids to be the same, but I wonder if I’m doing the right thing.  The way this world is, the assholes continue to take from the nice people.  Maybe I should raise my kids to be assholes so they can survive this world.

Taco Bell hell

So I hit the drive-thru at Taco Bell after work and brought home supper.  Everything’s ok when I get there, I enter the exit (like always) when I get there and pull up to order.  My window is frozen, damn.  So I have to open my door to order.  I place my order and everything on the screen is correct.  Here was my order.

• 2 Chicken Burritos and a side of Nacho Cheese.  (Cheri’s order)
• Combo #6 – 2 Chicken Supreme Chalupa’s, a taco and a large Mountain Dew.
• Cheesy Fiesta potatoes and a Chicken Quesadilla

The order was taken correctly, should be easy enough.  I pull up, pay and get my pop, wait a minute and get handed a bag but she says we are still waiting on the 2 chalupa’s.  Ok cool, not a problem.  After a few more minutes, she hands me another bag and I’m out.  I get home and pull out Cheri’s order then grab the rest for myself.  Let’s see what we received.

• 2 Chicken Burritos and a side of Nacho Cheese.
• A nacho cheese burrito of some kind.  Mainly cheese and beans.
• A something else burrito, flat and hardly anything in it.
• I got the taco and Mountain Dew.
• I got the chicken quesadilla
• I got the spork to eat the Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes, would have been nice if I had actually gotten the Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes.

So Cheri’s order, perfect.  My order, all kinds of messed up.  Let’s recap.

Green = Correct

Red = No wonder you work fast food.

I love Taco Bell but this is a tad ridiculous.  Especially when I specifically waited for the Chalupa’s, then never got them.

WTF Did They Just Say?

Welcome to a Special Edition of WTF did they just say? Why a special edition,  because this comes courtesy of my ex-wife’s husband, (the JackAss) and he’s a moron.

First off, I had to tell him to stop texting me because he just lies with everything he says.  He used to make fun of theEx to me, saying all kinds of things, including how he hoped she would leave him, ect.  I finally had a sit down with theEx  and told her about these texts and even showed them to her.  Then he got really pissed at me, cussed me out, blah, blah, blah.  I never respond to anything he texts me.  If you know me, you can call me whatever you want, I really don’t care what anyone thinks of me.

Anyways, this is theEx and Cheri.

The white text on the left is my ex, the green is my wife.  I had forgotten to send one of Trevor’s pills to her house for the one day she was watching him.  Just spaced it, my fault.

And the last green box from Cheri when she put “accuse”, they have accused her of all kinds of things.  All of them being wrong.  They once cussed me out because they said she threw out a coat they had bought Trevor.  I forwarded a picture of it hanging in Trevor’s closet.  Didn’t get a sorry or nothing.  Just a “Oh, Trevor said you threw it away”.  How about asking instead of accusing, dumb ass.

Sorry, I got sidetracked, but the sidebar was necessary to expand on why she put accuse in quotes.  In my opinion, it was justified.  I have no idea why theEx even text Cheri instead of me.  She said because she knew I was at work, but she also knows I text all day long at work, so who the hell knows.  I’d be rich if I could explain why they do the stupid shit that they do.

Now here is where her idiot husband comes in.  You’ll notice the spelling and text in general difference when he texts, that’s how we can tell when he’s doing it from her phone.

Now, after the first bubble up there, Cheri calls Tina, she doesn’t answer. A big shocker there because she has no backbone. Cheri left a voicemail explaining the same thing she put in the text above about why I forgot to send the pill, and told her that she does feed and clothe the children and if she isn’t women enough to answer her phone, then stop texting her.

Then she gets the next bubble on the left.  Meanwhile, Cheri keeps calling because they won’t answer the phone and she keeps receiving texts.  Finally, Wayne answers.  Cheri says “Do you feel better now?”  Their response, Wayne-“I feel better, Tina, do you feel better?”  Tina mumbled something and then Wayne said “Yeah, we feel better.”  Cheri said your making a big deal because we forgot to send 1 pill when you went for months, purposely not giving them to him?  Why not just say, hey guys, I ran out of pills, can you remember to send some next time?”  Wayne did some bitching, then said “The kids don’t even like you” he puts it on speaker phone and then ask “Hey kids, do you even like Cheri?” and then they responded “NO!!!”  Then Cheri said “Well that’s some good parenting right there, involving the kids.  You have a pleasant day” and hung up.

Now did you read all that?  you have ms.more stupid.  WTF?  Did she marry a 5 year old?

During all this, I was at work and Cheri didn’t tell me until after I got off because she knew that I’d be pissed, and she was right.  My hands were shaking I was so pissed.  I tried calling Tina when I got home and of course she didn’t answer.  I don’t have screen capture on my phone so I’ll have to type out the text I got.

“What do u need.” – Wayne

“For you to answer your phone.” – me

“Why.to complain like your wife.” – Wayne (copied like it is, I’m not that stupid.)

“Give the phone to Tina and tell her to call me.” – me

“Che doesnty wanty to talk to you or your wife.and if u have a problem with me take I up with me.not her.u no need” – Wayne

“Typical Tina, no spine.” – me

“You no.you day is comeimg very soon if i was u i would shut the fuck up because i will come to you and shut u up myuself im tired of your bad additude twords my wife.hope u can defend ur self.i tried being nice for the kids sake but I dont give a fuck bring it on jeff” – Wayne

After that I didn’t respond.  Do you realize how hard it was to type that out and keep uncorrecting the spell check and lower casing the I’s.  #1 – Other than saying she had no spine, I have never made fun of her.  He, on the other hand, has said all kinds of things about her.  I have the text’s on my phone to prove it.  #2 -

This is him, or her, or whatever.  Everybody I know that has met him, or her, has asked me if he was a guy.  He looks like a very butch woman.  So yeah, not afraid of that.  He’s the typical bully that will text anything he wants but has no balls (probably really, no balls) to say anything to me in person.

So when I pick up the kids from Tina that night.  I have the kids get in my car and ream her out.  (Sidenote – when I say ream, I mean lecture. I don’t ever yell.  Ask anyone.)  Asking her if she wants to lose the kids because that’s what’s going to happen if she can’t control her husband.  I told her (and not for the first time) that the only time we have issues is when her husband gets involved.  Tina and I get along fine until he opens his yap, or should I say, types with his fingers.  I have issues with Tina, yes, but nothing big until he’s in the mix.  I also reamed her out for not taking Samantha to her softball practice on Sunday afternoon.  I told her I do everything I can to get you more time with the kids, every weekend and most days off school, and this is what I have to deal with. I left it with this, and I’ll direct quote it for you.

“And tell your husband, he knows where I live, come on over anytime when the kids aren’t home.  You better get a leash on your bitch before I put him down”

On the way home, I reamed out my kids for saying what they did, but I didn’t punish them further because they never should have been involved in the first place.  But that doesn’t change the fact that I was extremely disappointed with both of them.

Then later that night, I send a text to Tina telling her Samantha has a game Tuesday night so I need her bat bag before then.  No response.  So Monday morning, I send the text again.  No response.  So I started to send the same exact text every hour.  All in all, I sent 7 text’s before I got a response.  Here’s how that went.

“Ity at ur moms” – Wayne

“What?” – me

“We tyook tyo yourt mommys house big boy.its on the porch.” – Wayne

So deciphered, they dropped it off at my mom’s on her porch.  But once again, you see who’s answering her phone.  So I no longer can communicate with the mother of my children because he controls everything she does now.

He’s such an idiot.  Do you see what I have to deal with.  I have never tried to take the kids from their mother, but at this point, I just want her to go away.  And I have no problem kicking his ass, but I was raised to not start fights.  But I guarantee if he swings at me, I’m tearing him apart.  And if you know me, I am not violent in any way.

Therapy, Dumbassary & Twitter

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.  I’m behind on my blog reading again.  I did really well last weekend and got caught up.  I even went to work on Monday, read what you all posted on Sunday and Monday morning, and spent the rest of the day reading, yes, actually reading a book (e-book, same thing).  Which was my goal, get caught up so I could read books on my Kindle Fire again.  It worked for a day, I suck.  It’s just been to freaking busy around here.
As I mentioned previously, they talked me into coaching Trevor’s team.  So on top of assistant coaching Samantha’s team, girl scouts and boy scouts.  My week and weekends are suddenly filled up.  I miss my fun online time.  I feel like when I get online now, I have too much stuff to do and can’t just screw around.  After working, then taking care of kids activities, I’m not in the mood to blog by the time I get home.  Which would be the lack of blog posts as of late.  I’m not quitting or going away.  I’m just giving you a heads up if I go a few days without posting.

On the other side, my wife has been blogging a little bit more.  I think it would be good for her, theraputic of sorts.  She has had the blog “Sometimes I Remember, Sometimes I Don’t” which she usually talks about dealing with her Multiple Sclerosis and other medical issues.  But I’ve been telling her to start a blog to bitch about people.  She already does it all the time, why not put it in a blog.  And let’s face it, there’s a few bloggers who are famous in our blogging circles for doing just that.  That one is named “Dumbassary”.  Since I know you all miss me, feel free to go check hers out.  Show her a little love so she sticks with the blogging.  We all know we check our stats and get excited when you get a few hits.  Show her some love to make up for the day she had today.

We went to our disability meeting.  Basically, we sat there and discussed all the things wrong with my wife and all the things she can’t do anymore.  I felt bad for her, she said it didn’t bother her.  But I still felt like we were picking on her.  And I had to just sit there and couldn’t stand up for her.  But if it helped then I guess it doesn’t matter.  Now we wait up to 30 days to hear whether she was approved, or turned down for the 3rd time.  This is our first time with a lawyer and he complimented her on how organized she was so that’s a plus.  We think it went well.  If she gets turned down I’ll be sure to let you know, pretty sure I’ll be posting how pissed I am at the people who take advantage of the system so that those who truly need it, can’t get it.  But hopefully you’ll never have to read it.

I’ve been debating on getting on Twitter (or maybe a fan page on Facebook) more to communicate with my peeps, but to be honest, I only have 1 person who comments regularly (A soon to be fellow sucker, I mean Hoosier).  so I don’t even know how many people out there read on a regular basis.  Right now, I use twitter to advertise my blog posts and that’s pretty much it.  I’ll send a personal tweet once in a great while, if I’m in the mood to, but it’s rare.  Let me know in the comments, or send me a tweet if you’d be interested in that form of communication
Have to go back to work tomorrow, blah!  I’ll talk at you when I talk at you again.

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