Berzerker
Well today was interesting. I woke up at Sarahs place to Conner freaking on me and telling me i'm 'fat, stupid, and not the boss of him'. Didnt set a good tone for the day. If he wasnt 6 years old, I may have hurt him.
I was waiting for Lou to pick me up to go to Woodstock to do some treework and move some logs with the boom truck. I decided to clean out Sarahs fridge, which smelled rancid. It took me an hour and a half to get all of the sticky shit, burger blood, and layers of mold off of everything and the inside walls. It was far worse than I thought it would be. I ended up having to throw out nearly 3 bags of food that was molded, rotting, or unwrapped and laying on the mold. She was coming in when I was stepping out with Lou but we only got to the end of the driveway before she called freaking out about how I threw all this stuff away. We had to turn around where she whipped the garbage bags out all over the driveway, screaming, cursing, and breaking shit. I tried to explain that maybe the kids are so sick because theres mold and blood all over the fridge contaminating everything, and many things were expired even as early as 2005. Didnt work.
Went to work with Lou and he decided I'd have to stay at his place from now on because of how Sarah went absolutely batshit crazy on me for cleaning for her, so we decided to stay out as late as we could.
When we got back to the house, she was fine and apologized for freaking out, and even got me some of my favourite food. Conner, however, had not forgotten and went on and on to me about all of the things Sarah told him about me and how I had to 'move out'. Lou took off so he wouldnt be cussed at, so I'm a little uncomfortable at the moment. Kind of dont want to be here. I'm waiting for something else to happen, but perhaps I just want to go to bed...which is the living room...wishing i was drunk
I was waiting for Lou to pick me up to go to Woodstock to do some treework and move some logs with the boom truck. I decided to clean out Sarahs fridge, which smelled rancid. It took me an hour and a half to get all of the sticky shit, burger blood, and layers of mold off of everything and the inside walls. It was far worse than I thought it would be. I ended up having to throw out nearly 3 bags of food that was molded, rotting, or unwrapped and laying on the mold. She was coming in when I was stepping out with Lou but we only got to the end of the driveway before she called freaking out about how I threw all this stuff away. We had to turn around where she whipped the garbage bags out all over the driveway, screaming, cursing, and breaking shit. I tried to explain that maybe the kids are so sick because theres mold and blood all over the fridge contaminating everything, and many things were expired even as early as 2005. Didnt work.
Went to work with Lou and he decided I'd have to stay at his place from now on because of how Sarah went absolutely batshit crazy on me for cleaning for her, so we decided to stay out as late as we could.
When we got back to the house, she was fine and apologized for freaking out, and even got me some of my favourite food. Conner, however, had not forgotten and went on and on to me about all of the things Sarah told him about me and how I had to 'move out'. Lou took off so he wouldnt be cussed at, so I'm a little uncomfortable at the moment. Kind of dont want to be here. I'm waiting for something else to happen, but perhaps I just want to go to bed...which is the living room...wishing i was drunk