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I had something creepy happen to me Thursday night/early Friday morning.
I was driving my brother Adam's car back to my dad's house from my mom's house. She lives way out in the woods in Wetumpka and apparently, that's where all the psychos live. As I was going down the road, this car on a side road pulls in behind me. I didn't think anything of it except that he (I'm assuming it was a he) was riding my tail. I took a wrong turn and wound up back on Redland Road so I had to get on Hwy. 231 North and get to the Hwy. 14 West road. There are two lights right at the turn. I always get confused as to which one I'm supposed to turn on. I did that then. I started to turn at the first light then realized my mistake and swerved over to get back on the road and into the turning lane at the next light. Well, this person did that too. Before, I'd been kinda joking that I was being followed but when that happened, I knew something weird was going on.
So, I turned and got on Hwy. 14 and the car followed me the whole way. Sometimes, he'd be right up on me then later, he'd be further behind. I considered stopping at a gas station and running in so I could scare the guy into leaving me alone but all of the gas stations were either closed or deserted. So, I kept driving to my house with the guy following behind me.
When I got close to my house, I called my dad and told him to come outside. He's a really big guy so even if he couldn't kill anyone, he looks like he could. I pulled in my driveway and was still on the phone with my dad. He turned the porch light on and came to the door. The car turned around in someone's driveway on the main road (my house is right on the corner) and sat there watching me. When the porch light came on, the car sped off back towards Hwy. 14. I wound up staying at my dad's that night. First off, because I was weirded out but also because it was 2:30 a.m. and I was exhausted.
I didn't really know what to do. Of course, there weren't any cops out. Everyone's told me that it's a good thing I didn't stop anywhere because he might've gotten a hold of me somehow if that's what he was planning to do. I just think it was some psycho redneck trying to fuck with my mind because he had nothing better to do. I went right to sleep once I got inside but my dad said he never went back to sleep after that. I guess the whole thing unnerved him more than me. He was still talking about it last night and I think it scared Caleb too because he keeps talking about it and said he dreamed about it. I was pretty calm about it, didn't panic at all, but it weirded me out a little.
***
I was so exhausted yesterday and snippy because of it. I didn't want to go to work but yesterday was payday so I made myself get up and go. When Susanne came over after I got back from lunch to ask me if I was ready to do this extra work that Ann volunteered me into only informing me that she'd told Susanne I wouldn't mind after the whole fact, I was like, "Can I please get my corrections done first?" She got a little flustered and told me she'd wait and for me to be calm. I immediately felt bad so when I went to tell her I was ready, I apologized for snapping. The whole thing with Kim and Jenny (and how ironic that their names are the same as these twin girls I couldn't stand all through elementary school, Kim and Jenny Price) is driving me and the others insane. Yesterday, Jenny was in Kim's cubicle all morning while they complained about how much work they had to do. I wanted to yell, "WELL, IF YOU'D TAKE YOUR ASSES TO YOUR DESKS AND DO YOUR FUCKING WORK INSTEAD OF COMPLAINING ABOUT IT THEN MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T BE SO OVERWHELMED WITH WORK!!!!!!" When Kim told someone on the phone later that she hadn't been able to call them because she was so busy, about 4 or 5 of us chuckled outloud.
The worst thing was how Ann told Kim to tell me, Amber, and Lerin to be quiet while we were on our breaks so we wouldn't be given more work. That is bullshit. So Kim and Jenny can sit and run their fucking mouths all day long, take 3 hour lunch breaks (which Kim justified her Thursday 3-hr. lunch break by saying she was out planning her son's birthday party), and not do any fucking work and Amber, Lerin, and I have to be quiet when we've BEEN finished with our work for the day or else we'll get more work? That is just bullshit. If anything, it is discrimination against the temporaries. It's okay for the permanent employees to do whatever the hell they want but things just don't work that way for the temps. Nothing can be said to Ann about it because she condones it and Hoyt doesn't want to be bothered with anything, saying that it's up to Ann to bring problems to him.
And you can't tell anyone anything without the whole office finding out about it. I was telling Dean about what happened to me the night before and Ann showed up at my desk wanting me to go get a newspaper for her. Well, I wound up telling her. Brenda wanted to find out when I was walking out the door to get the paper and she asked me what was going on. I just walked out the door without even acknowledging her. Later on, she asked me about it as she got bits and pieces of the whole thing from Ann obviously and when I told her, she acted like I'd something to warrant being followed home. God! If I'd been raped, she would've probably told me that I was at fault for that too.
After Tuesday, working there is going to be even more unbearable because Tiffney and Lerin are going on their 30-days. Of course, both may decide not to return. Amber and I are going to have to put up with the rest of those women on our own. I really hope I get the job in Clanton or that some more permanent positions open up for me to apply for. I can't stay in that fucking office.
In other news, I'm getting sick. Caleb was sick the other day and now my nose is stopped up, my sinuses hurt, my throat hurts, and my lips are severely chapped.
BUT!!!
My dad SAYS he's taking me to Best Buy today to get me a digital camera. And also, he's talking about getting high-speed internet next month when Roadrunner Services goes up to 5-Meg speed because they're having some special introductory offer. I think if he does it, I'll offer to help him pay half. I'm sick of this dial-up crap. If my dad does get me a camera today, I'll be sure to post lots of pictures on here of things like my brand new car and other stuff.
Oh yeah, Tim got out of the mental hospital yesterday. He came by with his cousin and my mom called the sheriffs who gave Tim 15 minutes to get his stuff that he wanted out. Tim was pretty frantic but he filled his cousin's SUV to the brim with stuff. My mom said he got all of his survival gear so she's wondering if he's going to wander off and disappear. He told Mama the other day that he wanted to go out west and live in Montana or Alaska or something so Mama wonders if he's going to run off and disappear. She's definitely filing for divorce now as soon as she can, but she knows it's going to be complicated. The final real nail in the coffin was Tim telling his mother that Mama was popping his pills and his mother telling Tim that maybe Mama needed to be taken to jail and tested for drugs. All of this came up because of Tim telling Mama to take some of his oxycodone when she's had cramps or a backache or something like that. He even tried to get her to take some of his oxycontin then told his mother that he didn't know why Mama was taking his medicines. Ugh! His mother is supposed to come up here and move the rest of Tim's stuff out so I told Mama to be there and have the sheriffs there then because there's no telling what his mother is capable of. She's just as crazy, if not crazier, than Tim is. This whole thing is just crazy. It's almost unbelieveable. I knew Tim was off his rocker from the moment I met him but I never knew things would get like this. There's so much that I can't even really write about because I don't know what in the hell is really going on. My brain just can't seem to process this whole thing and it's 10 times worse on my mom.
It's just horrible.
Well, that's all for now. I've got to dry my clothes and take a shower.
I was driving my brother Adam's car back to my dad's house from my mom's house. She lives way out in the woods in Wetumpka and apparently, that's where all the psychos live. As I was going down the road, this car on a side road pulls in behind me. I didn't think anything of it except that he (I'm assuming it was a he) was riding my tail. I took a wrong turn and wound up back on Redland Road so I had to get on Hwy. 231 North and get to the Hwy. 14 West road. There are two lights right at the turn. I always get confused as to which one I'm supposed to turn on. I did that then. I started to turn at the first light then realized my mistake and swerved over to get back on the road and into the turning lane at the next light. Well, this person did that too. Before, I'd been kinda joking that I was being followed but when that happened, I knew something weird was going on.
So, I turned and got on Hwy. 14 and the car followed me the whole way. Sometimes, he'd be right up on me then later, he'd be further behind. I considered stopping at a gas station and running in so I could scare the guy into leaving me alone but all of the gas stations were either closed or deserted. So, I kept driving to my house with the guy following behind me.
When I got close to my house, I called my dad and told him to come outside. He's a really big guy so even if he couldn't kill anyone, he looks like he could. I pulled in my driveway and was still on the phone with my dad. He turned the porch light on and came to the door. The car turned around in someone's driveway on the main road (my house is right on the corner) and sat there watching me. When the porch light came on, the car sped off back towards Hwy. 14. I wound up staying at my dad's that night. First off, because I was weirded out but also because it was 2:30 a.m. and I was exhausted.
I didn't really know what to do. Of course, there weren't any cops out. Everyone's told me that it's a good thing I didn't stop anywhere because he might've gotten a hold of me somehow if that's what he was planning to do. I just think it was some psycho redneck trying to fuck with my mind because he had nothing better to do. I went right to sleep once I got inside but my dad said he never went back to sleep after that. I guess the whole thing unnerved him more than me. He was still talking about it last night and I think it scared Caleb too because he keeps talking about it and said he dreamed about it. I was pretty calm about it, didn't panic at all, but it weirded me out a little.
***
I was so exhausted yesterday and snippy because of it. I didn't want to go to work but yesterday was payday so I made myself get up and go. When Susanne came over after I got back from lunch to ask me if I was ready to do this extra work that Ann volunteered me into only informing me that she'd told Susanne I wouldn't mind after the whole fact, I was like, "Can I please get my corrections done first?" She got a little flustered and told me she'd wait and for me to be calm. I immediately felt bad so when I went to tell her I was ready, I apologized for snapping. The whole thing with Kim and Jenny (and how ironic that their names are the same as these twin girls I couldn't stand all through elementary school, Kim and Jenny Price) is driving me and the others insane. Yesterday, Jenny was in Kim's cubicle all morning while they complained about how much work they had to do. I wanted to yell, "WELL, IF YOU'D TAKE YOUR ASSES TO YOUR DESKS AND DO YOUR FUCKING WORK INSTEAD OF COMPLAINING ABOUT IT THEN MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T BE SO OVERWHELMED WITH WORK!!!!!!" When Kim told someone on the phone later that she hadn't been able to call them because she was so busy, about 4 or 5 of us chuckled outloud.
The worst thing was how Ann told Kim to tell me, Amber, and Lerin to be quiet while we were on our breaks so we wouldn't be given more work. That is bullshit. So Kim and Jenny can sit and run their fucking mouths all day long, take 3 hour lunch breaks (which Kim justified her Thursday 3-hr. lunch break by saying she was out planning her son's birthday party), and not do any fucking work and Amber, Lerin, and I have to be quiet when we've BEEN finished with our work for the day or else we'll get more work? That is just bullshit. If anything, it is discrimination against the temporaries. It's okay for the permanent employees to do whatever the hell they want but things just don't work that way for the temps. Nothing can be said to Ann about it because she condones it and Hoyt doesn't want to be bothered with anything, saying that it's up to Ann to bring problems to him.
And you can't tell anyone anything without the whole office finding out about it. I was telling Dean about what happened to me the night before and Ann showed up at my desk wanting me to go get a newspaper for her. Well, I wound up telling her. Brenda wanted to find out when I was walking out the door to get the paper and she asked me what was going on. I just walked out the door without even acknowledging her. Later on, she asked me about it as she got bits and pieces of the whole thing from Ann obviously and when I told her, she acted like I'd something to warrant being followed home. God! If I'd been raped, she would've probably told me that I was at fault for that too.
After Tuesday, working there is going to be even more unbearable because Tiffney and Lerin are going on their 30-days. Of course, both may decide not to return. Amber and I are going to have to put up with the rest of those women on our own. I really hope I get the job in Clanton or that some more permanent positions open up for me to apply for. I can't stay in that fucking office.
In other news, I'm getting sick. Caleb was sick the other day and now my nose is stopped up, my sinuses hurt, my throat hurts, and my lips are severely chapped.
BUT!!!
My dad SAYS he's taking me to Best Buy today to get me a digital camera. And also, he's talking about getting high-speed internet next month when Roadrunner Services goes up to 5-Meg speed because they're having some special introductory offer. I think if he does it, I'll offer to help him pay half. I'm sick of this dial-up crap. If my dad does get me a camera today, I'll be sure to post lots of pictures on here of things like my brand new car and other stuff.
Oh yeah, Tim got out of the mental hospital yesterday. He came by with his cousin and my mom called the sheriffs who gave Tim 15 minutes to get his stuff that he wanted out. Tim was pretty frantic but he filled his cousin's SUV to the brim with stuff. My mom said he got all of his survival gear so she's wondering if he's going to wander off and disappear. He told Mama the other day that he wanted to go out west and live in Montana or Alaska or something so Mama wonders if he's going to run off and disappear. She's definitely filing for divorce now as soon as she can, but she knows it's going to be complicated. The final real nail in the coffin was Tim telling his mother that Mama was popping his pills and his mother telling Tim that maybe Mama needed to be taken to jail and tested for drugs. All of this came up because of Tim telling Mama to take some of his oxycodone when she's had cramps or a backache or something like that. He even tried to get her to take some of his oxycontin then told his mother that he didn't know why Mama was taking his medicines. Ugh! His mother is supposed to come up here and move the rest of Tim's stuff out so I told Mama to be there and have the sheriffs there then because there's no telling what his mother is capable of. She's just as crazy, if not crazier, than Tim is. This whole thing is just crazy. It's almost unbelieveable. I knew Tim was off his rocker from the moment I met him but I never knew things would get like this. There's so much that I can't even really write about because I don't know what in the hell is really going on. My brain just can't seem to process this whole thing and it's 10 times worse on my mom.
It's just horrible.
Well, that's all for now. I've got to dry my clothes and take a shower.