The phone call
I'm in the middle of my twenty minute nap (which ended up being four hours long), when my phone rings around midnight. It's TheDude. And he's lost. Says he fell asleep on the bus, got kicked off, and now has no idea where the hell he is, doesn't know how to get home, and no one has been picking up at home.
He then yells at me for being at school.
I hop onto Mapquest to try and find out where he is and double-check that with GoogleEarth so I can track his progress. I tell him which streets to take if he wants to get back home. Then he yells at me, tells me I'm wrong, and to check again.
So I switch stories. Go left, not right (actually, I was right the first time, but he convinced me that I was wrong--I really shouldn't listen to him when he's all swearing up a storm at me, upset, and probably a little scared).
He finally gets someone at home and Sis is on the way. I quickly call home to give her his more exact location. Mother picks up.
"Ma, is Navee home?"
"Yeah..."
"Put her on."
"...oh, she's leaving..."
"I SAID PUT HER ON THE PHONE!!!!!!!!!!"
Sis told TheDude that she was going to drive down a certain street he was apparently on and that he should keep walking the direction he was going. I gave her instructions to get to where he was approximately fifteen minutes ago. Because this street they are speaking of, shows up in about three locations, none of which connect with each other.
"Are you writing this down?"
"No."
Dumbass. And she doesn't have a cellphone either. My family is full of idiots.
And the fucker didn't even call me to tell me that he got home safely. He left me with a "well, I'm at a dead end now, I'm going to sit down right here and we'll just see what happens. Maybe you'll hear about what happened to me in the morning."
WELL WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE. LIKE IT'S MY FAULT YOU FELL ASLEEP AND ENDED UP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. IT'S MY FAULT EVERYONE ELSE REFUSES TO PICK UP THE PHONE OR GET CELL PHONES. WHAT THE FUCK, MAN. CALL ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS NEXT TIME. DON'T CALL ME FOR EVERY CRISIS YOU CAN'T HANDLE ON YOUR OWN.
[work sucks balls. I am so tired. This is not how I envisioned my spring vacation. I have a day off tomorrow, but then it's back to the cubicle on Sunday...my face has this incredibly sad haggard look that I don't recognize.]
He then yells at me for being at school.
I hop onto Mapquest to try and find out where he is and double-check that with GoogleEarth so I can track his progress. I tell him which streets to take if he wants to get back home. Then he yells at me, tells me I'm wrong, and to check again.
So I switch stories. Go left, not right (actually, I was right the first time, but he convinced me that I was wrong--I really shouldn't listen to him when he's all swearing up a storm at me, upset, and probably a little scared).
He finally gets someone at home and Sis is on the way. I quickly call home to give her his more exact location. Mother picks up.
"Ma, is Navee home?"
"Yeah..."
"Put her on."
"...oh, she's leaving..."
"I SAID PUT HER ON THE PHONE!!!!!!!!!!"
Sis told TheDude that she was going to drive down a certain street he was apparently on and that he should keep walking the direction he was going. I gave her instructions to get to where he was approximately fifteen minutes ago. Because this street they are speaking of, shows up in about three locations, none of which connect with each other.
"Are you writing this down?"
"No."
Dumbass. And she doesn't have a cellphone either. My family is full of idiots.
And the fucker didn't even call me to tell me that he got home safely. He left me with a "well, I'm at a dead end now, I'm going to sit down right here and we'll just see what happens. Maybe you'll hear about what happened to me in the morning."
WELL WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE. LIKE IT'S MY FAULT YOU FELL ASLEEP AND ENDED UP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. IT'S MY FAULT EVERYONE ELSE REFUSES TO PICK UP THE PHONE OR GET CELL PHONES. WHAT THE FUCK, MAN. CALL ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS NEXT TIME. DON'T CALL ME FOR EVERY CRISIS YOU CAN'T HANDLE ON YOUR OWN.
[work sucks balls. I am so tired. This is not how I envisioned my spring vacation. I have a day off tomorrow, but then it's back to the cubicle on Sunday...my face has this incredibly sad haggard look that I don't recognize.]