A temporary visit to the good old LJ
11 weeks have passed since my last entry. Things weren't peaches and cream then, and they certainly aren't (in relation to THAT situation) at this point either.
Since that camping trip, things slightly improved. We seemed to have been getting along well again, which was a good feeling for me. Shortly before he was scheduled to leave, a bunch of us went to Vino for a typical thursty Thursday. One of my kitchen kids (who happens to be only 16) wanted to go and was going to just "hang out," and instead of letting him get into a car with some people who had already had a couple, I offered to give him a ride if he was sure he was just going to hang out. Needless to say, he ends up getting wasted because of some people on the tech staff (and some actors) buying him drinks. I go off on him, making sure he knows just how stupid he was, take care of him, and that was that. Well, I certainly thought that was that. The night before Luke is scheduled to leave, we have the annual shop party. I finish up with work over in the tavern and head on over. Not 20 minutes into my being there, Luke comes up to me going off on me because I was the one that brought the underage kitchen kid to Vino. He also states that I was morally wrong because I want to be a teacher. He then doesn't speak to me for the rest of the night. I, after waiting up to see if he'd at least say goodnight (and possibly goodbye, since I'm not sure of when he's leaving the next day.) I go to bed, thankfully in the lighting designer's room as he was not there at the time. (It was my temporary residence when it was vacant, sparing me from the coop that was actually the room given to me.) I am trying to fall asleep, upset at the fact that Luke had completley given me the cold shoulder when I hear something coming from his room. What is it? The moans of his sexaul encounters with the MARRIED bass player/good friend of his. Of course I'm upset by this, but I manage to fall asleep. The next morning, I have a conversation with the lighting designer who was the the real resident of the room I had borrowed. (He's seriously been the one I talked to about everything this summer, and since he was back at his home in the city I figured I'd talk to someone who wasn't around to avoid anymore drama.) He thought that Luke's behavior was ridiculous, and apparently had made that known to him. As soon as intermission had begun for that Sunday show, Luke had come into the kitchen. The first thing out of his mouth was "Did you enjoy your conversation with O'Connor?" We end up getting into a huge fight in which I called him an asshole, and he called me mean and vindictive. He also went off on me for being a gossip, and when I called him out on talking to EVERYONE but me about the whole kitchen kid ordeal, he seemed as though he didn't want to hear it. He crucified me for allowing a young kid to drink, yet every single time I saw him at Vino he had a cup of water in his hand. It happened to be HIS staff that bought him the drinks, yet I was solely responsible for him. Yes, I shouldn't have taken him, but he was going to find a ride no matter what. I'd rather he have been safe than risk him getting hurt by intoxicated drivers. Luke goes on and on about my morals, and by the end of the fight he said "I hope you have a good rest of the summer" in a very cold and short tone, and I walked out. I was most upset that a man who preached to me about morals had sex with a married woman. Please...what does that say?
I waited some time after he left to send him a note saying that two years of a good friendship shouldn't be thrown away on a fight like this and that we should try to work things out. I haven't heard anything back from him.
Besides the whole Luke thing, I have managed to rack up some $1700 and change in medical bills. Between blood work, an ER visit and two ultrasounds, the doctors have determined that I am healthy, despite all the hell that I had been going through for well over a month. It just brings my overall sense of debt to a staggering new level.
I've managed to enjoy "me" time this summer. On days off I took an hour+ drive up to North/South Lake (the sight of our camping trip) to do some hiking. Surprising enough, the hikes that were tough on me during the camping trip seemed really easy afterwards. I climbed to new heights, saw even more gorgeous views and was able to open the eyes of some of my family members to things they've never seen before. I was also referred to as the "Mountain Goat" because of the ease at which I climb up the mountain. I guess I'm just that good. I was hoping to post pictures of these trips to facebook, but my lack of computer (and internet) has made that very difficult.
The playhouse gig is over for this season, but I think was invited back by Norman so that's comforting. I went through hell with him (and my kitchen staff) this season, but I think that I can tolerate another season of Norman. Besides, if I can get through 2009, I'll make it to the Richard Amelius take-over, which is going to be pretty sweet if I do say so myself.
I've been given a list of days to sub for Lori James again this year, but I'm hoping to earn more days in the school. I applied to sub at Ellenville school as well, both as a teacher and a cafeteria aid as well. (The caf aids make $15.00 an hour...even as a sub!) I filled out my applications today.
Tomorrow I'm leaving my mom's (where I am currently stationed because I needed to drop off my dog) to go visit my sister Heather. I'm also going to be able to watch my niece play field hockey, which truely does excite me. Saturday we'll be driving to my sister-in-law's baby shower, which I'm much anticipating. I haven't seen she or my brother since November, and the fact that they are expecting a baby in October makes it seem even better! They plan on naming the baby Connor, unless of course he comes out looking like something completley different. Ahh...who knows.
Anyways, here's my little update. If you want to comment on this, text me your comments. I will not be able to check my mail for who knows how long, and that's the best way to get in touch with me.
Adios, LJers.
Since that camping trip, things slightly improved. We seemed to have been getting along well again, which was a good feeling for me. Shortly before he was scheduled to leave, a bunch of us went to Vino for a typical thursty Thursday. One of my kitchen kids (who happens to be only 16) wanted to go and was going to just "hang out," and instead of letting him get into a car with some people who had already had a couple, I offered to give him a ride if he was sure he was just going to hang out. Needless to say, he ends up getting wasted because of some people on the tech staff (and some actors) buying him drinks. I go off on him, making sure he knows just how stupid he was, take care of him, and that was that. Well, I certainly thought that was that. The night before Luke is scheduled to leave, we have the annual shop party. I finish up with work over in the tavern and head on over. Not 20 minutes into my being there, Luke comes up to me going off on me because I was the one that brought the underage kitchen kid to Vino. He also states that I was morally wrong because I want to be a teacher. He then doesn't speak to me for the rest of the night. I, after waiting up to see if he'd at least say goodnight (and possibly goodbye, since I'm not sure of when he's leaving the next day.) I go to bed, thankfully in the lighting designer's room as he was not there at the time. (It was my temporary residence when it was vacant, sparing me from the coop that was actually the room given to me.) I am trying to fall asleep, upset at the fact that Luke had completley given me the cold shoulder when I hear something coming from his room. What is it? The moans of his sexaul encounters with the MARRIED bass player/good friend of his. Of course I'm upset by this, but I manage to fall asleep. The next morning, I have a conversation with the lighting designer who was the the real resident of the room I had borrowed. (He's seriously been the one I talked to about everything this summer, and since he was back at his home in the city I figured I'd talk to someone who wasn't around to avoid anymore drama.) He thought that Luke's behavior was ridiculous, and apparently had made that known to him. As soon as intermission had begun for that Sunday show, Luke had come into the kitchen. The first thing out of his mouth was "Did you enjoy your conversation with O'Connor?" We end up getting into a huge fight in which I called him an asshole, and he called me mean and vindictive. He also went off on me for being a gossip, and when I called him out on talking to EVERYONE but me about the whole kitchen kid ordeal, he seemed as though he didn't want to hear it. He crucified me for allowing a young kid to drink, yet every single time I saw him at Vino he had a cup of water in his hand. It happened to be HIS staff that bought him the drinks, yet I was solely responsible for him. Yes, I shouldn't have taken him, but he was going to find a ride no matter what. I'd rather he have been safe than risk him getting hurt by intoxicated drivers. Luke goes on and on about my morals, and by the end of the fight he said "I hope you have a good rest of the summer" in a very cold and short tone, and I walked out. I was most upset that a man who preached to me about morals had sex with a married woman. Please...what does that say?
I waited some time after he left to send him a note saying that two years of a good friendship shouldn't be thrown away on a fight like this and that we should try to work things out. I haven't heard anything back from him.
Besides the whole Luke thing, I have managed to rack up some $1700 and change in medical bills. Between blood work, an ER visit and two ultrasounds, the doctors have determined that I am healthy, despite all the hell that I had been going through for well over a month. It just brings my overall sense of debt to a staggering new level.
I've managed to enjoy "me" time this summer. On days off I took an hour+ drive up to North/South Lake (the sight of our camping trip) to do some hiking. Surprising enough, the hikes that were tough on me during the camping trip seemed really easy afterwards. I climbed to new heights, saw even more gorgeous views and was able to open the eyes of some of my family members to things they've never seen before. I was also referred to as the "Mountain Goat" because of the ease at which I climb up the mountain. I guess I'm just that good. I was hoping to post pictures of these trips to facebook, but my lack of computer (and internet) has made that very difficult.
The playhouse gig is over for this season, but I think was invited back by Norman so that's comforting. I went through hell with him (and my kitchen staff) this season, but I think that I can tolerate another season of Norman. Besides, if I can get through 2009, I'll make it to the Richard Amelius take-over, which is going to be pretty sweet if I do say so myself.
I've been given a list of days to sub for Lori James again this year, but I'm hoping to earn more days in the school. I applied to sub at Ellenville school as well, both as a teacher and a cafeteria aid as well. (The caf aids make $15.00 an hour...even as a sub!) I filled out my applications today.
Tomorrow I'm leaving my mom's (where I am currently stationed because I needed to drop off my dog) to go visit my sister Heather. I'm also going to be able to watch my niece play field hockey, which truely does excite me. Saturday we'll be driving to my sister-in-law's baby shower, which I'm much anticipating. I haven't seen she or my brother since November, and the fact that they are expecting a baby in October makes it seem even better! They plan on naming the baby Connor, unless of course he comes out looking like something completley different. Ahh...who knows.
Anyways, here's my little update. If you want to comment on this, text me your comments. I will not be able to check my mail for who knows how long, and that's the best way to get in touch with me.
Adios, LJers.