2013 comes back to bite me...
Reading my entries from 2013 are frightening, and there's been a lot of therapy and meds in the interim to recover from that job. I went without work for a year and a half because of the GAD, PTSD, Depersonalisation Disorder, et al from that experience.
So the phone call I knew was going to eventually come came today. The individual responsible for that awful time called and left a message. I didn't recognize the number and was driving anyways, so I didn't pick up. I thought it might have been a friend in Edmonton (call display said it was an Alberta number) calling about a special film gig I had steered in her direction, so I was excited about retrieving the message, hoping it was so.
Nope. It was the woman that nearly drove me from the film biz forever. Drove me to breakdown.
It was a short enough voicemail, nearly as an afterthought hoping I was doing well, and would I please give her a call. Innocent enough.
Except she's a sociopath. Perhaps with lashing of psychopathy, given the near-total lack of empathy. She's got a new gig and wants me to work for her, as I have for three movies in the past.
I wandered about for a couple of hours in a fugue at first, before settling into my local pub and started drinking, which is when, after one or two, the emotional rebound started to hit me. Avoiding eye-contact, barely keeping emotional collapse at bay, etc. Twitchy, and all nervous ticks. All the fun stuff.
Several others in key positions and myself made a pact back then to vow to never work for her ever again, and to call each other if she ever called. The text messages back and forth from one of those folk helped keep me sane today. I'm still drafting the text message to the craziest one, but the end message is "NO".
Not sure when the twitching is going to stop this time.
So the phone call I knew was going to eventually come came today. The individual responsible for that awful time called and left a message. I didn't recognize the number and was driving anyways, so I didn't pick up. I thought it might have been a friend in Edmonton (call display said it was an Alberta number) calling about a special film gig I had steered in her direction, so I was excited about retrieving the message, hoping it was so.
Nope. It was the woman that nearly drove me from the film biz forever. Drove me to breakdown.
It was a short enough voicemail, nearly as an afterthought hoping I was doing well, and would I please give her a call. Innocent enough.
Except she's a sociopath. Perhaps with lashing of psychopathy, given the near-total lack of empathy. She's got a new gig and wants me to work for her, as I have for three movies in the past.
I wandered about for a couple of hours in a fugue at first, before settling into my local pub and started drinking, which is when, after one or two, the emotional rebound started to hit me. Avoiding eye-contact, barely keeping emotional collapse at bay, etc. Twitchy, and all nervous ticks. All the fun stuff.
Several others in key positions and myself made a pact back then to vow to never work for her ever again, and to call each other if she ever called. The text messages back and forth from one of those folk helped keep me sane today. I'm still drafting the text message to the craziest one, but the end message is "NO".
Not sure when the twitching is going to stop this time.