Goshdarn Phone Call
You know you're going to have one of those days when you wake up at 4:30 in the morning and you can't go back to sleep.
Yes, guys and gals, I've been up since 4:30 a.m. I sat there in bed, tossed, turned, looked at the clock a gazillion times, then realized that sleep and I were not going to be meeting again until later. With that thought in mind I got up and started cleaning. Why cleaning you ask? It's one of the least noisy things you can do at 5 in the morning (vacuuming not included) to aid in passing the time.
So I proceeded to clean the living room, the kitchen, the main bathroom, and my own room.....before the weather created a block-wide power outage. If I didn't know then what kind of day this was going to be I should've known after it took almost 45 minutes for the power to come back on, delaying my vacuuming. By the time I started vacuuming it was a couple of minutes after 8. I get down the hallway with the vacuu, and I'm all the way at the end, when the phone decides to ring. Closest phone? All the way in the living room.
After cursing Alexander Graham Bell's name under my voice I answered the phone. It was Sears. They needed me to come up to the store and sign a piece of paperwork. That's all. All they needed me to do today is sign and date a sheet of paperwork that I should've signed Friday but they forgot to include in the hire packet. Which would mean I'd have to catch a bus up to Sears....just to sign and date a "Job Description Understanding" sheet. One sheet.
After I got that trivial matter squared away I came back home and started cleaning again. By the time I finished cleaning I thought I'd give Mayi a call and see if she wanted to do something this evening. Much to my dismay she's under the weather. I wish there was something I could do to make her feel better but, seeing how she lives in Boulder and I live in Henderson, it makes going to see if she's OK a difficult process. So we decided to do something tomorrow....which means I was left to my own devices. Bored out of my mind and not able to come up with a poetic or artistic vibe I turned to my guilty pleasure: my collection of 70's martial arts movies.
So I get out Sonny Chiba's The Street Fighter, place it in the DVD player, hit play.....and grimace in annoyance as the phone rings again. Screw it, I said to myself, unpausing my movie. Somebody else can answer it. And someone else did answer it.
Then they knocked on my bedroom door to let me know it was for me.
By this time I was really annoyed. I mean, I couldn't go play some 'ball - it's been raining all day. Mayi wasn't feeling good, making seeing her today a no-no. I'd been cleaning for the vast majority of my day. Sears inconvenienced me with their ineptitude. I just really wasn't in the mood. Begrudgingly, though, I took the call. When I heard the voice on the other end part of me wished that I hadn't.
It was Toya.
For those not in the know here's some back history on Toya. I dated Toya for about seven months when I still lived in Michigan. In fact, oddly enough, she was the last girl I dated before I moved here. She broke up with my because I didn't have a car and I couldn't buy her things all the time and, according to her mother, I was headed into "obscurity and I wasn't gonnna take her daughter with me". After breaking up with her I was made the offer to move to Nevada and I never looked back. The last time I even spoke to her was when I went to her house to pick up some things of mine that had been left there over time. Truth be told she was a bitch who's parents gave her anything she wanted and there was just no pleasing her. I know I should be tactful and not say such things but it's the truth. It never mattered how much I cared or how much I did for her to make her happy. All that mattered was that I wasn't upper middle-class and I couldn't drive her around everywhere she wanted to go.
And somehow she'd gotten my phone number.
Here I am thinking that maybe she called to see how things were and maybe tell me she was on vacation here or something like that. You wanna know what she called me for? To tell me that she was dating a mutual friend of ours, who just happened to be in the vicinity and made sure to say snide things in the background like, "I bet you ain't seein' nobody as hot as Toya!" and "Get off that phone with Pharoah! You need to be worried 'bout your man!"
This was officially the phone call from Hell. And I was officially not pleased.
The way I felt notwithstanding I stayed on the phone, listening and retorting in a polite manner, for about 5-6 minutes with them. She ended the call with, "Well, I guess I'll see you if I'm in Vegas sometime." My reply?
"Probably not."
With that said I hung up the phone, cut off my movie, and just sat there in the solitude of my room, calming myself down the best I could and pondering the conversation I just endured.
They say that a man is only as wise as his mistakes make him. Toya was a mistake, one that has made me a better man and a better significant other. Toya also taught me that sometimes you can't wear your heart on your sleeve, something that I keep in check to this day. I guess our conversation was somewhat worthwhile. It showed me that I've grown up and moved on a whole lot more than I'd originally imagined. It also did one more thing.
It made me glad that I was dumped by her and women like her.
If I wasn't I would've never met the person I'm with now. I wouldn't be happy. I wouldn't feel like an equal in a relationship. And I sure as hell wouldn't feel like a woman actually cares about me.
Thanks Toya. As much as you suck as a person you equally rock as a learning tool!
The sun's back out. Maybe I will go play some 'ball.
Peace.
Yes, guys and gals, I've been up since 4:30 a.m. I sat there in bed, tossed, turned, looked at the clock a gazillion times, then realized that sleep and I were not going to be meeting again until later. With that thought in mind I got up and started cleaning. Why cleaning you ask? It's one of the least noisy things you can do at 5 in the morning (vacuuming not included) to aid in passing the time.
So I proceeded to clean the living room, the kitchen, the main bathroom, and my own room.....before the weather created a block-wide power outage. If I didn't know then what kind of day this was going to be I should've known after it took almost 45 minutes for the power to come back on, delaying my vacuuming. By the time I started vacuuming it was a couple of minutes after 8. I get down the hallway with the vacuu, and I'm all the way at the end, when the phone decides to ring. Closest phone? All the way in the living room.
After cursing Alexander Graham Bell's name under my voice I answered the phone. It was Sears. They needed me to come up to the store and sign a piece of paperwork. That's all. All they needed me to do today is sign and date a sheet of paperwork that I should've signed Friday but they forgot to include in the hire packet. Which would mean I'd have to catch a bus up to Sears....just to sign and date a "Job Description Understanding" sheet. One sheet.
After I got that trivial matter squared away I came back home and started cleaning again. By the time I finished cleaning I thought I'd give Mayi a call and see if she wanted to do something this evening. Much to my dismay she's under the weather. I wish there was something I could do to make her feel better but, seeing how she lives in Boulder and I live in Henderson, it makes going to see if she's OK a difficult process. So we decided to do something tomorrow....which means I was left to my own devices. Bored out of my mind and not able to come up with a poetic or artistic vibe I turned to my guilty pleasure: my collection of 70's martial arts movies.
So I get out Sonny Chiba's The Street Fighter, place it in the DVD player, hit play.....and grimace in annoyance as the phone rings again. Screw it, I said to myself, unpausing my movie. Somebody else can answer it. And someone else did answer it.
Then they knocked on my bedroom door to let me know it was for me.
By this time I was really annoyed. I mean, I couldn't go play some 'ball - it's been raining all day. Mayi wasn't feeling good, making seeing her today a no-no. I'd been cleaning for the vast majority of my day. Sears inconvenienced me with their ineptitude. I just really wasn't in the mood. Begrudgingly, though, I took the call. When I heard the voice on the other end part of me wished that I hadn't.
It was Toya.
For those not in the know here's some back history on Toya. I dated Toya for about seven months when I still lived in Michigan. In fact, oddly enough, she was the last girl I dated before I moved here. She broke up with my because I didn't have a car and I couldn't buy her things all the time and, according to her mother, I was headed into "obscurity and I wasn't gonnna take her daughter with me". After breaking up with her I was made the offer to move to Nevada and I never looked back. The last time I even spoke to her was when I went to her house to pick up some things of mine that had been left there over time. Truth be told she was a bitch who's parents gave her anything she wanted and there was just no pleasing her. I know I should be tactful and not say such things but it's the truth. It never mattered how much I cared or how much I did for her to make her happy. All that mattered was that I wasn't upper middle-class and I couldn't drive her around everywhere she wanted to go.
And somehow she'd gotten my phone number.
Here I am thinking that maybe she called to see how things were and maybe tell me she was on vacation here or something like that. You wanna know what she called me for? To tell me that she was dating a mutual friend of ours, who just happened to be in the vicinity and made sure to say snide things in the background like, "I bet you ain't seein' nobody as hot as Toya!" and "Get off that phone with Pharoah! You need to be worried 'bout your man!"
This was officially the phone call from Hell. And I was officially not pleased.
The way I felt notwithstanding I stayed on the phone, listening and retorting in a polite manner, for about 5-6 minutes with them. She ended the call with, "Well, I guess I'll see you if I'm in Vegas sometime." My reply?
"Probably not."
With that said I hung up the phone, cut off my movie, and just sat there in the solitude of my room, calming myself down the best I could and pondering the conversation I just endured.
They say that a man is only as wise as his mistakes make him. Toya was a mistake, one that has made me a better man and a better significant other. Toya also taught me that sometimes you can't wear your heart on your sleeve, something that I keep in check to this day. I guess our conversation was somewhat worthwhile. It showed me that I've grown up and moved on a whole lot more than I'd originally imagined. It also did one more thing.
It made me glad that I was dumped by her and women like her.
If I wasn't I would've never met the person I'm with now. I wouldn't be happy. I wouldn't feel like an equal in a relationship. And I sure as hell wouldn't feel like a woman actually cares about me.
Thanks Toya. As much as you suck as a person you equally rock as a learning tool!
The sun's back out. Maybe I will go play some 'ball.
Peace.