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I really, honestly, couldn't be more pissed off unless somebody came and insulted my mother out of the blue. There are only two people in this whole world who I honestly hate with every fiber of my being; two people who, should they die a most painful, agonizing, and bloody death, the only reaction I would have toward it would be laughter.
The first person I will not name, because if you know me well enough, you know who this person is. If you don't know who I'm talking about, then let's just say you really don't know me that well.
The second person would have to be a fellow by the name of Joey. I'll offer no last names because the last thing I need is somebody coming into my journal wanting to post a bunch of bullshit when this whole thing, honestly, is to simply keep everybody informed as to my goings on while I can't be online or talk on the phone.
Anyway... Lemme start from the beginning.
Joey and I met while I worked at the arcade. He noticed me, I noticed him. It wasn't the most romantic of first encounters, and that's all I'm going to say. Eventually, however, his slick sicilian ways managed to snag my attention long enough to form a year-and-a-half long relationship with him. We stayed the night together, went on dates, he took me on a three-week vacation in Hawaii, which was pretty good. He worked for a company, whose name I can't remember now, that installed security systems in military bases around the world, so he was almost always out of town, but always came back to town eager and happy to see me. He didn't really have a permanent place to live, seeing as he was hardly ever in the state long enough to have one, really, so he stayed in week-long accommodating hotels and got most of his mail sent to my house... Including his credit card bills.
Somewhere close to Christmas, I got one of his credit card bills in the mail and opened it, as per usual, only to notice that he had outrageous charges at various DVD/CD/Game stores and I wasn't happy. It was close to Christmas, he had a daughter to buy for, and it was really a business card, not a personal card to begin with. Angry, I took the bill to Amber to vent to her about the charges when she noticed even stranger charges that I had overlooked...
... Dinners for two at nice, expensive restaurants that she, it so happened, had also been to. I decided to call Joey up and talk to him about both types of weird charges. He claimed that all of the super expensive charges were for my Christmas and that it was all in the mail on the way to the house, wrapped and waiting for Christmas day and that the dinner charges were from him taking his co-workers out to dinner and not wanting to split the bill.
I actually fell for it but a few weeks later he called me and we mutually broke up and, by that time, I had calmed down considerably over the charges. He said that he'd be back in town in a few weeks and that we should get back together... Everything seemed fine to me, like it was a typical rest-period from being attached to one another. A few weeks after this, Joey's best friend, Joel, approached me at school and told me that Joey had been cheating on me the entire time with several different women; I was heartbroken. The first guy I ever really felt attached to had been playing me the entire time I thanked Joel, but we haven't spoken since.
Which brings me to the present...
Saturday before last I had to work a night-shift, which isn't so rare. Later in the evening a woman and her daughter came through my line, and she looked mighty familiar...
Me: You look kinda familiar... Where do I know you from?
Woman: You look familiar, too... What's your name?
Me: Erin...
Woman: Oh! Now I remember! You dated my son, Joey!
Me: Oh, yeah... ... ...
Woman: Yeah, he's back in town since he lost his job, but he's living with somebody.
Me: So am I... ... ...
It was probably a little colder than I'd meant it to be, but I was none too thrilled to hear that he was back in town.
Only two days later did I look up from serving a customer one bright Monday morning when Joey and his apparently new girl walk by... Both of them looking right at me. I made eye contact, scowled, and turned my back... The rest of my day had been utterly ruined beyond repair because, after three years, he decides to see for himself what his mother probably yapped to him over the phone.
Then, just three or four days later, Joey comes in to BBY AGAIN... This time with some of our old mutual friends. He decides he wants to hang around the registers, chatting it up for ten-or-so minutes before leaving... As if trying to get a rise out of me for bringing in people that we both used to hang out with and now don't get to see anymore because they were his friends.
And, of course, this brings me to today... The icing on the cake...
Joey comes in, yet AGAIN, this time with his girl... AGAIN... And decides he wants to come through my line to purchase. I make eye contact before realizing it's him and then pay more attention to what my hands are doing than to him. I didn't speak a word to him or the girl he was with, preferring to act as though he didn't exist, and just as I silently jerk my hand out to give him his receipt, he pipes up with "Have a great day!"
My already shitty day had gotten worse with his foolish, cheshire cat grin and his chipper response to my cold silence, leaving me seething with such fury that I could've have leaped over the counter to punch that ugly smirk off of his greasy face.
I seethed for the rest of the day until I went over to Wes's place. He helped me calm down by fixing me something to eat (since I hadn't gotten a break for my 7+ hours of work today; I was the only one there the whole time) and giving me a backrub during IRobot.
On the way home, I called Amber and told her the whole deal, asking her opinion on it; making sure I wasn't being overly paranoid about him trying to rub things in my face or getting a rise out of me... She assured me that his presence in the past week has been excessive and that if he shows up again within a two-or-three day period that I should tell my manager and LP about it and have them kick him out of the store.
I went for almost three years without seeing him, and now he wants to show his ass all of a sudden...
... ... ... Two can play at this fucking game... ... ...
The first person I will not name, because if you know me well enough, you know who this person is. If you don't know who I'm talking about, then let's just say you really don't know me that well.
The second person would have to be a fellow by the name of Joey. I'll offer no last names because the last thing I need is somebody coming into my journal wanting to post a bunch of bullshit when this whole thing, honestly, is to simply keep everybody informed as to my goings on while I can't be online or talk on the phone.
Anyway... Lemme start from the beginning.
Joey and I met while I worked at the arcade. He noticed me, I noticed him. It wasn't the most romantic of first encounters, and that's all I'm going to say. Eventually, however, his slick sicilian ways managed to snag my attention long enough to form a year-and-a-half long relationship with him. We stayed the night together, went on dates, he took me on a three-week vacation in Hawaii, which was pretty good. He worked for a company, whose name I can't remember now, that installed security systems in military bases around the world, so he was almost always out of town, but always came back to town eager and happy to see me. He didn't really have a permanent place to live, seeing as he was hardly ever in the state long enough to have one, really, so he stayed in week-long accommodating hotels and got most of his mail sent to my house... Including his credit card bills.
Somewhere close to Christmas, I got one of his credit card bills in the mail and opened it, as per usual, only to notice that he had outrageous charges at various DVD/CD/Game stores and I wasn't happy. It was close to Christmas, he had a daughter to buy for, and it was really a business card, not a personal card to begin with. Angry, I took the bill to Amber to vent to her about the charges when she noticed even stranger charges that I had overlooked...
... Dinners for two at nice, expensive restaurants that she, it so happened, had also been to. I decided to call Joey up and talk to him about both types of weird charges. He claimed that all of the super expensive charges were for my Christmas and that it was all in the mail on the way to the house, wrapped and waiting for Christmas day and that the dinner charges were from him taking his co-workers out to dinner and not wanting to split the bill.
I actually fell for it but a few weeks later he called me and we mutually broke up and, by that time, I had calmed down considerably over the charges. He said that he'd be back in town in a few weeks and that we should get back together... Everything seemed fine to me, like it was a typical rest-period from being attached to one another. A few weeks after this, Joey's best friend, Joel, approached me at school and told me that Joey had been cheating on me the entire time with several different women; I was heartbroken. The first guy I ever really felt attached to had been playing me the entire time I thanked Joel, but we haven't spoken since.
Which brings me to the present...
Saturday before last I had to work a night-shift, which isn't so rare. Later in the evening a woman and her daughter came through my line, and she looked mighty familiar...
Me: You look kinda familiar... Where do I know you from?
Woman: You look familiar, too... What's your name?
Me: Erin...
Woman: Oh! Now I remember! You dated my son, Joey!
Me: Oh, yeah... ... ...
Woman: Yeah, he's back in town since he lost his job, but he's living with somebody.
Me: So am I... ... ...
It was probably a little colder than I'd meant it to be, but I was none too thrilled to hear that he was back in town.
Only two days later did I look up from serving a customer one bright Monday morning when Joey and his apparently new girl walk by... Both of them looking right at me. I made eye contact, scowled, and turned my back... The rest of my day had been utterly ruined beyond repair because, after three years, he decides to see for himself what his mother probably yapped to him over the phone.
Then, just three or four days later, Joey comes in to BBY AGAIN... This time with some of our old mutual friends. He decides he wants to hang around the registers, chatting it up for ten-or-so minutes before leaving... As if trying to get a rise out of me for bringing in people that we both used to hang out with and now don't get to see anymore because they were his friends.
And, of course, this brings me to today... The icing on the cake...
Joey comes in, yet AGAIN, this time with his girl... AGAIN... And decides he wants to come through my line to purchase. I make eye contact before realizing it's him and then pay more attention to what my hands are doing than to him. I didn't speak a word to him or the girl he was with, preferring to act as though he didn't exist, and just as I silently jerk my hand out to give him his receipt, he pipes up with "Have a great day!"
My already shitty day had gotten worse with his foolish, cheshire cat grin and his chipper response to my cold silence, leaving me seething with such fury that I could've have leaped over the counter to punch that ugly smirk off of his greasy face.
I seethed for the rest of the day until I went over to Wes's place. He helped me calm down by fixing me something to eat (since I hadn't gotten a break for my 7+ hours of work today; I was the only one there the whole time) and giving me a backrub during IRobot.
On the way home, I called Amber and told her the whole deal, asking her opinion on it; making sure I wasn't being overly paranoid about him trying to rub things in my face or getting a rise out of me... She assured me that his presence in the past week has been excessive and that if he shows up again within a two-or-three day period that I should tell my manager and LP about it and have them kick him out of the store.
I went for almost three years without seeing him, and now he wants to show his ass all of a sudden...
... ... ... Two can play at this fucking game... ... ...