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This one takes the cake. I guess it was my mom and I. We went to this island where we were basically tortured by this guy. But we got to live there, with other women. It was like one big family after you got past the torture. It was literally paradise but it always felt wrong. You only got tortured once so yea, island paradise. So my mom and I left, without the guys permission. He started stalking us after we got back to the mainland. He stalked us in games and social networks and calling us.



I met this guy in all of this. He was so nice and so sweet. He didn't care what I looked like or care that we were being stalked by this guy. Then I woke up. This guy didn't look like my husband at all, but it's nice to have kinda weird dreams where they turn out ok in the end.

This is from Saturday:



You know today is not the day to drive when your day consists of two tow trucks and riding in 4 different vehicles.

Friend buys new car, asks us to drive him out to Waterloo to pick it up. We get there and leave. Our van dies in Waunakee. First tow truck picks it up. Blown water pump thingy we think. Get in new car. A very beat up gt20 or whatever it is. Get right outside of Boscobel, front left tire literally blows off and the car comes crashing down. I got to watch it bounce next to me and behind me as it took like a quarter of a mile to stop the damn car. Call two truck number two. So far, this has been 2 cars and 2 tow trucks. Ride back to Wazeka with the tow truck and friend. Get in car number 3 of the day. Drive home. I am so done with cars

So I finally decided to take a personal day from work today. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I love my position as quality control. I think I just need to get back to North plant sooner rather than later. I don't think I'll be able to take another month down at South plant anytime soon.

This is the first time in my marriage where I have been deeply hurt by my husband. Not physically mind you, but mentally.



We have this policy at work, (we both work at the same place together), where you can't go to the bathroom within 20-30 minutes after clocking in, before and after breaks, and before the end of the shift. I know this is going to sound really stupid but even as quality control, I have to abide by that rule as well.



My husband asked to go to the bathroom right after first break and I asked him to wait the amount of time required. He got really really pissed at me. He wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't leave to go to the bathroom. Anything. He wouldn't even sit with me at lunch no matter how many time I said sorry and that I was following policy. Seems stupid right? Well he was so pissed at me that he was going to leave me. He was going to quit work and go live with his dad again. It's not like I couldn't afford the apartment alone. I think it's stupid that he pushed that far. I was very hurt that he would even consider doing that. After second break, everyone knew there was something wrong with me. Do you know how hard it was to just not blurt out that my husband was leaving me after work but its ok, go ahead and complain about how awful your life is.



He didn't actually leave. He apologized several times. I forgave him but I'm still really hurt from it. I have to follow a stupid policy and I get lashed out at. I guess I should go wake him for work.

I got invited earlier in the week to go roller skating with some co-workers Saturday. My legs aren't what they used to be. It's been like 14 years since the last time I went skating. My depression kicked in and we decided to leave. I was trying to hold onto something to sit down and I fell. I thought I honestly fractured my hand. I don't think I did though thank god.

I always feel bad for my friends in bad relationships. I try to help but who know's how much actually gets through. I hope it ends well for the both of them without much heartache, if they get to that point.

If they needed a picture of a dumb blonde for the dictionary, my co-worker would fit the bill. I like to read before work and on my breaks. Better than having to deal with my co-workers. She walks up to me and asks why I'm reading. I say because I like to read. She say's ready is stupid and that I'm stupid for reading. I asked her what the last book she read was. Apparently it was this book that 8 year olds read, when she was 14. 14 guys. This is why we need Darwinism.

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dwaynemcgriff01
01:26 May 06 2016

Lol how the hell are you stupid if you reading. Reading actually make you smarter and wiser

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I think I'm going to start ranting about work here. I might as well. It lets me de-stress per say.



Flash back to 2 weeks ago. A couple at work breaks up. She tries to kill herself. Gets admitted to rehab. Finally comes back to work Tuesday. The scrawny lil *naughtyword* decides that I'm her personal slave.



Background story: I'm quality control. No one tells me what to do except my sups. She is not a sup ergo she cannot tell me what to do.



Hates being pushed to do work. Doesn't actually want to work. More concerned that her ex is now with another lil *naughtyword* at work. Who honestly cares? I sure don't. She makes a big deal about. I'm not boinking any of them so I really don't care. Asks why I don't care. Because I told all 3 of you to stay away from each other months ago but none of you listened, and look what happened.



What happened: He most likely cheated on her with this new girl. He beats the every living crap out of his ex. New girl is prego and not saying who the daddy is. Current chick tries to kill herself multiple times for attention.



See what I have to deal with?

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dwaynemcgriff01
01:24 May 06 2016

Wow that's crazy

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