So short post today because I feel like posting but am to tired to make it very long. That and I need to get on some homework.
So about two years or so ago I was sitting in a starbucks waiting for my friend who worked there to get done so we could hang out. I was on my computer working looking like just some normal student in jeans and a sweatshirt, what I normally wear to class. At the time I did not have any added color in my hair (much like now it was a growing out period to get all of the nasty cut off). I had my septum pierced but it was tucked up often or out because of work. I did not have the snake bites or wrist tattoos yet. What I am getting at is that I looked much more "normal" back then. Most likely I was not wearing makeup either. So I was there going back and fort between homework and apartment hunting because I was about to come up for my first summer at PCPA. All of a sudden some middle aged guy who had just gotten his order gets really close to me kinda hunched over so as to make sure I can hear him practically hiss at me "YOU NEED JESUS!" All I could think to say was, "I already have him thanks?" Which makes me think I was channeling one of my classmates two years before I met her. Before I was even done saying it he just left and walked out the door and was gone. Apparently he is a regular at that starbucks and has done it once or twice before that. I just wondered what about me at that time provoked that man to single me out of the crowd of mostly similar looking college students. It was very strange.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Don't call back!
I woke up late today. So late it was about an hour after ultimate frisbee had started. I also feel super tired still and have decided to spend time at home doing homework and cleaning. So of course that really means I am blogging and checking facebook first. I saw the title of my last blog and thought it was a completely different story so I decided to share the one I thought it was first.
I get a lot of calls from numbers I don't know. Since I have all kinds of people calling (especially theater people) who change their numbers all the time or call from work, home, a friends phone, their Great Aunt Ethel's 85th birthday party or wherever I generally answer. The only one I usually don't answer is blocked and then just check the message because they are deliberately hiding from me. I am also not used to sleeping on a regular schedule and get calls at many different hours whether I am asleep or not I may have to get up and do something. Now if someone calls me once and leaves no message when I get a chance I may try the number back to see who it was and if it was important. If they call many times from the same number that makes me think it is on purpose. People don't normally keep dialing the same wrong number a few times a day for a week or so.
It just so happened, however, that whenever this number would call I was not able to answer either because of class or work or rehearsals or something. I am always playing seemingly never-ending games of phone tag with my friends so it didn't seem that abnormal. Many people I know don't leave messages and I guess if I kept calling they would assume that I knew who was calling and was trying to reach them in return. The voice mail was no help either. It was the standard robotic "you have reached... please leave a message after the tone." I never left a message because I thought that eventually I would answer and talk to the person. I really didn't put that much thought into the whole ordeal because really I am not that concerned with a random game of phone tag that other being slightly annoying was not really upsetting my life. So this went on. Then one day I called a few times in a row right after having missed it as well as a few times through that afternoon. I was particularly irritated that I had only just missed it and they were not answering back.
Well after that I had not gotten calls in a few days or so. I was not all that worried or relieved in fact the only thing that made me realize it was I finally was getting the call again when I could answer it. It was fairly early in the morning I think I had gotten out of class or was on my way to morning class I don't remember exactly I just know I was at Starbucks near school. I answered and some woman in spanish asked me who I was. I told her that she had called me and that she should tell me who she was first. She said that I had been calling her and that my number was all over her caller ID. I tried to explain that I was always getting calls from numbers I didn't know and that I was just trying to see who had been calling me so insistently. She said that I was making that up and that she KNEW that I was the one who was sleeping with her husband! I was like hold on crazy lady first off I you are the first person I have actually talked to from this number and second WHO IS YOUR HUSBAND? I think that may have been the wrong phrasing of that question because then I was first accused of sleeping with so many men that I couldn't remember one in particular then I was told that I knew damn well who CARMELLO was. I told her that I did not know anyone with that name but if she was really that concerned with who her husband was sleeping with she should be going after the cheater she married and not someone with the apparently idiotic idea that phone calls should be returned. I then hung up on her. That was the end of that.
Or so I thought. A few days later early in the morning, and by that I mean about 7 am, I get a phone call. It is this older sounding woman. By that I mean not only did she sound like she and her voice both had wrinkles I felt like I could also hear the veils over her head and smell the old lady perfume, and hear her lighting candles for my soul. Why the drama? She proceeded after waking me up at this unholy hour during tech week to tell me that I should be ashamed of myself for what I was doing. That I should not only consider the feelings and lives of others that I was ruining but my own soul with all of the sins that I was committing. At first I was still in a half sleep and had no idea what on earth she was babbling about then I realized she was probably the crazy lady's mother or something trying to get me to see the error of my ways and leave her daughters husband alone. I tried to explain to this lady as well (mostly for fear that she was going to put some kind of curse on me) that she had it wrong and that I had no idea who this man was and would never intentionally help anyone cheat. She said that intentions didn't matter and that since it has continued passed finding out about his wife original ignorance does not matter. She also said that lying about it would only compound the sinning. I told her that I obviously was not going to change her mind about this and hung up. I got a few more calls from the daughter over the next couple of weeks then noting.
A few months later I got a call mid-day from some number I didn't recognize. I didn't think too much about it since I had saved the number as a don't answer. Some lady asked to speak to my mother. I guess my voice is a lot lower when I am half asleep. I asked who she was looking for and she asked my mothers name. I said it was none of her business and that this was my cell phone and wanted to know what she wanted. She said that she knew the affair was still going on and that she demanded that it stop or she would find some way to make me pay. I told her that if she was going to keep being that blind and stupid it was fine by me. I suggested that she get a divorce but I really didn't care. I told her that if I ever herd from her or her witch-woman mother again I was going to call the police and had a record of how many times she had called me and had recorded them to turn over as evidence of harassment. I have not heard from her since.
I felt a little bad for her situation but that doesn't give her the right to throw her crazy all over me.
I get a lot of calls from numbers I don't know. Since I have all kinds of people calling (especially theater people) who change their numbers all the time or call from work, home, a friends phone, their Great Aunt Ethel's 85th birthday party or wherever I generally answer. The only one I usually don't answer is blocked and then just check the message because they are deliberately hiding from me. I am also not used to sleeping on a regular schedule and get calls at many different hours whether I am asleep or not I may have to get up and do something. Now if someone calls me once and leaves no message when I get a chance I may try the number back to see who it was and if it was important. If they call many times from the same number that makes me think it is on purpose. People don't normally keep dialing the same wrong number a few times a day for a week or so.
It just so happened, however, that whenever this number would call I was not able to answer either because of class or work or rehearsals or something. I am always playing seemingly never-ending games of phone tag with my friends so it didn't seem that abnormal. Many people I know don't leave messages and I guess if I kept calling they would assume that I knew who was calling and was trying to reach them in return. The voice mail was no help either. It was the standard robotic "you have reached... please leave a message after the tone." I never left a message because I thought that eventually I would answer and talk to the person. I really didn't put that much thought into the whole ordeal because really I am not that concerned with a random game of phone tag that other being slightly annoying was not really upsetting my life. So this went on. Then one day I called a few times in a row right after having missed it as well as a few times through that afternoon. I was particularly irritated that I had only just missed it and they were not answering back.
Well after that I had not gotten calls in a few days or so. I was not all that worried or relieved in fact the only thing that made me realize it was I finally was getting the call again when I could answer it. It was fairly early in the morning I think I had gotten out of class or was on my way to morning class I don't remember exactly I just know I was at Starbucks near school. I answered and some woman in spanish asked me who I was. I told her that she had called me and that she should tell me who she was first. She said that I had been calling her and that my number was all over her caller ID. I tried to explain that I was always getting calls from numbers I didn't know and that I was just trying to see who had been calling me so insistently. She said that I was making that up and that she KNEW that I was the one who was sleeping with her husband! I was like hold on crazy lady first off I you are the first person I have actually talked to from this number and second WHO IS YOUR HUSBAND? I think that may have been the wrong phrasing of that question because then I was first accused of sleeping with so many men that I couldn't remember one in particular then I was told that I knew damn well who CARMELLO was. I told her that I did not know anyone with that name but if she was really that concerned with who her husband was sleeping with she should be going after the cheater she married and not someone with the apparently idiotic idea that phone calls should be returned. I then hung up on her. That was the end of that.
Or so I thought. A few days later early in the morning, and by that I mean about 7 am, I get a phone call. It is this older sounding woman. By that I mean not only did she sound like she and her voice both had wrinkles I felt like I could also hear the veils over her head and smell the old lady perfume, and hear her lighting candles for my soul. Why the drama? She proceeded after waking me up at this unholy hour during tech week to tell me that I should be ashamed of myself for what I was doing. That I should not only consider the feelings and lives of others that I was ruining but my own soul with all of the sins that I was committing. At first I was still in a half sleep and had no idea what on earth she was babbling about then I realized she was probably the crazy lady's mother or something trying to get me to see the error of my ways and leave her daughters husband alone. I tried to explain to this lady as well (mostly for fear that she was going to put some kind of curse on me) that she had it wrong and that I had no idea who this man was and would never intentionally help anyone cheat. She said that intentions didn't matter and that since it has continued passed finding out about his wife original ignorance does not matter. She also said that lying about it would only compound the sinning. I told her that I obviously was not going to change her mind about this and hung up. I got a few more calls from the daughter over the next couple of weeks then noting.
A few months later I got a call mid-day from some number I didn't recognize. I didn't think too much about it since I had saved the number as a don't answer. Some lady asked to speak to my mother. I guess my voice is a lot lower when I am half asleep. I asked who she was looking for and she asked my mothers name. I said it was none of her business and that this was my cell phone and wanted to know what she wanted. She said that she knew the affair was still going on and that she demanded that it stop or she would find some way to make me pay. I told her that if she was going to keep being that blind and stupid it was fine by me. I suggested that she get a divorce but I really didn't care. I told her that if I ever herd from her or her witch-woman mother again I was going to call the police and had a record of how many times she had called me and had recorded them to turn over as evidence of harassment. I have not heard from her since.
I felt a little bad for her situation but that doesn't give her the right to throw her crazy all over me.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
I think you have the wrong number!
So I am having some problems sleeping I fell asleep earlier trying to read then woke up about an hour ago. Now I have done some dishes, caught up on a friends blog, checked my e-mail, saw how many people have apparently absentee voted on facebook (since the poling places are not open until 7 am), and have now decided to write some more.
So as I was reading my friends blog, there was a funny story and in part of it she asked why things of that nature always seem to happen to her. I think we all have moments like that about certain types of things. Whether you are the kid who always trips over everything (me), knocks things over in public, have things spilled on you or spill on others or yourself all the time, have really bad luck, have really stupid things happen all the time (again me), car constantly breaks down (I used to ALWAYS lock my keys in) or whatever it is, I feel like people have patterns. One of mine is having really stupid things happen to me all of the time.
So back in high school I was on the swimming and water polo teams. I really liked the water and hanging out with the friends I had made on the team. They assigned us all lockers in sections based on the team you were on. The swimmers all had the area by the showers, the soccer team was on the opposite side from us near the hand dryers (I only remember because I talked to some of them) but all of the teams were bunched off. All of the regular PE lockers which were smaller were scattered around the locker room. They tried not to put anyone other than swimmers under the swimmers lockers because our stuff would drip and get theirs all wet. For the same reason we kept our stuff in our gym bags and left them on the pool deck where we could watch them. Plus that way we didn't have to unpack and re pack all the time. Each year during water polo season they checked us out a bag that had our corresponding number on it in the school colors to keep our stuff in. I still think it was funny that I was 9 and one of the girls I spent the most time with was 6. This is relevant to the story. I will get there in a minute.
She and I also both loved Old Navy and were about the same size. We both had the same pair of dark rinse boot cut jeans that we wore all of the time. I think I may have had at least three pair. I was really excited that year because the jean places had started having "long" available in most sizes of pants so I didn't have to wear "high waters" anymore. Anyone who saw the long would have known they were mine. Or anyone who can tell the difference between a 6 and a 9 on a bag. So one day we were out swimming laps like any other day. The boys were in the pool too and we were all harassing each other like normal. Well apparently my friend and one of the boys were bugging each other a little too much but I wasn't really paying that much attention.
So practice was done and we all went and showered and I would take forever and was usually one of the last ones out because I would take my time and talk and brush my hair, sometimes under the hand dryer until it was dry and straight. So the coach had already locked the pool deck and taken off because there were still other teams there so we weren't alone. So most of the team had left with the exception of a couple of us. I was just about finished drying off and going to get dressed when I looked in my bag and realized my pants were gone! I was freaking out! I couldn't leave with no pants! I was just a sophomore and didn't think about driving home in my towel and a shirt to get pants before our Mock Trial meeting. So I start yelling about my pants and one of the girls starts laughing and tells me that the boy that my other friend was going back and forth with got ticked and threw her pants on the roof! Apparently that boy didn't know the difference between a 6 and a 9 or anything about "long" pants! But wait! I remembered the coach had also already locked pool deck area! I then had to put my towel around myself, with my top on and run around campus where most of the other teams had just been released, (including the wrestling and football teams!) to find security to unlock the pool deck to get my pants! In later years I would just go home that way because I was just going to shower at home anyway and didn't care, but being forced to while trying to get your pants off the roof when you still do care is not ok!!! Random crap like this where all things have to be just right are what I feel like happen all the time in my life. The kind that make you go, "how the.... what.... who.... ugh!... *sigh*... fine."
Well off to try and sleep again. We have another 10/12 today.
So as I was reading my friends blog, there was a funny story and in part of it she asked why things of that nature always seem to happen to her. I think we all have moments like that about certain types of things. Whether you are the kid who always trips over everything (me), knocks things over in public, have things spilled on you or spill on others or yourself all the time, have really bad luck, have really stupid things happen all the time (again me), car constantly breaks down (I used to ALWAYS lock my keys in) or whatever it is, I feel like people have patterns. One of mine is having really stupid things happen to me all of the time.
So back in high school I was on the swimming and water polo teams. I really liked the water and hanging out with the friends I had made on the team. They assigned us all lockers in sections based on the team you were on. The swimmers all had the area by the showers, the soccer team was on the opposite side from us near the hand dryers (I only remember because I talked to some of them) but all of the teams were bunched off. All of the regular PE lockers which were smaller were scattered around the locker room. They tried not to put anyone other than swimmers under the swimmers lockers because our stuff would drip and get theirs all wet. For the same reason we kept our stuff in our gym bags and left them on the pool deck where we could watch them. Plus that way we didn't have to unpack and re pack all the time. Each year during water polo season they checked us out a bag that had our corresponding number on it in the school colors to keep our stuff in. I still think it was funny that I was 9 and one of the girls I spent the most time with was 6. This is relevant to the story. I will get there in a minute.
She and I also both loved Old Navy and were about the same size. We both had the same pair of dark rinse boot cut jeans that we wore all of the time. I think I may have had at least three pair. I was really excited that year because the jean places had started having "long" available in most sizes of pants so I didn't have to wear "high waters" anymore. Anyone who saw the long would have known they were mine. Or anyone who can tell the difference between a 6 and a 9 on a bag. So one day we were out swimming laps like any other day. The boys were in the pool too and we were all harassing each other like normal. Well apparently my friend and one of the boys were bugging each other a little too much but I wasn't really paying that much attention.
So practice was done and we all went and showered and I would take forever and was usually one of the last ones out because I would take my time and talk and brush my hair, sometimes under the hand dryer until it was dry and straight. So the coach had already locked the pool deck and taken off because there were still other teams there so we weren't alone. So most of the team had left with the exception of a couple of us. I was just about finished drying off and going to get dressed when I looked in my bag and realized my pants were gone! I was freaking out! I couldn't leave with no pants! I was just a sophomore and didn't think about driving home in my towel and a shirt to get pants before our Mock Trial meeting. So I start yelling about my pants and one of the girls starts laughing and tells me that the boy that my other friend was going back and forth with got ticked and threw her pants on the roof! Apparently that boy didn't know the difference between a 6 and a 9 or anything about "long" pants! But wait! I remembered the coach had also already locked pool deck area! I then had to put my towel around myself, with my top on and run around campus where most of the other teams had just been released, (including the wrestling and football teams!) to find security to unlock the pool deck to get my pants! In later years I would just go home that way because I was just going to shower at home anyway and didn't care, but being forced to while trying to get your pants off the roof when you still do care is not ok!!! Random crap like this where all things have to be just right are what I feel like happen all the time in my life. The kind that make you go, "how the.... what.... who.... ugh!... *sigh*... fine."
Well off to try and sleep again. We have another 10/12 today.
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