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2008-07-07 - 6:12 p.m.
She sent met this facebook message today: "Hey [Ninja]! I am sorry to bother you with the questions that I am about to ask, but I would really appreciate it if you could help answer them for me. First, I don't know if you are aware of this already or not but [Quint] and I have been dating this past spring and through the summer. I know he has been in a rehab facility from May 19 to at least the end of June. I last heard from him on the last Sunday of June. It has been a while since I have talked to him, so I have become worried about him. His close friend [Geoff] told one of my friends that [Quint] had been released. When I didn't hear from [Quint] this last Sunday I started to worry even more. My grandma has suddenly become ill and I just changed my major to High School English. These two shifts in my life have been overwhelming and I would really like to talk about them with [Quint]. If you know of any way I could contact him or if he has been released from rehab would you please let me know. You have been my last option because I didn't want to get you involved. I don't know what else to do. Best wishes with your teaching career in Colorado and I hope to hear from you." Um, how does "no, I will not give you, you rabid bitchbeast, any information about my brother" sound to you, there Babs? I don't want to be a bitch, but Quint told me yesterday on the phone that he has a date this weekend with a gal he met in rehab. Maybe he was lying, my brother is not exactly known for his truthfulness. But whether he's lying or not, the fact that Babs has no idea how to contact him and no clue even where he is, is a pretty good sign that Quint wants to cut the strings. I'm very sorry her grandmother is sick (Babs is unusually close to the woman), but changing your major is not that huge of a life change. Sorry. I really, really don't want to give her any information, but unlike some people, I have a distinct aversion to lying. I can do little white lies and not tell the whole truth, but to tell a bald faced lie is something I cannot do. So, I can't tell her I don't know how to get a hold of my brother and I can't tell her I don't know where he is. Even more than that, though, I can't tell her that I think she's a hell bitch and I never want her speaking to my brother again. She was part of his old life - the angry, drug and alcohol abusing part. In fact, I'm pretty sure she spurred a lot of his drunken tirades (a fight with her, plus all the alcohol he had consumed, led him to flee in his pickup the night he went to jail for DUI). This shouldn't be such a conundrum, but I really wish she hadn't put me in the situation. I can't just not respond and I can't tell her anything specific about my brother. I could just call Quint, he recently got a cell phone. But I really don't want to bring her up to him. He seems to be getting better, he really does. He's called me numerous times, he actually says "I love you" and "Thank you" before we hang up (I don't know if my brother ever said "I love you" to me before. He always said it to Spice, but not in recent memory has he said it to me. Until now, that is), he's trying hard to do things right. It's not like he forgot that she exists, he did contact her a week and a day ago, of course. Ugh, I just can't seem to bring myself to let her know he has a cell phone, though. Damn this protective instinct. I'm probably not even protecting him, but I just want her as far away from him as possible. She's no good for him and he's no good for her. Maybe she's good arm candy, the girl is very, very pretty, but no, no, no. She can be some other guy's psycho hood ornament. And by the way, as I'm reading this message from her again, who the hell is Geoff? His "close friend"? Never heard of the mofo in my life. Maybe a rehab buddy. I should just give her the number, but I keep thinking that Quint would call her if he really wanted to talk to her. Before that bomb released my pent up, chronic worry about Quint, I actually had quite the crazy day. Things were nutzo at work with the staff. Douchebag FINALLY GOT FIRED!!!! Our boss, Pearl, was on vacation so they had to call the city parks manager in to do it, so you'd better believe it's official and permanent this time. The straw that finally broke the camel's back was that Douchebag called a female staffer a racial slur and pushed her to the ground in front of the entire camp of kids. I saw it happen, but I didn't hear the slur. I had about four kids crawling on me at the time, but I saw Douchebag and Lane goofing around out of the corner of my eye. Then I heard Lane yell "Don't! Stop it, Douchebag!" in a voice that indicated she was no longer kidding around and turned around in time to see him shove her. He's gone, though, and good riddance. His good buddy D, who works with the little kid camp, had said last time Douchebag almost got fired that he would have walked out with him, if Douchebag had been fired or had chosen to quit. We all thought that was really stupid. And guess what, it did look really, really dumb when D walked out the door an hour after Douchebag was fired. He tried to come back later, spouting some story about how he was sick of the "hypocritcal bullshit" at work, citing how Bossman and I hold hands and carry on a romance in front of the kids without getting in trouble. Um, say WHAT?! How the fuck did I get involved? This happened last time, too! Douchebag is just so eager to drag someone else down with him. I get a nice little smack in the fact for doing NOTHING! Okay, any one can see that his allegation is totally ridiculous. It's laughable. In fact, after my initial reaction of "WHAT THE FUCK?!", I laughed really hard when Bossman told me. Bossman and I are friends, yes. We get along well, yes. The kids like to tease us about "liking" each other, yes. But come on! All you have to know are these things: 1. Bossman just went away for the weekend with a girl he's in a relationship with. I just think it's funny. Go ahead and quit, D. Have fun with unemployment with Douchebag. |
