Saturday, February 26, 2011
It's Like A Black Hole
I swear, that place...it’s a magnet for destruction. It attracts losers and problem people and causes them to make the stupidest decisions ever. We have a small park behind where I work and we get a lot of construction people who stay for a few weeks to a few months at a time. Sometimes they stay for a year or two. Recently, we got a married couple in. The husband does some sort of construction and the wife is, apparently, very bored.
So, she comes up and hangs out at work with us all day. That’s fine. She doesn’t really disrupt and she can be funny. Bitch promised her a job there, which is laughable because Bitch has no power or say in the place, she just thinks she does. And this girl figured that out real quick when the promise did not come through.
Anyway, this girl...let’s call her Harmony...is a recovering drug addict. Now, she says recovering although as far as I’m concerned, she’s still a drug addict because she can’t make it through the day without smoking pot. But, as with many of them, pot is not, according to them, a drug. Sure. She struggles but she’s been doing good staying off the “hard” stuff even though she can easily get it there.
So let’s fast forward to now. She has decided, because she’s been hanging out with Bitch, PH and GrumpyFuck, that she no longer likes her husband, of 10 years, and when his job is over, she’s going to go back to her state, get her car and come back out to Miami to live.
With PH.
OMG.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
PH is a piece of shit. He’s an attention whore, he’s a user, he’s selfish and he does the hard drugs.
Wow, what a fucking great idea, Harmony! Take all of that hard work and fucking flush it down the toilet because I guarantee you, one week with PH, she’ll be a fucking hard drug addict again. And her life is about to be fucking ruined, destroyed, fucked up.
What the hell is it about these people? It’s like evil, luring in the weak, pretending to be their friend only so that they can use and abuse the person and throw them to the side. It’s not the first time and I guess, according to these plans, it’s not the last.
What’s sad is that even though Harmony does still smoke pot, I was proud of her for resisting the hard drugs. PH and Bitch do drugs. GrumpyFuck smokes pot and gets mad at PH for supplying the other drugs to his wife, Bitch, (that’s a drama all in itself which we get to witness from time to time at work), and now they have encircled Harmony, who has really worked at it for I think she said 2-3 years to stay drug free, (sans pot), and now, she’s going to fuck up her life again. Hang out with losers, live with a loser and dump what she had.
Her excuse for leaving her husband? She doesn’t like him telling her what to do. Ok. Just wait until you hang out with PH. He’s a fucking asshole. He not only orders his “women” around, he tells them what to do, when to do it, how to do it, where, and sometimes, if he gets really pissed off, he likes to hit them.
Good choice, Harmony! Fanfuckingtastic choice.
I overheard her and PH talking one day at work and PH was saying something about how people always warn others to stay away from him.
There’s a fucking reason for that!
Last night, as I was walking towards my car, I saw her and PH hugging, quite affectionately. Jeezus, I did not want to see that. They saw me see them so I did a small wave which wasn’t much of a wave because I had my keys in my hand and Harmony took it as me wagging my finger at them like, “No, no no!” So she came over and wanted to know why I was telling them, “no”. Guilty conscious much? I said I was waving and she started talking about it and I do NOT want to be involved in this so I said, “Hey, whatever” and got in my car and left.
Apparently the construction workers in the park are also talking about it. Great. Here comes the drama!
So, whatever. We get to watch Harmony destroy her life and I guarandamntee you there is going to be serious drama about this in the near future. It’s inevitable.
All I can do is continue to look at my goal, my plan and look at photos of where I want to be and work hard towards that. I cannot wait to have the means, (and I mean by my standards), to get the fuck out of there.
It’s about to get really nasty around there.
