Blurting – Part 1
Because I have to get it all off my chest. . . you may not be able to follow this, and I have no clue how to write it so it will make sense, so it’s going to be a rambling, dumping mess of bullshit. . . .because it is all sitting right there, on my chest, heavy, just waiting for an anxiety attack, and I can’t take it anymore. The Cowboy doesn’t have a job. Let me start at the beginning. . .The Cowboy lost his job in April, just after we’d gotten back together after our two week hiatus, or whatever you want to call it. He got fired for attendance reasons. . . he had the time available to him to take, he just didn’t follow proper call-in procedure in order to take the time, so after 3 times, they fired him. They told him he is eligible for rehire in September, and he is planning on going back then. But in the meantime, he needs another job. He got a job a couple days after being fired from the last one. He hated it. He complained about having to go there, about how dirty the place was, about how ridiculous it was to stand around for hours doing nothing, then them expecting you to come in on Saturdays after they’ve sent you home during the week because they didn’t have enough for you to do. I would have to agree, it does seem ridiculous, but I just suggested that he look for something else, while urging him not to quit that one before he found something else. He got into it with his supervisor one day and walked out. He called me and told me, prefacing it with, “I don’t want you to be mad but. . . .” I wasn’t mad, just concerned, because he had given up his rental and moved in with me, and I can’t afford to support him for forever. I had given him until June to start paying his portion of stuff, trying to be nice, so he could get back on track after getting fired from “the good job”. So, he walked off of the crappy job, went back to the temp agency, and after a week or so the only thing they could offer him in his line of work was a job being on-call 24/7 for a local food company. I told him it was up to him, but if it was me, there’s no way I would get into a job like that. You never know how many hours you’re going to get, and leaves you sitting around waiting to be called all the time. He decided I was probably right, and it wasn’t a good idea. They called again the next day and left a message on his phone telling him to go to another place the following Tuesday. He didn’t return their call and ask any questions, because we were picking his son up at the time, and his son’s mother had already agreed to letting him keep his son the entire week. I thought it was important for him to spend the time with his son, and he wanted to keep him so we could all attend a rodeo which was being held the following weekend. So, he didn’t go to the job on that Tuesday. He didn’t call the agency that morning either and tell them he wouldn’t be going. So last week he went to another temp agency, and they got him a job at another local manufacturing place. It’s doing something he’s never before, and he doesn’t particularly care for it, but he was going, until Friday. Friday morning he accidentally locked himself out of the house. I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t answering my text messages, and I felt like something was wrong. He had the car keys, and could’ve driven to a friend’s house, but he was in his sleep shorts and slippers, with no shirt on, so he just hung out at the house all day. If he had driven to the friend’s house, he would’ve found out I had just put a set of keys in the garage the previous evening for emergencies like that. Talk about ironies. . . anyway, he didn’t call in on Friday, and decided he would just show up this morning and tell them what happened. (I had urged him to call on Friday and let them know, but he didn’t.) So right now I am sitting here, wondering what happened, guessing they let him go to work, since he hasn’t returned any of my text messages. I told you this was going to be a rambling, insane mess!!