lokischild

listening to garbage
so i've had an interesting week, to say the least.
i've been dealing with some really queer customers at work. i've been hit on a few times in just the past week. but i did meet this really cool old school biker. he's got 2 half sleeves that are pretty phenomenal, and he saw one of my tattoos, and we were talking for about a half hour. a couple people that i haven't seen in years came into the store too. so that was pretty cool. then one of my friends just randomly shows up. she had decided she wanted to visit me.
but this one woman i work with is driving me fucking insane. everytime she opens her mouth she just makes herself sound more and more like an idiot. a blathering idiot who is completely oblivious to the fact that everyone she works with loathes her. we're all pretty sure she's putting something up her nose when she goes into the bathroom every 45 minutes. she never does half the crap that she's supposed to do, and instead spends her time writing notes to the boss. which he has told her not to do, like 12 times. we're suppose to get out about quarter after 12. last night i didn't get out till about 20 of 1, and she was still in there, counting her drawer. i really hope she either quits or gets fired. soon. or i will take her behind the store, tie her up (not in a good way) and leave her there.
and. i almost got a ticket the other night. i was following the fucking retard i work with so that she wouldn't get pulled over because her car isn't registered, and she's already been pulled over for it. so we're driving along, and i see lights go on behind me. bright red and blue ones. so i pull over, get my license out and start looking for the registration, wondering what the fuck i was pulled over for. i'm driving my mom's car, mind you. so the cop comes up, asks for my license, registration, and proof of insurance (the latter 2 being hidden in an envelope containing every piece of documentation about that car that mom has ever recieved). then tells me that the registration sticker on the car says that the registration expired in february. i explain to him (as i'm still looking for the fucking paperwork) that it's my mother's car, and that she handles everything with the registration. i don't know anything about it. i finally find the registration, and give it to him, still looking for insurance card. he says "just as i suspected, it's expired. where are you coming from?" so i tell him that i work at cumberland farms, and i'm just going home from work. i finally find an insurance card and give it to him. he looks at the card and tells me that it expired this past december. so i apologize, and start looking again for the correct insurance card, and explain to him, once again, that it's my mother's car, she doesn't clean out the envelope too often, so the small card is a bit difficult to find. he says "So you're driving an unregistered car, with no insurance." just then, i find the correct insurance card, hand it to him with a smile and in the sweetest voice i can muster, i say, "Oh, no officer. Like I told you, my mom never cleans this out. There are about 3 or 4 insurance cards in here." he looks at it, and (knowing that the car is indeed registered, because cops have to run the plate when they pull you over) says, "well. if i run the registration, i'm pretty sure it would come up expired, but then i would have to give you a ticket. so i'll let you go home now, but don't drive the car again until it gets registered. and if i see you driving this car unregistered again, i'll give you a ticket and tow the car." fucking small town cops. they don't have any real crime to fight, so they just look for reasons to fuck with people they don't like the looks of. this has been a problem in my town more than once. one other cop was just pulling over people (mostly teenagers and college students) for absolutely no reason, and looking for ways to give people tickets. he had the highest ticket count for 6 months running, in the entire state of connecticut. eventually, so many people complained about him, that there was a civil lawsuit against him. if they want to be such big bad cops, why don't they go somewhere where there's real crime, and try and fight that?
but! it doesn't matter!
the other day, i heard a knock on my front door, so i answered it. it was the last person i would ever expect to see on my front steps. almost 10 years ago, my mom was a juvenile p.o. and one of her cases was this kid paul. he and his family were illegals from brazil, and he had gotten into a lot of trouble. his mom ended up getting deported while he was in juvie, so he came to live with us. in the next few years he became my big brother, my sister's best friend and confidant, and the son my mom had always wanted.then one of his brothers started causing trouble for us, and eventually, paul's was named his legal guardian, and he disappeared from my life. a few years ago, mom found out that he had been deported back to brazil after getting in a bunch more trouble. then 2 days ago, i open my door, and there he is. apparently a couple years ago, he made it over the mexican border, and moved to the midwest. i was able to hang out and talk with him for a couple hours, and we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. hopefully we'll be able to stay in touch this time.
so. that's been my week so far. and really, i'm still so happy about seeing paul that i could cry. i've missed him so much over the years. he's been better family to me than some of my blood family.

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