Meeting of the Monster

He's a monster but one that doesn't like to be confronted.  I thought he was gone at least for an hour and I took the recycling out along with the daily garbage bag that's known as Precious' litter.  Sure enough, his company truck appears in the alley and I thought What for?  What did you steal now, weirdo?  It kept going.  It doesn't take me long to put three items in recycling and the garbage can.  Did he really think I wanted to talk to him?  I watched him drive down the alley like a little bitch and if his vision is good, he would see that I waved at him with one finger.  

That's the thing with him.  He can be bold and crazy and the next minute he will run if he sees you.  What did he think I was going to do?  Throw Precious' litter at his head for what he did the other night?  I'm mad but I don't even want to look at him.  He's a waste of space.

I was mad at myself for not taking off and feeling so tired but it turned out ok.  Most people are on their vacations or have time off and I could gain some ground.  I'll be working with our new person so it's a good opportunity for me to play catch up and even if I don't?  Someone new with possibilities might provide some relief from this tired feeling I have all the time.  I kind of feel like this will be better.  I am hopeful.

As far as the monster goes?  No.  I told someone about him when I got asked about my Christmas. I said I'm going to stand outside his window and scream during New Year's Eve.  I'll be in jail but after four years of this?  I might be ok with it.  I've been pushed far enough.

And the judge in his case that got dismissed is running for Supreme Court in the state.  Sounds about right.  

Needless to say, my mom has been watching anything but the news and I'm ok with it.  She told me that the tangerine man wanted to turn over the sentences commuted last week.  Sigh.  

Awful people make me tired.  

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