No word from Lewis after the date. That was in November, I
haven’t spoken to him since the date.
I had been spending every free minute I had online looking
for a job. I had hoped that at some point, something would give, don’t you
think? I got a call from a man who lived in Pasadena. He was looking for a
caregiver to take care of him at night. If it were not for the fact that he lived
so far away, that would have been the perfect job for me because I was looking
for night gigs. Something that would allow me to pursue acting in the day time.
Fat and old or not. Kiss my *ss Lewis! The man wanted to see me for an
interview. I am not a big fan of interviews. I’d rather go on a first date than
an interview, given a choice. Alas, beggers can’t be choosers. He wanted to see
me the following day.
I had applied for tickets to a Game Show that morning. I
apply for so many things that I can’t even obsess over what I apply for, just
apply and move on. If you get it, great! If not, oh well! I got a call from the
Show literally as soon as I hung up from the Client. They had tickets for two
show tapings, one was going to be the following day, the day of the interview
and one the day after. I had a strong feeling about going to the show the
following day. But I had committed to the interview! What to do! Man was home,
(he was always home whenever I was there) he always contributed to my telephone
conversations and skype conversations which I find to be very rude. He listens
to my side of the conversation and, from that, deduces what the other person
must have said and screams to the top of his voice, responding to what he
thinks what the other person is saying TO ME! Not you, foo! Hate it!
I ended up rescheduling the interview for after the Show. I
called the client back, he was cool with that. I had to be in costume for the
Game show in case I get picked as a contestant. Man had heard most of the
teleconversation, he was inspired to try on a few costumes from his huge
collection. He lent me a a costume and hair. If not, I would’ve gone in scrubs.
I was so excited!
The following morning, I got ready for the show, and took
with me a change of clothes for the interview which was going to be right after
the show and more than an hour ago, I didn’t have that much time in between. The
show was a ton of fun, sad to see people so desperate to win prizes. A lesbian
couple next to me only had $5 in their name. They hoped to win some money or
something, if not, they only had the $5 for gas. That was rough. Alas, they
weren’t even called to compete. Oh well. All audience members won A night in a
luxurious hotel in Vegas an got a ticket for two for a Cirque du Soleil show in Vegas. That never
happens! Audience members never win on that show. So guess who’s going to
Vegas? Tickets are valid until October 2014. I haven’t made up my mind when I
am going and who I am going to go with. I want to make a vacation of it, since
I have only been to Vegas for five seconds.
Straight from the show, I headed to Pasadena for the
interview. I was in heels all day, lots of walking, jumping up and down at the
show, dancing etc. My feet were not chuffed with me at all that day! The client
was a nice white man. He sounded black the entire time on the phone haha. He
told me he had a few other people to interview after me. He would let me know
the following week if I got it or not.
A few days later, I went to bed early (as usual), I got a
call from the client, he wanted to know if I could help him out that night. His
caregiver didn’t show up. I checked the GPS, it said I could be there in an
hour. I told him and quickly ran to the shower. I lost my nice, semi circular
Gold stud I had gotten as a gift a few
years ago. It slipped off my ear and went down the drain in the shower. That
dampened my spirits. I ran to the stop, missed the bus while waiting for the
light to go green, missed another one while walking towards the station,
because I didn’t want to waste more time idling at the bust stop. Well, I
wasted even more because I ended up having to walk all the way to the station,
more than 20 minutes. That totally sucked. My entire body was itching and
tingling, that thing that happens to me sometimes when I walk. Sadly, I don’t
know why triggers it. It makes me really miserable. As if I wasn’t depressed
enough after losing my ear ring. I finally got to the station just in time for
the train. Train was late, or not! It never showed. The following train was
going to be in twenty minutes, that didn’t show up either! My gosh! WTF! This
is not even my first day at work and I am messing up so much. I hate being
late! #Don’tBeTardyForTheParty I was making such a lousy impression, I don’t
the guy was even going to offer me the job.
Eventually, the train showed up. People were dying at the
station, we were all so late! The client was kind enough to send his friend to
pick me up from the station. I had to take one more train after the one that
was late. So I was there after two hours. Fun! Not. The client has a bed in the
living room where the Caregivers can sleep while he sleeps. He has a baby
monitor to call us whenever he needs us. He asked me if I am a light sleeper. I
am not. I definitely didn’t think I was going to wake up at all that night after
such a long, depressing day. I had my phone on LOUD just in case I didn’t hear
him trying to wake me up cos he can’t walk.
The night went out smoothly, I got paid that morning for the
night as I wasn’t officially working for him, just filling in. He was still to
make his final decision and let me know. It was nice to make some money for a
change.
I went straight to bed when I got home, thirty minutes
later, Man’s ex came by. He had the TV on full blast, the doors and windows
wide open. For a change. I woke up to the ex asking him why he had the TV so
loud when someone was sleeping in the room. He didn’t give a sh*t. I just woke
up. I couldn’t sleep anymore, there was too much commotion.
I kept looking for rooms online for the following month
(December). Nothing came of it. I was running out of time, the only offer I had
was Speed’s. Or I could continue staying at Man’s. That was a no no! So
basically, I had two crappy choices. I reluctantly went with Speed. His space
was bigger and he had a job.
Speed’s then roommate moved out before the end of November.
Speed told me I could move in early if I wanted, he would help me move. I only
had my clothes and a microwave, which is what we used to prepare out meals as
Man didn’t have a stove.
I got the job and started working while still at Man’s. He
had a prostitute (literally) over every night I worked, so when I got home in
the morning, around 9-10, she would still be there. Different prostitutes. It
seemed to me as though he had moved someone else in who wasn’t paying rent.
Where was she sleeping? I cringe when I even think about it. I had to get out.
I asked Speed to move me. I offered to pay him gas money or something, he
refused, oh well. I told him that I would be home around 10, pack, then tell
him when I was ready for him to pick me up. He texted me around 9:30. He was
outside the apartment! I wasn’t even home then! I didn’t get that! I was supposed
to tell him when I was ready for him to pick me up, I don’t get why he couldn’t
wait for my call or call me when he was on his way there instead of surprising
me before I even got home.
When I get home, I always knock first before I open up just
to ensure there aren’t any surprises awaiting on the inside. I did the same
that morning. Someone came to open the door. One of Man’s lady friends. The had
been there for the past three days. The last time I saw her, they had just
taken a shower together, Man was massaging her feet, they were both chilling on
the couch. Romantic! Very romantic! She opened up and followed me to the
bathroom. That was my first stop. I wanted to start moving stuff from there.
She followed me there and thanked me for getting there when I did because Man
just tried to rape her. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? She was reeking of alcohol. This is 10
o’clock in the morning! She told me that he took off her underwear and wouldn’t
give it back to her. She also told me that he had offered her a place to stay
in exchange for sex. Nice! Very smooth Man! You’re gonna have special deals
with other people and move them into our place without my consent. What the
heck is that? What about me? What’s in it for me? She told me that she didn’t
feel like sex that morning, so he wasn’t very happy about that. I was like, I
am not getting involved, last time I saw you guys, yall were all smiles, had
just taken a romantic shower together, he was rubbing your feet. Plus you guys
had a deal, I wasn’t there when that deal was made, AND I’m moving out, so
whatever happens here doesn’t concern me. Maybe you should move in officially
and be his roommate because he sure is gonna need one after today! She told me
that she wanted to leave but didn’t have bus fare. Well, tell that to Obama cos
Obama Cares! The interesting thing is that Man was online doing a phone
interview while this all happened. He didn’t at all look like someone who just
tried to rape someone to me. He was on the couch in the midst of an interview,
shirtless, she was fully dressed and free to run if she wanted to. At least in
my opinion. After the interview, I told him I was moving out. While I was
talking to him, the lady snuck out. He was like, ‘where is she? Did she leave?
F*ck!’ He ran after her. I sent Speed a text, he didn’t want Man to know that I
was moving to his place. Apparently they know each other. I don’t know why
Speed wanted to keep this a secret, but oh well. I called and told him that
they were out there, to be careful.
After a while, I got a text from Speed telling me that he
was still out there. I started moving stuff to the car. He was soooooo mad. He
was grumbling, and cursing. I was like, why are you so mad? I never told you to
come get me, I wasn’t ready yet, you’re the one who chose to come super early
Did I mention he’s hard hearing? Well.....
Finally, I got my stuff in the car, we drove off, he was
complaining the entire time. I knew I would’ve been better off doing ten loads
on the bus! He told me I never warned him that I had so much stuff, I told him
I only had a couple of bags. Uhm, I
never said that. Why would I say that when I know I have way more than a
couple of bags. He looked at me and assumed that I must be the kind of girl who
only has a couple of girls, sorry, Speedy, you’re wrong! He went to the gas
station, I insisted on paying, and I paid! After paying for gas, he pulled up
on the side and was like, do you have something to tell me? I told him, nah,
thanks, I’m good. He said, don’t you think that was unfair, to make me wait out
there all this time blah blah blah. I went over it again, explaining to him
that I never told him to go there that early. I even showed him the texts. He
ended up apologising, he misunderstood. He tried to kiss me in the mouth to
make up for the misunderstanding, I was like, WTF? What are you doing? He ‘didn’t
hear me’.
