I'd just like to let everyone who comes here to read my blog to know that I will not be only posting bitch-rants about my exes. This is just a beginning. Believe me, I have much more to share. Such as:
Hubster is in the construction business. He lays brick, block and stone and is damn good at it. For the past week, he has been planning to FINALLY start on a side job (one where he does the work either himself and gets a paycheck all to himself or if it's a larger job, hires fellow workers for a certain pay out of what he gets for the job) that had been offered to him months ago.
Here's one of the idiocracies (Yes, a real word. Plain and simple definition: stupid or idiotic things) about him. This man considers anyone and everyone who will have a beer with him a buddy, a friend, and will respect them to no end. (Even if it's a son-of-a-bitch ex-boss who took thousands of dollars out of his paycheck over many, many years in the form of Social Security AND Child Support then... never... sent... it... in... with the last name Stroder who may have been reported to the IRS by an anonymous source and within a year had everything taken from him and his family by this government and is now bankrupt and cannot get or keep a job because everyone around knows he's a liar, a cheat and a thief. No, he never got any of that money back and I'm sure he never will.) Oh, wow. That was a hell of a rant, right? Anyhoo... in other words, he's quite loyal to ya, IF you have a dick. Don't ask. We'll get to that some other time, okay? I promise.
Almost every man he has ever worked with is a "buddy", so to speak, unless that guy is lazy, whiny or just too dumb to comprehend the work. His phone contact list has more people than I have "family". The guy that is his boss, the one right under the owner (as there's not many in a small company) is a guy he's known for many years and has hung out with many times on one of those "guy's nights", sometimes too intoxicated to come home. (Yes, I do not like that guy.) I also do not like him because I have a strange feeling that he is underhanded and sneaky, and hubster does NOT get it. There have been SO many occasions where this guy would take hubster out drinking, and when hubster drinks... not only does he talk A LOT but he talks out of his ass, and ALL his buddies know this. I am sure he does this on a regular basis to get whatever information he possibly can to use against him in any way. For example, there was a time when hubster was upset with the owner and was considering quitting. The very next day, the owner magically knew about it and called hubster to make sure he was coming in to work the next day. Another example went exactly the same way as the first example. Seeing a pattern here? I was, too. I have tried to explain it all to him, in as simple a way as I could, yet nothing. Why? Because this is a man, and men can be trusted. Well, he hasn't actually said that, per se, but this is what I have assumed for quite some time, 4 years, now.
Here's one more example which JUST happened this week. It was a Friday, and they weren't supposed to be working the next day, Saturday, and surely not on a Sunday. He got off work at 11am due to freezing temperature and that guy didn't get off work for a couple or so more hours, but after hubster came home for about an hour, then he had to leave to do some stuff for that side job he planned for this weekend. That guy tried to get him to stay and work more, but I'm sure hubster told him he had to go do something having to with that side job and that he planned on starting it this weekend, which made that guy call and call, to do his usual thing. (Let me add, this guy is like a crazy ex-girlfriend. He will call over and over and over, at any hour of the day or night, even all weekend long just to talk to him and constantly try to convince hubster to come to the bar, or come to his house. And once he's got him there, hubster is helpless to stay and drink until too drunk to leave. I fucking hate that guy. Yes, hubster has a part in this game and is also to blame which, trust me, I let him know!) Obviously, while hubster was out and about, doing his thing, he answered the phone while that guy was calling him, probably just to shut him up. I don't know for sure. (Another guess I have about hubster, is men have some kind of magical affect in their voices upon him. I sure can't get any sort of response out of him like a talking man can. *shrug* As soon as a man speaks, he has no control over himself and will do whatever they say. It's MAGIC!) Of course, hubster ended up going and hanging out with him and some of the other buddies and didn't get home until almost 9pm even though he'd said he wanted to hurry up and get back home. (Mmm hmm.) When he arrived, he was pretty lit up. He, then, told me that suddenly they have to work tomorrow. On a Saturday. When the temperature will not get above freezing until almost noon. (When it's freezing temperature or below, they can't lay anything with mud, or grout as most people call it. You can, but it takes a certain kind of additive to keep it from freezing and it's not cheap, plus it's just miserable as hell to work in those conditions.) I asked him if he'd told that guy about his side job. Hubster paused a bit, which tells me he was thinking. Thinking of whether he tells me the truth or what else he could say, instead. (Pretty obvious when he's been drinking.) He said no. I think to myself "we shall see" as he will not remember this conversation tomorrow and I will try again. (I am so damn sneaky!)
When he comes from home from work today, he's pissed because they have to work Sunday. Keeping back the giggle, yet frustration at that guy, I ask, "Did you tell ------- about your side job this weekend?" To this, he replies "Well, yeah. Why?" Still holding back giggle/frustration, "Well, isn't that odd that he's known about your side job all along, yet it's up to him whether or not you all have to work and he decides to go ahead and make sure you are working on his job, instead?" Here, he turns into Scooby-Doo. You know, the tilted head, look of confusion and the "urrhhnn" sound. Once again, I have to just let it lay in his mind, hoping it sinks in... but, it just slides right back out of his ear. Maybe if I smack him hard enough....?
Hubster is in the construction business. He lays brick, block and stone and is damn good at it. For the past week, he has been planning to FINALLY start on a side job (one where he does the work either himself and gets a paycheck all to himself or if it's a larger job, hires fellow workers for a certain pay out of what he gets for the job) that had been offered to him months ago.
Here's one of the idiocracies (Yes, a real word. Plain and simple definition: stupid or idiotic things) about him. This man considers anyone and everyone who will have a beer with him a buddy, a friend, and will respect them to no end. (Even if it's a son-of-a-bitch ex-boss who took thousands of dollars out of his paycheck over many, many years in the form of Social Security AND Child Support then... never... sent... it... in... with the last name Stroder who may have been reported to the IRS by an anonymous source and within a year had everything taken from him and his family by this government and is now bankrupt and cannot get or keep a job because everyone around knows he's a liar, a cheat and a thief. No, he never got any of that money back and I'm sure he never will.) Oh, wow. That was a hell of a rant, right? Anyhoo... in other words, he's quite loyal to ya, IF you have a dick. Don't ask. We'll get to that some other time, okay? I promise.
Almost every man he has ever worked with is a "buddy", so to speak, unless that guy is lazy, whiny or just too dumb to comprehend the work. His phone contact list has more people than I have "family". The guy that is his boss, the one right under the owner (as there's not many in a small company) is a guy he's known for many years and has hung out with many times on one of those "guy's nights", sometimes too intoxicated to come home. (Yes, I do not like that guy.) I also do not like him because I have a strange feeling that he is underhanded and sneaky, and hubster does NOT get it. There have been SO many occasions where this guy would take hubster out drinking, and when hubster drinks... not only does he talk A LOT but he talks out of his ass, and ALL his buddies know this. I am sure he does this on a regular basis to get whatever information he possibly can to use against him in any way. For example, there was a time when hubster was upset with the owner and was considering quitting. The very next day, the owner magically knew about it and called hubster to make sure he was coming in to work the next day. Another example went exactly the same way as the first example. Seeing a pattern here? I was, too. I have tried to explain it all to him, in as simple a way as I could, yet nothing. Why? Because this is a man, and men can be trusted. Well, he hasn't actually said that, per se, but this is what I have assumed for quite some time, 4 years, now.
Here's one more example which JUST happened this week. It was a Friday, and they weren't supposed to be working the next day, Saturday, and surely not on a Sunday. He got off work at 11am due to freezing temperature and that guy didn't get off work for a couple or so more hours, but after hubster came home for about an hour, then he had to leave to do some stuff for that side job he planned for this weekend. That guy tried to get him to stay and work more, but I'm sure hubster told him he had to go do something having to with that side job and that he planned on starting it this weekend, which made that guy call and call, to do his usual thing. (Let me add, this guy is like a crazy ex-girlfriend. He will call over and over and over, at any hour of the day or night, even all weekend long just to talk to him and constantly try to convince hubster to come to the bar, or come to his house. And once he's got him there, hubster is helpless to stay and drink until too drunk to leave. I fucking hate that guy. Yes, hubster has a part in this game and is also to blame which, trust me, I let him know!) Obviously, while hubster was out and about, doing his thing, he answered the phone while that guy was calling him, probably just to shut him up. I don't know for sure. (Another guess I have about hubster, is men have some kind of magical affect in their voices upon him. I sure can't get any sort of response out of him like a talking man can. *shrug* As soon as a man speaks, he has no control over himself and will do whatever they say. It's MAGIC!) Of course, hubster ended up going and hanging out with him and some of the other buddies and didn't get home until almost 9pm even though he'd said he wanted to hurry up and get back home. (Mmm hmm.) When he arrived, he was pretty lit up. He, then, told me that suddenly they have to work tomorrow. On a Saturday. When the temperature will not get above freezing until almost noon. (When it's freezing temperature or below, they can't lay anything with mud, or grout as most people call it. You can, but it takes a certain kind of additive to keep it from freezing and it's not cheap, plus it's just miserable as hell to work in those conditions.) I asked him if he'd told that guy about his side job. Hubster paused a bit, which tells me he was thinking. Thinking of whether he tells me the truth or what else he could say, instead. (Pretty obvious when he's been drinking.) He said no. I think to myself "we shall see" as he will not remember this conversation tomorrow and I will try again. (I am so damn sneaky!)
When he comes from home from work today, he's pissed because they have to work Sunday. Keeping back the giggle, yet frustration at that guy, I ask, "Did you tell ------- about your side job this weekend?" To this, he replies "Well, yeah. Why?" Still holding back giggle/frustration, "Well, isn't that odd that he's known about your side job all along, yet it's up to him whether or not you all have to work and he decides to go ahead and make sure you are working on his job, instead?" Here, he turns into Scooby-Doo. You know, the tilted head, look of confusion and the "urrhhnn" sound. Once again, I have to just let it lay in his mind, hoping it sinks in... but, it just slides right back out of his ear. Maybe if I smack him hard enough....?
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