Well in so many words I'm back. Finally after more than a year, I can drive again. First thing I did Tuesday morning was went to the DPS office at 8:00 a.m. sharp and reinstated my drivers license. Then I went home and went back to sleep. Nice life, huh?
I slept until 12:30 in the afternoon then I had to be at my first face to face Terry Therapy session. She has a new office. When I got there the place was locked up. I went to the doctor's office next door and they didn't know who I was talking about. I went to the other door and they looked at me like I was crazy. I didn't have Terry's business card or her phone number in my cell phone so I came home.
I called Terry when I got home. She said sorry, they share an office with some day care that is setting up and I had the right place. So we reset for tomorrow and I know exactly where she's at.
I then drove into Houston to put some coins I had bough on ebay and the U.S. Mint in my safety deposit box. Violet called me. Of course the first person I had planned to see was Rebecca but it ended up I spent the evening with Violet. No fucking, just dinner.
Tomorrow I start the great apartment, townhouse, condo hunt after I see Terry. Wish me luck.
The POPE
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Persona Non Grata, Relief and Etc.
Dee in Tampa is officially persona non grata in my life. I love her dearly as a friend but she's isolated herself with her new boyfriend. I'm not going to play with that shit again. A little background. Many many moons ago she disappeared on me when she started dating some goofball. Then she comes back. I'm fine with that. She swore to me she'd never do that again. The oath has been broken. I take such things serious. Even if she were to return I won't be to friendly to her. As you can tell I sometimes hold grudges. I still do with her. Her undoing started with the night she called me and told me she was in love with me. I needed that like I needed another orifice in my ass. It's just been downhill ever since. She accuses me of being cold as ice. She ain't seen nothing yet. Good bye, persona non grata.
A sense of relief has come over me. It's actually going to happen. I'll be driving again in a few days. Tuesday Feb. 17th to be exact. DPS has all the necessary paperwork. Only problem is Monday is a holiday so I can't get reinstated until Tuesday. No big deal. I waited a year. What's one more day? As long as I have toilet paper I'm in good shape.
That Tuesday I have my first face to face Terry Therapy session in a long time. She'd been kind enough to do the sessions over the phone due to lack of transportation. Then on Wednesday it's a visit to my shrink in the late morning and then with the cunt bitch whore counselor that work assigned me.
Then I think I may head out to Louisiana for two nights. I need my gambling fix. Bad. Then upon my return on Saturday I'll be playing poker with the best buds. Then the search for a new apartment becomes priority one.
Sorry Sophia. You're priority 1-A. That's a whole different story for another day.
Rebecca called me last night. Drunk. Don't ever let it be said that women don't drunk dial. It's not just a guy thing. I know she's bored and lonely. She asked me when I'm going to see her. I told her soon enough. We'll go to dinner or something.
Violet is the one that is real happy I'll be mobile soon. Yes, I will spend some time with her but a man has to move on. If I still have a chance with Sophia I'm not going to sacrifice Sophia to feed Violet's depression and angst. I have to much to lose with Sophia and nothing to gain with Violet.
I promise I'll get to the Binks emails about Pointdexter next time around.
Adieu,
The Pope has to do his own laundry.
A sense of relief has come over me. It's actually going to happen. I'll be driving again in a few days. Tuesday Feb. 17th to be exact. DPS has all the necessary paperwork. Only problem is Monday is a holiday so I can't get reinstated until Tuesday. No big deal. I waited a year. What's one more day? As long as I have toilet paper I'm in good shape.
That Tuesday I have my first face to face Terry Therapy session in a long time. She'd been kind enough to do the sessions over the phone due to lack of transportation. Then on Wednesday it's a visit to my shrink in the late morning and then with the cunt bitch whore counselor that work assigned me.
Then I think I may head out to Louisiana for two nights. I need my gambling fix. Bad. Then upon my return on Saturday I'll be playing poker with the best buds. Then the search for a new apartment becomes priority one.
Sorry Sophia. You're priority 1-A. That's a whole different story for another day.
Rebecca called me last night. Drunk. Don't ever let it be said that women don't drunk dial. It's not just a guy thing. I know she's bored and lonely. She asked me when I'm going to see her. I told her soon enough. We'll go to dinner or something.
Violet is the one that is real happy I'll be mobile soon. Yes, I will spend some time with her but a man has to move on. If I still have a chance with Sophia I'm not going to sacrifice Sophia to feed Violet's depression and angst. I have to much to lose with Sophia and nothing to gain with Violet.
I promise I'll get to the Binks emails about Pointdexter next time around.
Adieu,
The Pope has to do his own laundry.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A Work Blog
I don't write to much about work. I should cause sometimes there is good stuff going on there in this little melodrama of mine.
The new guy that doesn't know how to shut the fuck up is out sick. Thank God. I hate that son of a bitch and his twat of a wife. I have never met someone who whines and cries so much. One night he's bitching and moaning cause there is to much work. The next night he's bitching and moaning that it's to slow. I almost, but I didn't, tell him to shut the fuck up and never speak to me again. I didn't though. I regret it. For anonymity's sake I'll call him the Wolfman. Why because of his first name. I can't tell you everything though.
The latest with Wolfman is that he's a hacking, coughing son of a bitch. He coughs constantly and then pukes in the trashcan. It was starting to piss me off royally. The last thing I want is to catch what ever To Tall has. Others complained cause they wouldn't know what to do if he keeled over. I did. I'd step around him and call the EMTs. What's the problem?
I finally had enough of it. In one of my sit downs with my supervisor as a union rep, I brought up the Wolfman. She told me others had complained to. That they were worried about his health. I told her I really didn't care about his health. I didn't want him spreading whatever plague he has to me or others. He shouldn't be out there until he's healthy. She also let a few things out of the bag that I didn't know about. I'll just say that the mother fucker is sneakier than people think. He had volunteered to work the night shift but told everyone he was moved by management. He volunteered so management wouldn't hear his constant near pulmonary meltdown. ASSHOLE.
One thing that gets under my skin about my coworkers is the constant bitching. I haven't met a group of people that likes to bitch so much. They bitch like a bunch of teenage girls going through their period wondering why the boyfriend won't call. It was so bad the other night that I wanted to scream,"Look fuckers. The economy is supposedly in shambles. We just got a new fucking contract. We aren't going any where. Be happy we have jobs and make top dollar." But I didn't. Like not yelling at the Wolfman, I regret I didn't.
To top it off, not only do they like to bitch but for the most part they are lazy to. Which brings me to the topic of the persecuted black man I work with. This guy is one of the laziest coworkers I have. He'll hide shit at the beginning of the shift and then pull it back out at the end to make it seem like the samples just came in and leave it for the next shift. Or he'll just flat out leave shit for the next shift to do. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He forgets we can check on the computer to see what time the samples came into the lab. He gets away with it cause no one calls him on it. When somebody does and management gets on it, he turns into the persecuted black man. He claims they are racists and on and on. Management has no balls to call him to the carpet on his bullshit. It just pisses me off.
As a union steward I'm conflicted. I don't want to come down on him because I'd be selling a fellow union member out. At the same time he's fucking over his fellow union employees. I really do want him out of there but at the same time I don't want to be the one that takes him out. It's not a pleasant decision to make.
Oh well, that's my little work bitch session.
The Pope has some lesbian porn to watch. For educational purposes only. I want to see how women do it when they have no "thingies."
The new guy that doesn't know how to shut the fuck up is out sick. Thank God. I hate that son of a bitch and his twat of a wife. I have never met someone who whines and cries so much. One night he's bitching and moaning cause there is to much work. The next night he's bitching and moaning that it's to slow. I almost, but I didn't, tell him to shut the fuck up and never speak to me again. I didn't though. I regret it. For anonymity's sake I'll call him the Wolfman. Why because of his first name. I can't tell you everything though.
The latest with Wolfman is that he's a hacking, coughing son of a bitch. He coughs constantly and then pukes in the trashcan. It was starting to piss me off royally. The last thing I want is to catch what ever To Tall has. Others complained cause they wouldn't know what to do if he keeled over. I did. I'd step around him and call the EMTs. What's the problem?
I finally had enough of it. In one of my sit downs with my supervisor as a union rep, I brought up the Wolfman. She told me others had complained to. That they were worried about his health. I told her I really didn't care about his health. I didn't want him spreading whatever plague he has to me or others. He shouldn't be out there until he's healthy. She also let a few things out of the bag that I didn't know about. I'll just say that the mother fucker is sneakier than people think. He had volunteered to work the night shift but told everyone he was moved by management. He volunteered so management wouldn't hear his constant near pulmonary meltdown. ASSHOLE.
One thing that gets under my skin about my coworkers is the constant bitching. I haven't met a group of people that likes to bitch so much. They bitch like a bunch of teenage girls going through their period wondering why the boyfriend won't call. It was so bad the other night that I wanted to scream,"Look fuckers. The economy is supposedly in shambles. We just got a new fucking contract. We aren't going any where. Be happy we have jobs and make top dollar." But I didn't. Like not yelling at the Wolfman, I regret I didn't.
To top it off, not only do they like to bitch but for the most part they are lazy to. Which brings me to the topic of the persecuted black man I work with. This guy is one of the laziest coworkers I have. He'll hide shit at the beginning of the shift and then pull it back out at the end to make it seem like the samples just came in and leave it for the next shift. Or he'll just flat out leave shit for the next shift to do. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He forgets we can check on the computer to see what time the samples came into the lab. He gets away with it cause no one calls him on it. When somebody does and management gets on it, he turns into the persecuted black man. He claims they are racists and on and on. Management has no balls to call him to the carpet on his bullshit. It just pisses me off.
As a union steward I'm conflicted. I don't want to come down on him because I'd be selling a fellow union member out. At the same time he's fucking over his fellow union employees. I really do want him out of there but at the same time I don't want to be the one that takes him out. It's not a pleasant decision to make.
Oh well, that's my little work bitch session.
The Pope has some lesbian porn to watch. For educational purposes only. I want to see how women do it when they have no "thingies."
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Soon
Soon I will return to the living. I've considered myself dead to the world in a way. Can't drive any where. The only places I went, besides football games, were the places required by probation and the bitch cunt work counselor.
A week from Monday I should have my drivers license back. It first I was going ape shit with cabin fever. I was antsy about getting it. Restless. Now I'm pretty calm about it. I've sent DPS all the necessary paper work. They told me it takes 2-3 weeks to process it. I'm not sure what the fuck that means. They've been sitting on the paper work for over a week now. I asked will it be ready by Feb. 16th. The idiot on the phone said I was pushing it. Pushing what. It's a simple question. What are the odds of it being in. 2-3 weeks is all he can say. A good sign this morning though. I was looking at my bank statement online and they've cashed the check. I'm guess it's a week before they type that in to their little computers. I'll call this Friday (or Thursday) to see if it's all in order to go to the office to pick up my shit on the next Monday.
I don't know why I'm worried. I'm just wired that way. Worse case scenario is I have to wait a few days.
The first two days I get back driving I have a couple of doctors appointments. Then I have two free days. I think a gambling junket to Louisiana is in order. A little celebration. After that I have a poker game. Some buddies I haven't seen in over two years, some more, are getting together. I'm really looking forward to that.
Some of those guys are my best friends in the world. Despite that, I couldn't bring myself to tell them all the shit that went down over the last year and a half with me. Instead I've just been making excuses in order to stay away from them. It's not that they wouldn't help me out or be there for me. It's more that I'm embarrassed and in a way feel like I let them down. They helped me out so much before when I had my second DWI. It's almost like letting my parents down. So I chose not to tell them.
I've got more but I'll save it for a later post. I had a funny email exchange with Binks (I nicknamed him after the Bloom County character he looks like, Binkley). He had a Jerry Seinfeld moment. Some works stuff and something I'm grateful for will probably be posted next time.
As a reminder, next time you see the woman you love, tell her she's got the whitest teeth you've ever come across.
Good night,
His Eminence JPIII
A week from Monday I should have my drivers license back. It first I was going ape shit with cabin fever. I was antsy about getting it. Restless. Now I'm pretty calm about it. I've sent DPS all the necessary paper work. They told me it takes 2-3 weeks to process it. I'm not sure what the fuck that means. They've been sitting on the paper work for over a week now. I asked will it be ready by Feb. 16th. The idiot on the phone said I was pushing it. Pushing what. It's a simple question. What are the odds of it being in. 2-3 weeks is all he can say. A good sign this morning though. I was looking at my bank statement online and they've cashed the check. I'm guess it's a week before they type that in to their little computers. I'll call this Friday (or Thursday) to see if it's all in order to go to the office to pick up my shit on the next Monday.
I don't know why I'm worried. I'm just wired that way. Worse case scenario is I have to wait a few days.
The first two days I get back driving I have a couple of doctors appointments. Then I have two free days. I think a gambling junket to Louisiana is in order. A little celebration. After that I have a poker game. Some buddies I haven't seen in over two years, some more, are getting together. I'm really looking forward to that.
Some of those guys are my best friends in the world. Despite that, I couldn't bring myself to tell them all the shit that went down over the last year and a half with me. Instead I've just been making excuses in order to stay away from them. It's not that they wouldn't help me out or be there for me. It's more that I'm embarrassed and in a way feel like I let them down. They helped me out so much before when I had my second DWI. It's almost like letting my parents down. So I chose not to tell them.
I've got more but I'll save it for a later post. I had a funny email exchange with Binks (I nicknamed him after the Bloom County character he looks like, Binkley). He had a Jerry Seinfeld moment. Some works stuff and something I'm grateful for will probably be posted next time.
As a reminder, next time you see the woman you love, tell her she's got the whitest teeth you've ever come across.
Good night,
His Eminence JPIII
Monday, February 2, 2009
Dee in Tampa's Drama, Violet and Nephew Update
I knew fucking Dee in Tampa was heading to some kind of drama.
A brief synopsis of what's going on.
After my rebuff of her love, she started hanging around a coworker who is about 100 years old. Then one night they had sex. Dee is now in a relationship. Her coworker is going through a divorce. He has two kids. One kid is a young teen and the other is 20.
I warned her before hand, stay away from anyone going through a divorce if you are looking for a relationship. It's bad news. If you both are just fucking that's one thing. Relationship would be bad news.
So Dee does what she normally does. She doesn't listen to my sage advice. Instead she chooses to do the same thing she always does. Instead of slowly nurturing a relationship, she moves all her chips to the center of the table and goes all in. I think they've been dating since around October of last year.
Now she's complaining about the kids. The 20 year old is a slacker who doesn't work or go to school. Worse, he ate all the food she takes over for her weekends there. I forgot where her complaint was for the other one. I tuned her out immediately.
I reiterated my earlier warning. She claims he lets the kids get away with anything they want. I stepped up my warning. I told her how a woman interacts with her kids is a major indicator of how she is as a person. When she described all the things he did, I told her not only were those warning signs of weakness but they were red flags to me. Not only would I step back but I would probably move on. I'd rather be alone than deal with someone's baggage while going through a divorce.
Then she goes on to bitch about him. He's drinking to much, eating to much and his health is going to shit. I'm like hello. I warned you about the divorce and he's a 100. Then she reveals that he hasn't even gone to start the divorce process. He was served but hasn't responded. I flat out told her that she needed to spend less time with this guy. There are better candidates out there. She didn't directly tell me but I gather she just got tired of being alone. To me it's not worth the price.
I've decided that when things go wrong I'm not going to give two rat's asses about it. I warned her. I told her it was a bad idea. Yeah, I know, she helped me out massively by listening to me when things went south for me. She was my strongest shoulder to lean on.
What I've never revealed is that she warned me if I did certain things she'd pull the plug on our friendship. She said if I ever got back with Violet she'd have do distance herself from me. At the time I didn't know why she took that stance but later it's cause her feelings for me.
That's her business but I don't put conditions on my friendships. She obviously has. It's a two way street baby. I warned her about this situation she got in. I knew it had the potential for disaster. If it blows up, guess what? Not only will I say told you so but I won't be sympathetic to your plight.
As it is, I already have started not logging on instant messenger to avoid her. She talks a big game but when it comes time to following her own advise she fucks up. Our friendship was already hanging on a thread after her August confession. This just maybe the straw that breaks the camel's back.
Quick Violet and Nephew Update
Violet finally got her results back from the follow up to her mammogram. It's only a cyst and not cancer. They still want to remove the cyst. Right now they need to determine to use medicine or surgery. How good am I at this Pope business? I told her it wasn't cancer. I was right. Like Dee, Violet doesn't realize how close to the edge she is with me. She's still a friend but there is some shit she just needs to quit if she wants me to stay friends with her. I won't get into it now cause it deserves its own post.
Same with my nephew. The doc finally got what it was. Mono.
If you need a prayer from the Pope, just send me $50 and I'll put in a good word for you with the Guy upstairs. We tight.
A brief synopsis of what's going on.
After my rebuff of her love, she started hanging around a coworker who is about 100 years old. Then one night they had sex. Dee is now in a relationship. Her coworker is going through a divorce. He has two kids. One kid is a young teen and the other is 20.
I warned her before hand, stay away from anyone going through a divorce if you are looking for a relationship. It's bad news. If you both are just fucking that's one thing. Relationship would be bad news.
So Dee does what she normally does. She doesn't listen to my sage advice. Instead she chooses to do the same thing she always does. Instead of slowly nurturing a relationship, she moves all her chips to the center of the table and goes all in. I think they've been dating since around October of last year.
Now she's complaining about the kids. The 20 year old is a slacker who doesn't work or go to school. Worse, he ate all the food she takes over for her weekends there. I forgot where her complaint was for the other one. I tuned her out immediately.
I reiterated my earlier warning. She claims he lets the kids get away with anything they want. I stepped up my warning. I told her how a woman interacts with her kids is a major indicator of how she is as a person. When she described all the things he did, I told her not only were those warning signs of weakness but they were red flags to me. Not only would I step back but I would probably move on. I'd rather be alone than deal with someone's baggage while going through a divorce.
Then she goes on to bitch about him. He's drinking to much, eating to much and his health is going to shit. I'm like hello. I warned you about the divorce and he's a 100. Then she reveals that he hasn't even gone to start the divorce process. He was served but hasn't responded. I flat out told her that she needed to spend less time with this guy. There are better candidates out there. She didn't directly tell me but I gather she just got tired of being alone. To me it's not worth the price.
I've decided that when things go wrong I'm not going to give two rat's asses about it. I warned her. I told her it was a bad idea. Yeah, I know, she helped me out massively by listening to me when things went south for me. She was my strongest shoulder to lean on.
What I've never revealed is that she warned me if I did certain things she'd pull the plug on our friendship. She said if I ever got back with Violet she'd have do distance herself from me. At the time I didn't know why she took that stance but later it's cause her feelings for me.
That's her business but I don't put conditions on my friendships. She obviously has. It's a two way street baby. I warned her about this situation she got in. I knew it had the potential for disaster. If it blows up, guess what? Not only will I say told you so but I won't be sympathetic to your plight.
As it is, I already have started not logging on instant messenger to avoid her. She talks a big game but when it comes time to following her own advise she fucks up. Our friendship was already hanging on a thread after her August confession. This just maybe the straw that breaks the camel's back.
Quick Violet and Nephew Update
Violet finally got her results back from the follow up to her mammogram. It's only a cyst and not cancer. They still want to remove the cyst. Right now they need to determine to use medicine or surgery. How good am I at this Pope business? I told her it wasn't cancer. I was right. Like Dee, Violet doesn't realize how close to the edge she is with me. She's still a friend but there is some shit she just needs to quit if she wants me to stay friends with her. I won't get into it now cause it deserves its own post.
Same with my nephew. The doc finally got what it was. Mono.
If you need a prayer from the Pope, just send me $50 and I'll put in a good word for you with the Guy upstairs. We tight.
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