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Wednesday, March 30, 2005


So work has been so slow this past week that I actually had some time to do some school work and reading. I don't mind this at all! If A wasn't around, I'd slack off even more!

Speaking of A, I heard some big news... she's pregnant again. About fourteen weeks. The weird thing is that she has not told me yet... she told some other co-workers, but not me. Why? I should have been one of the first people she'd tell, but whatever. Interesting...

Also, I contacted an agency about looking for a new job, and I'm going to meet up with them tomorrow. It's about time. I just can't do this anymore... no room to grow, I'm not really learning anything new, and all of the hard work I've done doesn't really matter much to the people around here. And I'm just sick of A's management style (which is that she doesn't really have one, or really a good one). So I'm going to take my time with this... put myself out there, and see if there's something really good that I can't pass up. The fact that A is pregnant doesn't change anything about me looking for a job, but it does make things a little better for me. Meaning, if I can't find anything right away, at least she won't be around for about three months at the end of the year, and if I find something, I'd really be putting the department in a big hole.

Can you believe that the 2005 baseball season starts this Sunday? Awesome. Yankees vs. Red Sox, Randy Johnson vs. David Wells. It's gonna be a fun time!

And after tonight, only two more weeks of classes! But it's gonna be a busy two weeks... finance final, tech take home final, and tech group paper and presentation. All due on April 13th. But guess how I will feel on April 14th?? Relieved, and maybe a little hungover (I'm sure we'll be going out again after class to celebrate!)

Monday, March 21, 2005

Dad and Judy.

First, the weekend:

Saturday, Melissa and I went to see the Dropkick Murphys at Avalon. What a great show! We found a nice spot to stand by the side of the stage and had a great view. Avalon was packed with a bunch of singing people - lots of Irish guys in newsboy hats. And I got a cool sweatshirt.

The Dropkicks kick fucking ass.

Yesterday I had an online fantasy baseball draft. I did ok - I got Miguel Tejada, Mariano Rivera, Hideki Matsui, Roy Oswalt, among others. Took too long, though. And my stomach was bugging me for most of the day. Not fun.

Now for the weird:

My dad and Judy - the drama continues. Before I explain what happened, I'm going to cut and paste from my old journal bits and pieces about the history of Judy.

The beginning:

"Things were cool living with just my dad, but then in June of 1998, after a vacation to Florida, he met this woman named Judy there, and she came back to Brooklyn with him. And she started living with us. She was younger than my dad by like 2 years, but she seemed so much older. Like grandmother old. She used to prance around the apartment in my dad's shirt, underwear, and nothing else. It was not a pretty sight. I got into fights with my dad about it, and I refused to be friendly to Judy. It was like she came in and invaded my space."

And from November 2003, after visiting my dad in Brooklyn:

"And now, onto the weird shit. I don’t know how Melissa and I can ever stay at my dad’s ever again if Judy is going to continue to “live” there. I have finally reached my limit with her. Judy seems to get weirder every time we see her. When we got there on Saturday, she wasn’t there, as she went to see her mother. She asked my dad if he wanted to go with her, knowing that Melissa and I were showing up soon. Weird...

When she was home, she holed herself up in my dad’s bedroom, which has all of a sudden become her room (my dad now sleeps in my old room). She’s a pack rat – she has tons of bags piled up all around the bedroom, so bad that you can’t even get to the closet and you can’t even open up the bedroom door all the way. We don’t even know what is in these bags because she won’t let anyone near them.

She’s on the phone all the goddamn time. Even sometimes after midnight. With who? Who can put up talking to her for that long?

It gets weirder.

Last night, I couldn’t fall asleep until around 2 AM. Melissa and I slept on our air mattress we brought with us in the living room, which is right next to the kitchen. The second we shut the light off to go to bed, and my dad went to my room to sleep, that’s when Judy emerges from the bedroom. She takes a shower (this is at 11 PM), and when she gets out, she goes into the kitchen, turns the light on, and lights some candles. I don’t know what else she was doing, as I did hear some rustling in there, but I got up and asked her what the HELL she was doing. She wouldn’t answer. All she said was she’d be done in a little bit. She wasn’t done for another twenty minutes. She was just sitting in there, staring at these candles (that didn’t even smell that good), crumbling things, walking back and forth from the kitchen to the bedroom. Does she have no consideration? Maybe she doesn’t even know what she was doing, because she’s mental.

When Melissa and I got up this morning (my dad already left for work), we showered, got dressed, packed up, and just left without saying anything to Judy. And I hope I don’t have to see her for a long time, if ever again.

Now Melissa and I have been so patient with her. We know she’s weird, but she’s been living with my dad so we tolerated her. We didn’t like her, we just tolerated her. After this weekend, and especially last night, I don’t want to have to tolerate her anymore.

But what can I do? All I can do is tell my dad exactly what I feel, and tell him to grow a set of balls for once.

My dad has been a pushover forever. He lets his so-called “friends” scam him out of tons of money. He puts up with Judy’s shit for five years now and hasn’t done a damn thing about it but complain every day. If he really wants to get rid of her, he should be serious and do something about it. And it is possible. I love my dad, but he has to stand up for himself for once in his life."

That was then, November 2003. This is now, March 2005.

Things are worse. Like an idiot, my dad lent Judy a lot of money. A LOT. Why? She says she had to exhume her husband, I think because his family buried him somewhere and she wanted him moved so she could eventually be buried next to him. She has promised to pay my dad back for a long time now, more specifically, since January. But she keeps putting it off, with excuse after excuse. He keeps threatening to take action, but he never does anything. He's like a big bulldog with a loud bark, but no bite at all.

Her last excuse wasn't really an excuse at all... now she says she's not going to pay him back because "he ruined her life" and "he's a gigilo who is only after her money." I don't even think she knows what she's talking about. My dad has never taken a dime from her, and she's been living for free for almost eight years.

Then yesterday, they fought again. Of course, my dad had to call me right in the middle of the fight to yell. But he called me a second time after a startling discovery: Judy was on the phone bitching to someone, my dad takes the phone from her saying he's gonna cancel the phone... he gets on to see who it was, and it was Claire.

Now I need to explain this part of the story seperately:

You know how I mentioned before about his so-called "friends" who scammed him for a bunch of money? Well, those "friends" are Dennis and Barbara. Dennis and Barbara used to be married, and my dad met Dennis in Vietnam (he was also friends with Barbara too). They were good friends for awhile, even though they were always weird. They used to borrow money from my dad all the time... a few hundred bucks here and there, to pay bills or stuff for their baby that they adopted. My dad should have realized that they'd never come into any money, and that he'd never get that money back. He ended up being out about $3,500 from Dennis and $1,700 from Barbara.

There was another friend of theirs who lived in Dennis and Barbara's building, Claire. My dad stopped talking to Dennis and Claire after he found out that the two of them were having an affair and were badmouthing my dad. And he stopped talking to Barbara after he found out that some money that she borrowed supposedly for bills and/or the baby she ended up using for something else, like a new air conditioner.

Back to the present:

Judy was on the phone with Claire. And it seems that Judy has been keeping in touch with her for awhile now. My dad even heard Dennis' voice in the background, cursing. My dad could not believe it... he hadn't spoken to them in years. And Judy talking to them? I get this strange feeling that Judy has been telling them everything that has been going on, and that they've been egging her on to take whatever money and not pay him back. Judy even had the nerve to ask for MORE money from my dad, just this morning.

It's just a sad, sad situation.

And what also sucks is that my sister is still a bitch. I called her today to wish her a happy birthday (it was last week) and to try and talk to her about this situation. And she seemed annoyed at me that I even brought it up. She didn't want to talk about it because "it's his own fault, it's too stressful, it makes her too nervous to think about, and she can't do anything about it anyway." If she loved him, she'd at least talk about it with me and think about what can be done... she just really rubbed me the wrong way.

So who knows what will really happen. My dad needs to get rid of her in the worst way. It's a shame to think that he's never going to get his money back, because that is a real possibility. But he has to get out of that situation as soon as possible.

Friday, March 18, 2005


Friday, finally. This has been one hell of a long week. Work has been so busy, and class was, well, class. Today at work I had to stress out about basically nothing, and my boss was actually not freaking out like she usually does (although she gave me the impression that she would at first).

I also got my syllabus for the one credit class I have to go to next Saturday. There's some reading and some work to do, but I guess it could be worse.

So fuck this week. It's over. Done. Finished.

Let's move on to the good stuff: Dropkick Murphys show tomorrow. I've been really looking forward to it all week. I heard they put on a great show, like a party. I got the rest of their CDs and I have been trying to learn the rest of their stuff. I heard that the crowd sings along really loud!

Another potential really cool thing that could happen, and if this happens, I'd piss myself and shit myself: My old co-worker/boss/friend from my job in NY, Dan, told me that this girl I used to work with (and who still works there) is the event coordinator for this organization to help the homeless, called The New Life Project. They are putting together a concert at Radio City in NY in September, and the main act who might perform: PEARL JAM. Not only could she get me in, but I could volunteer, and she could assign me to Pearl Jam to be their "nanny," which is basically to be their gopher boy and get them what they need. How fucking cool would that be? I could load Eddie up with as much wine and American Spirits that he wanted! Everyone knows that my dream was to meet Eddie one day, and if this happened, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. There would be so much I'd want to say, but at the same time I wouldn't know what to say!

But I'm not going to get my hopes up yet... nothing is official yet.

I did just get an e-mail telling me I have the opportunity to get Green Monster seats for a Sox game... maybe for a Yankee game??

Saturday, March 12, 2005

More snow?

Why does it snow almost every other day? I'm sick of shoveling the driveway all the time. Storm after storm after storm. Enough is enough!

But some good news... I got U2 tickets!! They are coming back to Boston (at the TD Banknorth Garden, formerly known as the FleetCenter) on October 4th (a day before our anniversary) with Judy and Chris. And decent seats too! I got lucky that I got through in the first minute, because tickets sold out quickly after that.

On the school front...

On that crazy case writeup I had (the one where I needed a miracle)... well, I got the miracle. I got an A- on it!! The funniest part is the professor wrote "well written" on it. This was one of the worst papers I've ever written, or so I thought!

But now there's only a little over a month to go. And it's not going to be fun... there's a group paper and presentation to do in technology class, as well as a tough take home final. Not looking forward to it...

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Back from vacation.

Well, that seemed quick. It seemed like it was just yesterday that the cab picked us up at 4:20 AM to head to the airport. And now I have to go back to work tomorrow. Oh, the humanity!!

So what did we do in Aruba? What do you think? Almost every day, it was something like this: breakfast, laying out on the beach for hours, shower, dinner. And it was great. It was hot and sunny and breezy every day. On the first day, my back got red, on the last day my legs were even redder. On Tuesday, we rented a jeep for the day and went exploring the island. We off-roaded, took all sorts of weird twists and turns, and it was so much fun. I got a much needed massage on Wednesday, and on Thursday night we saw the #1 comedy show in all of Aruba, "Adam Steinfield: MagicLive!" The show was in the casino near our resort, and I made a whole $3 on the penny slots playing poker. Then just like that, it was Friday, and we had to check out and head back to the airport where we had to wait three hours for our flight. We ended up getting home at 11 PM on Friday night. Our new neighbors (who just moved in officially last Saturday) was nice enough to collect our mail and shovel our side of the driveway while we were gone (while we were enjoying 89 degree weather, it snowed here!)

Yesterday, Chris and I went to see Motley Crue at the FleetCenter. It was actually a really fun time... midgets, girls pole dancing, big Harleys, and Tommy Lee with the "tittie cam." And Vince Neil's voice sounded really good. The crowd was very diverse... I was surprised to see a lot of normal people at the show, but there were still some guys still stuck in the 80s and lots of sluts. There was this 15 year old kid sitting next to us who loved us... talking about past concerts (when I saw my first concert in December 1989, Guns N' Roses, this kid was two months old!)

Quote of the night from Tommy Lee: "I'd whip out my dick right now, but most of you fuckers already have seen it!"

And now today is Sunday. Wah. Melissa went to her parents for the day (and to pick up our hamster), and I've been reading some boring case for tech class (and taking a break from that right now). And back to work tomorrow... I have a bad feeling that work is going to suck real bad. Do I have to go back?