So....crazy lady's shit is STILL in the back of my car (for FOUR months as of today), so today (after I mailed my wedding gown...to a woman at my ex's law firm...woosa...woosa...), I drove into the district to my old office to pick up a case of wine from another friend, and to stop by crazy lady's office to see her in person about getting the stuff out of my car.
Since I last vented on here about this, she's ignored two FB messages, three texts, a phone call, and an email this morning (which offered her a free ticket to a wine tasting with me this weekend, and a ride to pick her up so we could get her her stuff back).
Anyway....I finally get to her office, knock, and popped me head in. She was on a massive conference call (on mute) with another colleague in the office playing solitaire on the computer.
Girl looks up, and I point at her computer and tell her (with a smile on my face, cuz I wasn't quite ready to cutabitch at that point) to check her email and get back to me. And what does crazy bitch do? Rolls her fucking eyes at me.
Post by YellowRose on May 16, 2012 14:06:44 GMT -5
You're a better woman than I . I would have told her that I had her stuff, and she was welcome to come out and get it right now. Otherwise, I would donate/trash/burn or otherwise purge myself of it.
I don't know what you're talking about, but is the stuff going to burn baby burn? Take pictures.
Back in JANUARY, a colleague of mine had her car impounded. The fees were more than her car was worth, so she just signed over her car. She asked me (on my first day after being let go) to take her to the impound lot to get "a small bag" of stuff out of her car.
I showed up at the coffee shop across from the street at 7:00 am to get her, and she never showed. She later apologized profusely (overslept) and asked me to come back at 7 am the next day, which I did.
We then proceeded to drive an hour away to the impound lot, where her "little bag" turned out to be enough shit to LITERALLY fill the back seat of my car.
I've been trying for the past FOUR months to get her to get her shit out of my car, but she kept cancelling on me, and lately has just been ignoring / avoiding me.
And today rolled her eyes when I told her to check her email, offering her a ticket to a wine tasting, and a chance to get her stuff back.
Yeah, I think some burning might just be in order.
Post by lyssbobiss, Command, B613 on May 16, 2012 14:14:13 GMT -5
Oh hell no. I would be leaving that shit on the curb somewhere or lighting it on fire. Or taking it to Goodwill. FOUR MONTHS??!! No, she turned over the rights to that stuff a long time ago.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
Does she have a new car? I would be tempted to leave it disheveled all over the hood.
Nope, no car. Which is why it's still in MY car. Otherwise I would have just shown up at the office one day and transferred it to her car. But I felt bad leaving it all at the office knowing she would have to metro it home piece by piece.
Does she have a new car? I would be tempted to leave it disheveled all over the hood.
Nope, no car. Which is why it's still in MY car. Otherwise I would have just shown up at the office one day and transferred it to her car. But I felt bad leaving it all at the office knowing she would have to metro it home piece by piece.
So? Why should you care about her convenience now?
I think you should be creative with your trash/burning pictures.
Post by sparrowsong on May 16, 2012 14:34:11 GMT -5
I was wondering what happened in this story but couldn't remember who it was. Glad you updated. Your patience has been record-worthy!
Clearly dumping the stuff is in order. But I think you're being way too kind to actually throw it away or donate for her. She needs to be inconvenienced by your inconvenience. Dump it on her front stoop. Or at the front entrance of her workplace. Somewhere where she will have to see it and deal with it, or at least see that it's too late, some has been stolen/rained on/whatever.
Nope, no car. Which is why it's still in MY car. Otherwise I would have just shown up at the office one day and transferred it to her car. But I felt bad leaving it all at the office knowing she would have to metro it home piece by piece.
Leaving it at the office suddenly sounds like a pretty good idea.
Nope, no car. Which is why it's still in MY car. Otherwise I would have just shown up at the office one day and transferred it to her car. But I felt bad leaving it all at the office knowing she would have to metro it home piece by piece.
Leaving it at the office suddenly sounds like a pretty good idea.
Yup.
Also? That's a lot of shit. And it looks like it's literal shit. Is that an empty cardboard box?