So, Saturday was a crazy ass day. Lot of stuff happened. Mostly little, but still.
Went to work at the bank, had a customer tell me about how he's helping some guy in Jamaica get a visa up here. He sounded like a really cool guy. Then, came home for a couple minutes, checked Twitter two seconds before I had to leave, and I saw a tweet about how the traffic lights were out and to treat all intersections like a four-way stop. Well, it was a good thing I read that or I would have had no clue what to do! And three of the four stop lights I hit on the way to my golf course job weren't working!
Golf course opened last Thursday, so I got to work Saturday! I fucking love the golf course job! Everyone is so nice, and I get so many compliments there. I had to train a new girl. She seems fun, so I'm excited to work with her. It'll be interesting how Joe and I interact at the course, I think, but that could just be me and my paranoid self. :)
I get home to my apartment, and my crazy, dog, neighbor lady knocks on my door all of five minutes after I'm home. I had just changed into my PJs, so I'm not wearing a bra and my hair was a mess, and I had to put on a robe. But, she invited me over to her apartment to meet her dogs. Lady, I've lived here a year and a half, and your dogs bark at me every single day. I know your dogs. Real well. The lady is nice, but she's just so weird. She watches me come and go out the window, and she knew a lot about me by just watching. I had to stay over there for an hour before I made up an excuse to get out. Sigh.
So then I get back home to my apartment, and I have a friend request from some guy I didn't know, but when I went to his Facebook page, we had a mutual friend in common: Rich. Joe's roommate. So, I message the guy and ask if we had met before and how he knew me. (I'm a Facebook friend whore >.>). We started talking and he immediately asks me out (I texted Joe about this, but I'll get to that in a second). I tell him I have a bf, and he just keeps talking to me. I felt weird about it, but I just answered his questions (They were all about where I lived, what I did, how old I was). I felt bad ignoring him. I can't do that to people because I don't like it when others do it to me. He asked me who my bf was, and I text Joe and ask if it's ok if I tell him who I'm dating. Joe told me to do whatever, so I tell him who and the guy tells me to not tell Joe or Rich, and when I tell him I already told Joe, he quit talking to me. The best part is that he went and friend requested one of my friends! Ugh, what a creep!
Anyway, so Joe's response to the guy asking me out? To go for it. So I told him that really hurt my feelings. Why the fuck would he say something like that?! And he apologized, and I told him he should be sorry, that that wasn't ok because I was with him because I wanted to be. Then he called and we talked and he was kind of defensive about why I would have told him about it. After receiving the text, he told me I sent it to him for one of two reasons. 1. I was interested in the other guy, or 2. I wanted Joe to get jealous. And I got mad because it's neither of those. It was a story to tell. That's it. A fucking story. I told another friend about it, so me telling her meant I was interested in the guy or I was trying to get her jealous about it? I don't think so. Long story short, he was confused as to why I was still talking to the other guy after he asked me out. And I told him it's just because I can't say no. then I told him about being over at the crazy dog lady's house and then he told me it's hard to feel sorry for me because I don't do anything to stop it.
That was how we ended our convo since my brother wanted to skype
Really? So, I shouldn't feel sorry for him and his depression because he's not doing anything to change it? Don't give me that shit.
Joe threw his phone after that because he called me, but when I answered, no one was there, so I hung up and called him back. Probably after seeing my text (I apologized, told him I loved him, and said goodnight). On the phone, he heard my facebook notification pop up noise thing and told me to go answer it. I said I could let him go and he said he was getting other calls anyway. But then after I hang up, he calls me back, but no one was there again. He threw his phone. So, he's obviously upset by something, but he didn't want to talk about it.
Joe called me at least 10 times in 5 minutes, never saying anything when I answered. I thought he was throwing his phone. When I finally do answer him, he hung up on me as I was saying he called me as many times as he did. like what the fuck? He called me back but still.
Then the scary part.
Joe took too many anxiety pills, which I didn't know about until the next morning. He called me back and the whole time he kept saying how he can't be around people and he wants to be alone and whatever. But then he kept repeating that he doesn't have anything else to say. Like he said it every time I said I would leave him alone and hang up. But, he kept mumbling something, and then at the end of the call he kept saying, "Is there someone here?" And I was like, I don't know is there? And he was really confused as to who he was talking to. He was hearing my voice and didn't realize he was on the phone with me. So, he was worried about where the voice was coming from. The last two minutes was spent me telling him to hang the phone up and to go to bed. I was on the phone for 13 minutes. 6 of those minutes had to be spent trying to figure out who he was talking about being in the apartment with him. I kept saying that I didn't know who was there, and he kept saying why don't you tell me who you are. And finally i figured he was talking to me, and I was like, "I'm Nikki." But it was like he forgot 10 seconds later who I was again.
I was just really scared in the beginning because I thought there was someone actually there!
