Rant: My Last 10 Days Make Me Want To Hurt Someone
Posted: October 29 12, 4:16 pm
Nothing really bad actually happened to me personally but I still really, really want to hurt someone.
First:
On the night of NLCS Game 5 there was what was supposed to be a bachelor party. Poorly planned at the last minute of course and planned by someone that I've never met before but not my choice since it isn't my wedding. The wedding isn't even until just after Christmas so there was no need to throw it together in under a week during October. The guy insisted that it be based around Game 5 though. So when nobody would pay over $100 for a ticket to the game from Stubhub the planner decided we should go to 360 at the top of the Hilton. We found out about this Wednesday and didn't get the details until Thursday... the day before.
In order to get enough people to reserve space, the guy planning it brought his wife, another guy brought his wife and then the fiance was there and so was the bachelor's sister who is married to one of the guys. No longer a bachelor party no matter what he says. Then he collected $85 each from everyone and told us that we were covered from 7pm to 9pm and to order whatever we wanted to eat and drink. Him and another guy (I had never met either of them and actually never even met the other that night) proceed to drink Maker's Mark the entire time. The women were ordering $60 bottles of wine and had a steady stream of appetizers flowing through in front of them (at a minimum of $14 each). Meanwhile I was hanging with another two guys and we were drinking 16oz beers that cost a whopping $5.75. What the guy planning it failed to tell anyone is that it wasn't all you can eat or drink. It was $1000 minimum tab to reserve space. So he collected a grand from us and then started the tab. Everyone else was under the impression that if we all ordered $200 worth of food and drinks then we got a deal. Nope. For every dollar someone ordered over the $85 they put in, that is one less dollar someone else can spend of their $85. So basically I spent $50 of my $85 at the most. I wasn't too upset at the time because normally I buy drinks for friends anyway but then I realized that the two guys I was hanging with the entire time spent even less than me. They spent maybe $40 of their $85. So the three of us spent $255 and only ordered $130 worth of stuff at the most. We subsidized about $125 of the others drinking and eating. If I get taken then that is one thing but doing that to my friends really sends me over the edge. So that is the first person I want to punch.
Second:
A good friend of mine moved here about four or five years ago. She lives in an apartment in Lake St. Louis and there are four units in her building. She is divorced with two young girls and lives on the second floor. Across from her lives a truck driver who is gone four weeks at a time and only home about 75% of the time. So a little over a month ago someone moved in the apartment under her and right after he did she got a call from a friend of hers who works at the Lake St. Louis PD. He was fresh out of jail for raping a woman and on parole. Well, she had been sexually assaulted before moving here so immediately her PTSD kicks in and she can't sleep, etc. The leasing office said there was nothing they could do and there were no other apartments she could move into and it would be $3000 to break her lease.
A week or two later her dog wanted out at 3am and when she opened her door she found Mr. Rapey sitting at the top of the steps just a foot from her door. He said something about being clausterphobic, looked around her into her apartment and then left. She put the dog on the balcony with a training pad and didn't sleep the rest of the night. She then brought that up to the leasing office and they did nothing.
At this point I am pretty sure something bad is going to happen and was worried. Since May she has been randomly beaten up by a guy on Wash Ave who mistook her for the guy that just beat him up. Sucker punched her as she was walking down the street and smashed her head into the wall. Then a month or two later she got hit by a car while out for a jog on a road with no sidewalk. If something bad is going to happen, it is going to happen to her.
So another week or so goes by and the night of NLDS Game 5 (yes, I remember things by what sporting event was happening) I was out drinking and I got a text from her saying that Mr. Rapey was having a party and they were all loud and drunk. She was scared and thought she should call in a noise complaint. I suggested that she not make him mad and she just took the girls and stayed at another friend's house for the rest of the weekend. Of course someone else complained and Mr. Rapey confronted her convinced that she called in the complaint on him.
Fast forward to last Tuesday and I'm minding my own business at work when she shows up behind me and starts telling me the story of what happened the night before. The truck driver had just gotten back in town a couple of days before. At 1am he called her on the phone and told her to get the girls and lock themselves in her room until she heard from him again and there was no time to explain. When he gave her the all clear she stepped out front and Mr. Rapey was in the back of a cop car. Thankfully he had heard something outside and when he looked through his peep hole, Mr. Rapey was trying to break into her apartment by picking her lock so he called her and then called the police and then stopped him. Mr. Rapey was drunk and told the cops that she has been flirting with him since he moved in (she has avoided him) and that it was OK because wouldn't mind what he was doing. I am extremely thankful that Mark (the truck driver) was in town and heard something because if not there is no telling what would have happened to her and the girls. It makes me sick to think about it.
So of course I want to do worse than hurt Mr. Rapey but won't have that chance. He will be serving the final few years of his sentence for the rape and who knows what for trying to break into her apartment that night. He would probably not be alive right now if he had gotten out. Her father is an ex-Navy SEAL and as soon as he heard he was in the car on the way to town to take her to gun safety classes and buy her a gun. If the guy hadn't been denied bail, I'm pretty sure her father might have settled things himself had he been able to find him.
And because it is time for me to leave work and I'm tired of typing, I'm going to leave it at just these two for now. The other two situations aren't nearly as bad. They are just relationship/family problems of friends that I got dragged into talking about... a lot. It was something else every freaking night. I thought I had it past me Friday night when I went out for a few with a happily married friend who has a young daughter. Well, even that didn't work out when I called him out for chatting up another girl we work with an aweful lot and being a bit flirtatious when he showed me his hand and wasn't wearing his wedding ring and said things haven't been going well on the home front. Not what I wanted to hear and I'll probably end up in the middle of that one too.
Anyway, that has been my last 10 days or so.
First:
On the night of NLCS Game 5 there was what was supposed to be a bachelor party. Poorly planned at the last minute of course and planned by someone that I've never met before but not my choice since it isn't my wedding. The wedding isn't even until just after Christmas so there was no need to throw it together in under a week during October. The guy insisted that it be based around Game 5 though. So when nobody would pay over $100 for a ticket to the game from Stubhub the planner decided we should go to 360 at the top of the Hilton. We found out about this Wednesday and didn't get the details until Thursday... the day before.
In order to get enough people to reserve space, the guy planning it brought his wife, another guy brought his wife and then the fiance was there and so was the bachelor's sister who is married to one of the guys. No longer a bachelor party no matter what he says. Then he collected $85 each from everyone and told us that we were covered from 7pm to 9pm and to order whatever we wanted to eat and drink. Him and another guy (I had never met either of them and actually never even met the other that night) proceed to drink Maker's Mark the entire time. The women were ordering $60 bottles of wine and had a steady stream of appetizers flowing through in front of them (at a minimum of $14 each). Meanwhile I was hanging with another two guys and we were drinking 16oz beers that cost a whopping $5.75. What the guy planning it failed to tell anyone is that it wasn't all you can eat or drink. It was $1000 minimum tab to reserve space. So he collected a grand from us and then started the tab. Everyone else was under the impression that if we all ordered $200 worth of food and drinks then we got a deal. Nope. For every dollar someone ordered over the $85 they put in, that is one less dollar someone else can spend of their $85. So basically I spent $50 of my $85 at the most. I wasn't too upset at the time because normally I buy drinks for friends anyway but then I realized that the two guys I was hanging with the entire time spent even less than me. They spent maybe $40 of their $85. So the three of us spent $255 and only ordered $130 worth of stuff at the most. We subsidized about $125 of the others drinking and eating. If I get taken then that is one thing but doing that to my friends really sends me over the edge. So that is the first person I want to punch.
Second:
A good friend of mine moved here about four or five years ago. She lives in an apartment in Lake St. Louis and there are four units in her building. She is divorced with two young girls and lives on the second floor. Across from her lives a truck driver who is gone four weeks at a time and only home about 75% of the time. So a little over a month ago someone moved in the apartment under her and right after he did she got a call from a friend of hers who works at the Lake St. Louis PD. He was fresh out of jail for raping a woman and on parole. Well, she had been sexually assaulted before moving here so immediately her PTSD kicks in and she can't sleep, etc. The leasing office said there was nothing they could do and there were no other apartments she could move into and it would be $3000 to break her lease.
A week or two later her dog wanted out at 3am and when she opened her door she found Mr. Rapey sitting at the top of the steps just a foot from her door. He said something about being clausterphobic, looked around her into her apartment and then left. She put the dog on the balcony with a training pad and didn't sleep the rest of the night. She then brought that up to the leasing office and they did nothing.
At this point I am pretty sure something bad is going to happen and was worried. Since May she has been randomly beaten up by a guy on Wash Ave who mistook her for the guy that just beat him up. Sucker punched her as she was walking down the street and smashed her head into the wall. Then a month or two later she got hit by a car while out for a jog on a road with no sidewalk. If something bad is going to happen, it is going to happen to her.
So another week or so goes by and the night of NLDS Game 5 (yes, I remember things by what sporting event was happening) I was out drinking and I got a text from her saying that Mr. Rapey was having a party and they were all loud and drunk. She was scared and thought she should call in a noise complaint. I suggested that she not make him mad and she just took the girls and stayed at another friend's house for the rest of the weekend. Of course someone else complained and Mr. Rapey confronted her convinced that she called in the complaint on him.
Fast forward to last Tuesday and I'm minding my own business at work when she shows up behind me and starts telling me the story of what happened the night before. The truck driver had just gotten back in town a couple of days before. At 1am he called her on the phone and told her to get the girls and lock themselves in her room until she heard from him again and there was no time to explain. When he gave her the all clear she stepped out front and Mr. Rapey was in the back of a cop car. Thankfully he had heard something outside and when he looked through his peep hole, Mr. Rapey was trying to break into her apartment by picking her lock so he called her and then called the police and then stopped him. Mr. Rapey was drunk and told the cops that she has been flirting with him since he moved in (she has avoided him) and that it was OK because wouldn't mind what he was doing. I am extremely thankful that Mark (the truck driver) was in town and heard something because if not there is no telling what would have happened to her and the girls. It makes me sick to think about it.
So of course I want to do worse than hurt Mr. Rapey but won't have that chance. He will be serving the final few years of his sentence for the rape and who knows what for trying to break into her apartment that night. He would probably not be alive right now if he had gotten out. Her father is an ex-Navy SEAL and as soon as he heard he was in the car on the way to town to take her to gun safety classes and buy her a gun. If the guy hadn't been denied bail, I'm pretty sure her father might have settled things himself had he been able to find him.
And because it is time for me to leave work and I'm tired of typing, I'm going to leave it at just these two for now. The other two situations aren't nearly as bad. They are just relationship/family problems of friends that I got dragged into talking about... a lot. It was something else every freaking night. I thought I had it past me Friday night when I went out for a few with a happily married friend who has a young daughter. Well, even that didn't work out when I called him out for chatting up another girl we work with an aweful lot and being a bit flirtatious when he showed me his hand and wasn't wearing his wedding ring and said things haven't been going well on the home front. Not what I wanted to hear and I'll probably end up in the middle of that one too.
Anyway, that has been my last 10 days or so.