Full Moon (No, My Pants are Definitely Pulled Up)

 Interesting post title, eh? I wasn't really creative about it, and you'll understand why when you get to the end of the post...but still....

The Wife was off of work today (low census on patients, meaning they didn't need as many people) so we ended up going over to Metrocenter (long story, but it used to be a mall, now closed and being torn down, but many restaurants around the area) to try out a new place that is in it's Grand Opening stage. It is a Chinese buffet, and is literally across the street from the current one we go to on occasion. Already weird, I know. Anyways, we went there. Lunch price was fine, fewer food selections, but they had all the goodies (to me) so I piled a plate high with meat: chicken teriyaki, kung pao, sweet & sour, pork sausage and onions, egg roll, and a big scoop of green beans. Food tasted better than what I recall from the other buffet, plus, for dessert, they had the ice cream machine (the ice milk pull the handle to dispense). The Wife and I enjoyed a good lunch, then headed to the AZ Biker Leather store (so I could get my vest, and patches done). Well turns out they were closed due to vacation, but due to resume regular hours Thursday (guess where I will be).

Once home, Wife and I talked a bit about plans for ourselves for the rest of the day. I mentioned I was going to the pub, as I expected to meet up with a buddy I had not seen in about a week. I did, we caught up, and another friend joined us up there as well.

It was during that time frame, that DUMBASSERY hit. My Brother sent me a pic of him at the ER. Turns out he had been shot by a pellet gun (wound in the shoulder area). What? How? Why? Oh, he told his 23'ish year old son to shoot him. I. Kid. You. Not.

About that time, I looked up at the sky, and though we are getting some cloud cover (expecting rain tomorrow) saw that the moon was a FULL one. I mentioned to my buddies, it's a full moon, what sort of crazies are we going to see tonight. Little did I know....

One friend left for home about that time, and it left two of us sitting there at the pub. I needed to relive the bladder, headed to the Men's. As I was going (yes, penis in hand, stream flowing to the urinal, back to the door) a guy walks in and gives me a haymaker, flat-palmed, against the right side of my head (hitting the ear) which throws me into the wall. I stagger, and turn to ask What the hell.... and see this guy who is like 6'9" and looks like he was born/raised to wrestle cattle.... and he is yelling at me about calling him a "bitch" on Tuesday night.

At this I have some points that need to be known.

1) Yes, I was there Tuesday night. I have seen this particular person several times over the past several months, and NEVER have I exchanged ANY words with him. So to be accused of interrupting a conversation and call him a bitch? No, never happened.

2) I'm 53 years old. I'm overweight. I use a cane. I'm peeing in a urinal, with my penis in hand, and this huge guy sucker-punches me upside the head. Something wrong here? He wants to kick ass, but does this to a handicapped old guy, behind his back, while is literally holding and doing business. Yeah, stay classy. You are oh so tough taking out an old guy in that manner. Wouldn't even face him to throw the punch....

3) Yes. Busted eardrum (best I can tell). Hearing is very minimal now on that side (not much worse than before, but still worse). No bleeding/cuts. Slight bruising along the side of my face. Had some blurry vision from the right side eye for about an hour, but it cleared up. By the time I got home (let's just say it was in the AM hours) I had the Wife check my pupils (before I told her what happened) and they were fine. After the story, she noticed some slight swelling on that side of my face, and thought it might actually bruise, but I don't care. Nothing she can do about the ear... not that I used it to listen to her anyways (ha ha).

Can't sleep. Starting to feel some pain in the neck (probably from being hit on the side of the head so hard) and no balance/dizziness/vertigo, but can tell the large percentage of hearing loss on the right. Know how we "pressure-check" our ears by holding the nose, and 'blowing out'? Well, earlier, it felt like wind blowing out my right ear (busted eardrum). At this early (late) hour, I just tried again, and it didn't act like before, but I also didn't force it, so maybe the drum is starting to heal already.

RM, sorry you had to read about my escapades on here, but I'm not really ready to talk to anyone about it (except the Wife). PTSD? I don't think so... This would never been considered my first foray into getting my ass kicked. I would have loved the chance to see it coming, versus getting sucker-punched from behind.... I have many friends, that would gladly help me retaliate in whatever way to this guy (physically or whatever) but I'm not pursuing that. I let the bartender know what happened, and that I wanted him 86'd for LIFE (the owners of this place own like 6 bars in that area of town, so he would out of all of them).

I had a time-frame of my life, where I was not a good person. There were tings done that I'm not happy about, whether I was part of it, or all of it, I was just not pleased about it. After tonight's "incident" those memories came to the fore-front of my mind. I know I don't want to be that person, not now, but my basic anger, and reactionary mind-set about the whole thing.... I would kill this MF'er without thinking twice. Attacks me from behind, while I am holding my privates and pee'ing. What a man. Dead man as far as I am concerned. Not by me, or by my suggestion. Just is.

Full Moons and crazies. Dumbasses we call family (my Brother, My Nephew). <raising the shot glass> and to the bad memories from bad things we did years ago, only to re-surface because some bully sucker-punches in the bathroom.... Heh. Big Toast... take two sips.

Peace

Another Nothing Post

 Welcome to another Wednesday edition of "I Have Nothing To Post About". I don't know how RM manages to find a topic to write about most fays, even if it is based off of personal memories, or tales of exploits, or even things she has to do that day. I work, eat, sometimes drink, and sleep. Kind of hard to get excited and find a topic out of all that....

I slept in yesterday - on a workday at that. At least an hour longer than I normally would have. I only got that much more as I had asked Sis to call me about 7 as I had a question for her. Then I laid in bed until about 7:40am before getting up and heading to the computer to start work. Most mornings I like to get up a couple hours before, just to go through emails, FB, and whatnot, prior to starting the day. Sometimes I even post some boring stuff here.... like today. Of course, today, I was up an hour before the alarm, so made a trip tot he local QuikTrip for some cigarettes, soda and breakfast (that being the jalapeno cheese and sausage hot dog (x2) that I call 'rollers'). Now haven eaten, and had half a Mtn Dew (loading up on the sugar already) I think I may be ready to start the day.

The middle Son stopped by yesterday morning. Though I was later about getting up, when I got to the computer, there was a McD's bag with breakfast in it, and a couple large sweet teas. When he had gotten off work that morning, he had came over (about 6'ish) to "hang out" until the 99 cent store opens. So, sausage mcmuffins and sweet tea was breakfast. And I love me some sweet tea. Over the past few years, a few more places here in AZ are starting to actually serve it. A few of the restaurants we go to, serve it, and it is my drink of choice. Otherwise it is just a regular tea and I add sweet 'n low. The Wife almost always has a raspberry tea. Anyways, the middle Son is so nice about doing the breakfast thing sometimes when he comes over after work like that. Then when he runs to the store, he always asks if we need anything. I usually just tell him a 2-liter of Mtn Dew, which he always gets me. Wife will sometimes ask for something small. He always refuses to take any money from us, even though he spent less than $5 getting things for us. He is turning out to be a nice young man. Now, if he and his older siblings would 'rub' off on the youngest. Sigh.

The mortgage company that is handling the Note on my old house is confusing me. Even with my Real Estate experience, and the several years I worked for a Mortgage Broker, I am so lost in regards to how this company remains in business. Thank goodness The house will be done and out of my hands by the end of the month. So, over the last year plus, we have been slowly getting things out of the house. Don't ask why so long, just go with it. At one point earlier 2020, the insurance company found out we were not living in the house (I'm guessing got a forwarded mail notice) and cancelled the policy as it was not a landlord type policy. I understand that. They refunded the overage for the remaining coverage (about $500). I'm like, okay, maybe we don't need insurance and let's just get this cleaned out and sold finally. When we got it under contract (around the 1st of 2021) we needed insurance because there were going to be workers there doing remodeling, etc, and needed coverage 'just in case'. My attorney/insurance friend, helped me find a temporary coverage agent, and got something in place. This is where the mortgage company confuses me.....

Edit: I figured it out - sorta. The mtg co wants back the difference for those months... about $518. Afer they cut the check in another dept. Best I got....

Let's start off by saying my payments to the mortgage company are escrowed - meaning I pay insurance and taxes with the monthly payment. So the insurance company had already refunded some money for overage when they cancelled.

Back in early January, the mtg co sends me notice that they show there is no current insurance on the house (working on the temp ins at that time). They say they are going to put a policy in place if I don't and it may be expensive. Understood. My insurance agent sends the new temp insurance info to the mtg co. Monday, I get a new letter from the mtg co, and included in it is a check for over $2k, that they are refunding to me for an escrow overage. So they were overcharging me on the escrow account? THAT MUCH?!? AND, last week there was a letter from the mtg saying they are going to CHARGE me $518 to have insurance in place that would have covered from Aug-Jan (period there was no insurance). HUH??!!?? Give me 2k, but charge me 518.... shouldn't that have been taken out before you gave me a check? I'm confused. That's why I got a second opinion from Sis. And it concurred with my thought. Deposit the check. If they need to charge me the 518, let them add it on the payoff when the house closes later this month. Geez.....morons.

Well, maybe tomorrow I will have something better to post.

PeacE

So That New Guy....

Here I am all excited there is a hire for my replacement. Transition looking good. I just finished my second day with him. I'm putting my head in a hole, like an ostrich, but the hole is Hellfire and will scorch the life out of me. This guy is not a COMPLETE idiot, but, as I will speak to the Boss tomorrow, he has a hard time grasping the idea of this particular job.

The driving part, he had his first night driving today. Wasn't bad. I showed him last night, gave him addresses of the stops, so tonight was not bad. But it is that part before driving. The making sure you have "ALL the work orders for parts, and ALL the parts for those that we deliver to, PLUS the guys we don't" thing. He actually admitted to me, that his is extremely slow about reading something, and transposing to another form.... such as, reading a part number, and marking it on an inventory sheet that you took it out, which is basically a "check mark" that, yes, you pulled it out. But he says he has a hard time with it.

I consider myself of mild intelligence. This job, in my opinion, is too flipping easy for the regular person. I understand a slower time as you adapt to the job, finding out how things work, where they are, etc.... but this guy.... I don't know. I feel I have no choice but to share how I feel with my boss. AND if they decide to let this guy go, how long until they find another... and that puts me back to doing the job, preventing me from getting to where we (as a company) need me to be.

I really want this guy to work, but .... after two days, I don't think he has it. I got to tell my Boss that tomorrow.

Oh, Yee Haw.

PeacE