Recently, as some of you know my case at work moved to Manchester-By-The-Sea.
Up near Gloucester...North Shore.
Snobbeville Massachusetts.
My Bosses sister,
Bless her heart,
believes that money is the most important thing on the planet.
In three weeks of living here and being around the corner from this woman, she has managed to stand on the sidewalk and belittle me.
Stating one of the first things she said to me was that
"YOU are NOT in charge here...."
Bitch I never said I was. Now get outta mah way and let me do my job.
I'm pretty sure I wanted to say that but I didn't. Because I'm nice. :)
No really though, she ranted for a good ten minutes while I preceeded to open my mouth in disbelief and awe and widened my eyes to prevent them from popping out of my head from all the anger rushed blood being pushed to my brain.
Then I let her have it.
I told her, "First of all......my boss was the one that decided I move things. Not me.
Second. YOU are NOT my boss.
Jim is.
This is my job and I do what I'm asked to do within reason.
My soul priority is the mother and daughter, everything else get's organized around them.
If you have a problem, take it up with your brother."
Second offense.
I'm seriously not even sure what to make of this.
I asked her after my bosses daughter's first day of school....
"Carol, I'm not questioning you, I'm just curious,....Carly wanted to learn French, and they didn't have it at her other school. Why did you sign her up for spanish?"
Response: "No one speaks French anymore. No one. Nobody speaks french. 90% of the population speaks spanish. I, I majored in Spanish, I can help the girls, all of my kids I can help them speak spanish."
(It's funny because she told me she majored in communications at UNH. Then she was a hairdresser.)
While she was telling me this, I saw about 3 poodles and very wealthy people walk by with sunhats and sunglasses on, envisioning them waving aurevios!!!!!
Truly. I'm pretty sure the country DIRECTLY above Massachusetts, half of England, a quarter of Ireland, wait wait....what's that Country....FRANCE! ....Louisiana...There's this thing called Creole' down in the Bayou. I believe it's known as the FRENCH QUARTER. Tennessee... Damn woman do you know your geography?
For realsies. No one speaks French my butt. She's retarted.
While this was ranting through my head, I said
"Oh, well that's just interesting. I was curious because I think-----"
No no be sure to completely cut me off and WHILE interrupting me insult me to boot.
"Deana no one cares' what you think."
Aha!!!! Here's my verbal slap.
"ACTUALLY Carol. It does matter, and Jim cares, that's why he asks, so does Carly, because I'm here. All week. I'm raising his daughter, AND taking care of his wife."
She walked away, saying "ok! ok!"
A couple days after my birthday, I find out she was actually making fun of me with her impressionable 16 year old daughter.
Calling me ugly. Saying that I gave up because I had a nose-ring?
Seriously? Is she so warped and pathetic that she thinks it's ok to teach a teenager to make fun of other people for what they look like?
This woman BOASTS about how well behaved her children are.
They stay silent out of fear. She screams alot.
Alot.
Another day she asked me jauntingly.....with a cocky smile.
"see I'm not so bad once you get to know me..right?"
Deana says: "I actually think deep down you're a good person Carol, you're just ebracive"
I ain't gonna lie....
ON my birthday, I took Teri and Carly out to eat.
Against what I actually prefer to do, because it was a birthday and I NEVER take them out. I ordered Teri a martini. She likes them. I disapprove. But I did it anyway.
The next day she had a hallucination. This is why I do NOT encourage it.
I told Carol and she saw no problem with it at all. "What does it matter anyway?"
Her brain isn't COMPLETE mush you dolt. Hard Alchohol is bad for her.
I oughtta beat you with a stick.
My job here is to take care of Teri.
A very sweet loving innocent soul, who suffers from Early Onset Dementia.
This woman; Carol; is Teri's sister in law. Whom she used to hate.
Carol actually had the audacity once to insult Teri blatantly in front of her
telling me that "Teri used to try to do it all; because she couldn't do it all"
Bitch, Teri graduated from a University, and worked her way up in ONE solid Good company where she was a Supervisor. for 15 years.
She was a stellar home-maker, and mom.
She was on the PTO, Played Tennis, and Scrabble Club. Threw fund -raisers.
What have you done?
Fed off your husbands bank account, got knocked up 5 times, opened your obnoxious mouth, and barked at your children to train them to think like robots?
Two days ago, I'm in the kitchen and Teri comes up to me.
She asks me to call her friend Carol.
I said ok. Because it makes her happy.
I called and when I hung up the phone......POUNDING on the door.
Let me just say this woman's face consists of a smile that looks like it was placed there by the devil himself.
She's a Demon. Her eyes are frighteningly wide and her eyebrows are always arched.
She comes in, and starts chatting with Teri. That's fine. Got NO problem with that.
But when I hear negativity?
Talking like Alzheimers is a bad thing? And that it's a problem....
Heck no.
Exibit A last interaction before Deana Finally stood up for herself.
Deana washes dishes.
Carol asks "Is TERI GETTING ALL HER MEDS ON TIME!?"
Deana says yup. It's my job.
Carol asks "HEY UH, YOU KNOW THAT IF SHE DOESNT GET HER MEDS SHE STARTS GETTING WORSE RIGHT"
Deana says yup. That's why I give them to her.
Carol says to Teri: So are you sad today? What's the issue? Is it the Alzheimers? You know it's only gonna get worse right?
Deana says: Carol could you please not talk about anything Negative with her....It's bad for her
Carol gets up from chair
"DEANA DEANA YA KNOW WHAT DEANA DON'T START WITH ME AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS"
Door slams. Door locks.
Deana leaves.
Next morning.
I get a missed phone call, and voicemail.
I call it back. and I thought it was my aunt so I was super duper happy.....This was not the case.
It was Blonde McDogface.
"Deana, Deana, Hi I just wanted to let you know I left you a voicemail."
Oh, yeah I'm not calling it now that I have you on the phone I didn't listen to it, sorry i'm driving what's up?
Of course you wouldn't.
I'm picking up Teri this afternoon at 230
It's better than having her sit in a car all day like a dog and running errands.
I think.
Carol, I don't care what you think.
Click. She hung up on me.
Far fetched from a woman who whenever you say the slightest thing she disagrees with is emotionally, verbally, and mentally, abusive.
I called back.
Voicemail left on the HOUSE PHONE.
"Hi Carol, this is Deana. I really appreciate the way you hung up on me in the middle of a conversation that was very mature and appropriate. Also I've taken enough of your condescending underhanded comments and gestures as well as your insults and screaming. Do mind that I've been in the business of taking care of people for five years, I taught an 83 year old woman how to walk again. Went to EMT school, and was raised by Nurses. I'm in school at Boston College right now to be a teacher...If you ever tell me to mind my business again regarding my job. You're in for it."
I for-warned my boss that I'm contemplating getting a nanny cam so he can see what she's really like when he's not around.
Enough is enough.
I feel sorry for her. But she's a grown ass woman....I got rid of my anger...I worked past and through my issues and have been free, happy and whole for 6 months.
There's no need for her behavior.
Money isn't everything and from what I've seen and grew up knowing. It makes people ill.
I'd rather be able to pay my bills on time and have some extra put away than be wealthy.
And I'd rather focus on clean air and my emotional well being than earning a dollar.
It'll only get you so far.
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