After another rejection at the DMV on Thursday, and finally getting through to my father that I have to talk to an attorney about perhaps filing bankruptcy to get rid of all the credit problems my mom left me.. I had more frustration with business today, that Barney compounded with his smug asshole attitude.
I have many supposedly valuable baseball cards, things like Ripken Jr and Rickey Henderson rookie, that I wanted to sell. Barney told me about this card store near us. We were going to stop there, and then go to the casino.
I went into the store, and of course with my luck lately, they bought nothing, claiming that the "card corners weren't perfect", and the Nolan Ryan signed ball I bought from QVC on the day of his retirement in 1993, while having a certificate that I bought it, didn't have the "right certificate".
Naturally, I was furious, and fit to be tied, between that, and all the other business and personal problems I've had lately, where everything is going wrong.
I came home to drop the items off. Barney gives me a "time limit" when we go to the casino, because he gets bored easily. When I came up, and looked at the times the tracks were going off, I would have had very little time to bet after we ate lunch.
I quietly said to Barney: "I was checking the times the tracks go off. I wont have enough time to play with the time we arranged to leave the casino, please give me another half hour".
Instead of understanding, and trying to be.. compromising, considering all the shit I've been going through, with business and personal frustration in the past few months, his reply was a very smug "We'll see about that", like he was a boss talking to an employee, or a parent talking to a disobedient small child.
I lost it: I was like ":Let me the fuck out of the car". I left, came upstairs, and sent him a nasty e-mail.
His attitude is simply sickening. This, from someone who cried on my shoulder until 4am, when things were going badly for him.
In spite of him having been fired from.. about 25 jobs. (No exxaggaration).. He thinks he's better than me, because he has a job and a woman at the moment and I don't.
Had this been reversed, and he or anyone else I knew was going through the rough time I am, I'd have given them the extra half hour, no questions asked. This is about more than that. It's about him being smug, and in control.
I know I basically should get rid of him. His attitude seems to be worsening, and my life isn't going to improve in one minute.
For now, I plan to ignore him. Hopefully, I will catch a break or two, eventually, with a job, business, etc, and then can build my life without him. I never realized until recently what a true slimebag he is.
I have many supposedly valuable baseball cards, things like Ripken Jr and Rickey Henderson rookie, that I wanted to sell. Barney told me about this card store near us. We were going to stop there, and then go to the casino.
I went into the store, and of course with my luck lately, they bought nothing, claiming that the "card corners weren't perfect", and the Nolan Ryan signed ball I bought from QVC on the day of his retirement in 1993, while having a certificate that I bought it, didn't have the "right certificate".
Naturally, I was furious, and fit to be tied, between that, and all the other business and personal problems I've had lately, where everything is going wrong.
I came home to drop the items off. Barney gives me a "time limit" when we go to the casino, because he gets bored easily. When I came up, and looked at the times the tracks were going off, I would have had very little time to bet after we ate lunch.
I quietly said to Barney: "I was checking the times the tracks go off. I wont have enough time to play with the time we arranged to leave the casino, please give me another half hour".
Instead of understanding, and trying to be.. compromising, considering all the shit I've been going through, with business and personal frustration in the past few months, his reply was a very smug "We'll see about that", like he was a boss talking to an employee, or a parent talking to a disobedient small child.
I lost it: I was like ":Let me the fuck out of the car". I left, came upstairs, and sent him a nasty e-mail.
His attitude is simply sickening. This, from someone who cried on my shoulder until 4am, when things were going badly for him.
In spite of him having been fired from.. about 25 jobs. (No exxaggaration).. He thinks he's better than me, because he has a job and a woman at the moment and I don't.
Had this been reversed, and he or anyone else I knew was going through the rough time I am, I'd have given them the extra half hour, no questions asked. This is about more than that. It's about him being smug, and in control.
I know I basically should get rid of him. His attitude seems to be worsening, and my life isn't going to improve in one minute.
For now, I plan to ignore him. Hopefully, I will catch a break or two, eventually, with a job, business, etc, and then can build my life without him. I never realized until recently what a true slimebag he is.
