People Seriously Need To Grow Up

Yeah, so I think it was the last time we were paid, the checks were at Matawan.  I’m the designated check getter at my store, because by the time they come Friday night, we’re slowed down, and this way, Drew doesn’t lose a driver to the checks being picked up.  (There are eleven stores, spread around Monmouth County, more or less called the ‘north’ and ‘south’ stores.  The ‘north’ ones, Keyport, Matawan, Marlboro, etc., have their checks given to one store; same with the ‘south’ ones, and then one person from each store drives to the central store and gets that stores’ checks.  If that makes any sense to the people reading this.)

ANYWAY.  I went and got them and Lexi hadn’t left Matawan yet, (I got her a job as a phone girl there a little over a year ago.)  So of course, she comes up to me and starts talking and I was thinking to myself, ‘Okay, her in small doses, maybe not such a bad thing . . .’  But I basically found that I was even sicker of the glaringly obvious lack of maturity she has.  Even moreso now since I introduced her to Rob, this driver in Marlboro.  I figured the two of them might hit it off.  And they have.  (I swear, I gotta start charging for my matchmaking skills . . .)

Well, this is good for them.  Honestly, they hit it off, good for them.  Rob’s a great guy and frankly, Lexi needs someone to help her grow the Hell up.  And if Rob can do that, more power to him.  If he can’t, then they’ll last a bit as a couple, break up, and go their seperate ways.  To be honest, I seriously don’t care.

And apparently, therein lies the problem.  Because they both seemed to think I did, and would text me with ‘oh, we did this,’ or ‘oh, what will she think of this?’ or ‘oh, I think he’s gonna do this,’ and seriously, I DON"T CARE!!!!!!  It reminded me of middle school.  "Oh, Bobby said to Kelly who told Charlene who heard it from Max that Judy might kinda like you, Ray."  You know?  It’s freakin’ ridiculous.  If you wanna know what the other is thinking, then TALK TO THAT PERSON!!!!  It’s not hard!  (Well, okay, it can be, what with people having emotional roadblocks and all that other mentally ‘fun’ stuff, but for the sake of my rant, it’s not hard!!!!)

So, I told them both okay, talk to one another.  (I admit, the asking me about whatever stuff was usually more on him and he did quit when I said to talk to her, be willing to be open, yada, yada, yada.  And I think the reason he was doing that in the first place was justthe simple fact he figured I knew her better and am also female.)  But she’s the one who kept up the whole middle school attitude.  He’d bring her to the store a couple times this past week when they were off and hanging out together.  She’d come in and call, "Hi-ii!" in that freakin’ annoying, I’m-pretending-to-know-something-that-you-don’t tone of voice.  You know the one I mean?  Like a 13 year old trying to sound sly.  Anyway, they came on a Sunday night the first time, and I admit, I was sort of grateful, because they did help with cleaning and whatnot.  But when I was in the office entering the inventory, Lexi’s standing there, pretty much right on top of me, and when I made mention that I wanted some space, she was crowding me, all she does is back up all of two inches and says, "I can’t see from back there."

As if that makes it okay to crowd me?  As if that means it’s all right that you come into my office (mine and Drew’s,) and stand there watching me?  As if it doesn’t matter if someone says they want their space, simply because you don’t want to move?

I don’t get claustrophobic, generally, but when people invade my personal space and don’t back the Hell up when I say I want space, then I feel crowded, and frankly, I’m a lot more likely to lash out verbally at someone.  Either the someone who’s causing that feeling, or someone who doesn’t deserve it.

Not to mention the fact that she’s a phone girl.  That means she has no responsibilities at the store exept for answering the phones, maybe getting stuff out of the walk-in, and labeling boxes.  She’s said before she has no interest in doing something like shift running or managing, therefore, she has no reason to see the inventory list because that’s managerial duty.  So, what the bloody Hell does she have to be right on top of me for????

Then, Monday, Rob texts me and actually asks if it’s okay if he brings her to the store with him while he’s working.  I admit, we’re pretty lenient on stuff like that, but I’m sitting there thinking, ‘Seven hours of dealing with not only Lexi, but the two of them being all cuddly and googly-eyed at one another…  HEEEEEEEELL, NO!!!!’

So I gave Rob the excuse/reason that Lexi couldn’t come because if Jane, the supervisor, came in, it would cause problems, since Jane does know Lexi works at the Matawan store, not Marlboro, and Jane’d wonder what she was doing there.  (Reason, because Jane does pop into the stores randomly.  Excuse, because she seriously doesn’t come to this store that often, so it was extremely doubtful she’d actually show up there, especially on a Monday.)

Wednesday, though, Rob was off.  He comes to the store with her for a little while, and she comes over to me and basically does the encroaching on my personal space thing again, as well as just hanging around me.  It’s like, what are you, a puppy?  You feel you have to follow me around the freakin’ store?  And when she wasn’t doing that, she was leaning on/hugging/whatever-ing with Rob.  Now, okay, I get the whole euphoric, new relationship feeling.  But there’s a hitch here:  Rob just came off a break up with a girl he claimed he wanted to spend his life with, and she’s the one who broke up with him.  Lexi said she wanted to wait until she knew he was over the other girl before they got together, and that she and Rob should just be friends first.

Yeah.  Friends.  Riiiiight.  That’s why you’re hanging off one another, because you’re ‘friends.’  Yeah.  Okay.

Then, last night, he picks her up and of course, they end up back here.  She comes in, and I was sitting in a chair in the doorway to the office.  She grabs another one, sits down next to me, and just lays her head on my shoulder.  When I made mention of the want for personal space, she basically says oh, she doesn’t care, and she knows she’s annoying.  (I couldn’t help thinking, ‘Well, at least you admit it…’)  Then, Drew has actually said he wants to marry me, so I was making out something of a preliminary list of people to invite.  I put a question mark next to Lexi’s name, because to be honest, last night, I didn’t know if I wanted her to come.  So, she sees me looking at the list and heard me mention something about a Christmas party.  (I was making a reference to an old one.)  And she finds her name and says, "Why is there a

question mark next to my name?  Aren’t I invited to your Christmas party?"  I said I didn’t even know if I’d be able to go to my family’s Christmas party and that this list was something completely different.  Instead of just leaving it there, she keeps on with, "Well, whyyyyyyy’s there a question maaaaark next to my naaaaame?"

I didn’t answer.  But somehow, it came out that I was making a preliminary wedding guest list and of course, "Aren’t I cooooming?  I thought I was one of your briiiidesmaids!"  Initially, I had mentioned that to her, but talking about it with Drew and thinking over it afterwards, I don’t want her to be one.  First and foremost, because she is incapable of just standing there.  She’s always swaying from side to side and it’s freakin’ annoying.  If we have any kind of videography done, I’m not gonna be watching this thing, seeing someone sway from side to side on what’s supposed to be the most romantic and special day of my life.  People see someone doing that, A) it distracts them, B) it’s bloody annoying, and C) for all I know, it would make some people seasick!

Not only that, but the style of dress I have in  mind would look hideous on her.  It’s sleeveless and the sheer amount of upper arm fat she has just screams for her to stay away from sleeveless or exceptionally short-sleeved tops.  (And seriously, that’s not me being petty or purposely trying to be insulting.  She’s overweight, (to be honest, looks like she’s gained weight since I saw her at the end of August,) and a dress like the one I have in mind, as I said, would look hideous on her.  And while yeah, it’s my day and therefore I want everything to look perfect, there’s also the fact that I’m not gonna ask someone to wear something I know they won’t look good in.)

Then there’s the fact that she has no sense of grace or poise whatsoever.  I’ve seen her walking in workboots, sneakers, sandals, and dress shoes, and no matter what, it’s the same result.  She clomps around like a horse.  Yeah, there is no way in Hell I’m having a bridesmaid who can’t walk gracefully down the aisle.

Okay, anyway, before I sound too much like a Bridezilla . . .

So, today, Drew and I woke up at nine.  (Well, he usually wakes up earlier, but he was freakin’ exhausted.  He didn’t get a lot of sleep on Thursday night, so he just conked out last night.)  So the more accurate thing to say is that I woke up at nine.  I went into his room and kinda nudged him and when he woke up, I said, "Hey, it’s nine o’ clock."  He kinda looked up and said, still all sleepy-like, "It is?"  I told him, "Yep."  Then I went to the bathroom, got ready, he got ready in his room and I think made a quick bathroom stop, and we left the apartment.  Did the same thing we do every payday.  Went to the bank, got them cashed, but then instead of both of us going to our bank and depositing money, just I went because he was going somewhere to take care of something.  (Can’t remember what.)  Anyway, we said goodbye, I deposited some money into our account, then headed off to Ocean, where I had to open.  (Ugh.)  I’ve been having to do this the past few weeks because the assistant over there quit and they haven’t found a new one yet.  Well, I got there, set up, and was talking to the driver, this guy named Cowan, about different stuff.  We both agreed that Jan’s note was probably a moot point.  See, she’d put a note with each managers’ paycheck saying that we should be prepared for it to be really busy since it’s supposed to rain all day and there’s the possibility of snow showers.  Personally, I had severely doubted we’d see snow, and I couldn’t believe she was saying to be prepared for busy-ness because of the rain.  I mean, we’ve had other all-day-raining stints and she hasn’t said to be prepared for it to be really busy, why should today be any different?

So, can’t remember exactly when it was, it was pretty early on, Lexi sends me another "I F’ING LOVE U!!!!!! LOL" message, (she’d done that before, when she’d talked to Rob and he told her he was willing to wait till mariage.)  I wasn’t in the mood for it, but basically just wrote back, "Okay…. why?"  I think at first she said something about asking him and I can’t remember what I said to that, but she tells me she "didn’t freak" and that they "went to 2nd base."

To which I said "I guess all that ‘just friends’ crap was just that."  Cuz unless you’re someone who does the whole friends with benefits thing, to which she has adamantly said she is not, you’re not gonna go to second base with a friend.

Anyway, more than likely, she misunderstood my text, because she said something back about how it’s not crap, it was nice.

Blah, blah, blah.  I never said stuff like that isn’t nice.  I simply said the whole just friends thing was BS, and especially since she hadn’t even kissed him on the lips yet, why’s she gonna go to second base?  I said I was pointing out the simply logic of it.

So, she says something about me not needing to be spiteful.  And I said back, "Spiteful?  Yeah, okay.  Frankly, I don’t care what you and he do, frankly, I don’t wanna hear about it, and frankly, it’s about time you got over your guy phobia.  You have no idea what spiteful from me is.  Now quit bothering me while I’m at work."  And this is the part, at least at that point, that I found the most ridiculous from her.  She actually says back, "Geez, bitchy much?  What, did Drew dump you again?"  (Of course, without the proper punctuation/grammar.)

Now, seriously, I’ve had PLENTY of situations in the last bit-over-a-year where Drew up and decided that he couldn’t do a relationship, all he and I could be was friends, and at times, he’s claimed we couldn’t be anything.  I’ve been on that roller coaster from September of last year till the beginning of November this year.  And to be honest, I look back at those times and pride myself on the fact that no, I’ve never taken my frustration or depression over Drew out on someone else.  That’s not to say other people haven’t seen the fact that I’m frustrated or depressed, but I haven’t acted out at someone else because I feel that way.  So where the Hell does she get off making some kind of immature accusation like that?  It’s like she can’t acknowledge the fact that someone may actually get sick of her, so she has to accuse someone else of being the reason behind it.  But to blame Drew, especially to say something like that, it’s like, where do you get the nerve?

So I didn’t bother to answer her.  I was at Ocean till about quarter after six because it started picking up there and for some reason, after Eric got there, he spent a good ten minutes doing God-knows-what in the back, instead of changing, clocking in, and getting his ass on the makeline, cuz I definitely coulda used some help.  Anyway, it started picking up there and it had started snowing, (both Drew andRob texted me, letting me know to be careful driving,) and I stayed long enough that the screen got cleared off.  Then I grabbed my stuff and left.  It normally takes me about twenty-five to thrity minutes to get from Ocean to Marlboro, taking Rte 18.  In the snow, it took me about forty minutes.  It wasn’t really sticking to the roads, but it had started to.  Luckily, considering the fact it had been raining, there wasn’t any black ice or sleet on the roads.  Still kinda freaked me out, because after two car accidents in the snow, I’m not exactly enthusiastioc to be driving in it.  In fact, it scares the heck outta me.

Anyway, I got to the store and walked into chaos.  The box counter was full of boxes, the screen was full, and the phones were ringing.  Drew was yelling, in pain, and saying how he was telling Jane I wasn’t going to Ocean anymore.  I completely agree with him.  I don’t want to go to Ocean anymore.  At least, not on a Saturday.  It’s ridiculous.  I leave Ocean to get here in the middle of the rush, when stuff is already late, phones are still ringing, and everything has already gotten backed up, instead of being able to get here before the rush happens.  Cuz yeah, we still would have had late orders.  Just because of the sheer amount of stuff that came in, the location of those places, and the amount of drivers we don’t have, food would have gone out late.  But it would have been ready.  Drew wouldn’t have gotten so overwhelmed.  Cuz he was trying to do the work of three people!  Answering phones, making the food, and getting the oven!  Especially with his back and arm bothering him the way they are, he can’t do that!  But if I had been there from the start of things getting chaotic, I could have continued making food while he answered the phone, or he could have continued making food while I grabbed the oven.  Either way, it would have been a more shared effort, and therefore, wouldn’t have been so overwhleming.

Anyway, when I was able to check my phone later on, after things calmed down considerably, there was a text from Lexi, saying the same thing as much earlier in the afternoon.  The whole ‘bitchy much,’ and did Drew dump me again thing.  To whcih I said back, "What part of quit bothering me at work don’t you get?  Leave. Me. Alone."  Then, I think another text from her came through and that I sent some response, I don’t remember, but she sends another one saying something about, ‘just keep texting, I won’t read or respond till you grow up.’  To which I said, "Obviously you are reading them if you can answer that one.  And you’re the one who needs to grow up; why do you think I stopped talking to you before?"  (I.e.– September 1st.)  So a few minutes later, I get another text, this one from Rob, saying that Lexi told him to tell me to quit texting her.

Like I said, immature, childish, idiot.  Don’t involve your non-boyfriend in something just because you don’t have the guts to respond.

Long story short, I’m done with her.  I’m 27, not 12 or 13.  I’ve no interest in hanging around with someone who has the mentality of a 12 or 13 year old but who thinks she’s more mature than someone twice her actual age (23.)  I’ve got no patience for someone who has to pull the kind of middle school crap of passing messages through someone else.  I’ve got no desire to deal with someone with no respect for a person’s personal space.  And I’m not dealing with someone who can’t take a hint unless she’s bludgeoned over the head with it.

Well, I bludgeoned.  Maybe now she’ll get the hint to stay the Hell away from me.  Of course, she’ll go on her high horse, thinking she’s the one who handled it more maturely and all that B.S., but you know what?  She’s out of my life, I’ve got people who are actually at my maturity level to spend time with, so I really don’t care.  And that’s the end of that.
 

*~*~*Added on December 6th, 2009*~*~*
 

Now, onto more pleasant things.  Drew left the store just after ten last night.  Because of the snow and everything, I asked him to text me when he got home, just to let me know he was okay.  He did and he also requested that I text him when I was leaving the store.  Which led me to believe he was gonna wait up for me.  I did text when I left the store, as well as when I left the bank, but each time, I got no answer.  I figured he’d conked out.  I was right.  When I walked into the apartment, he was asleep on his recliner, but since our door is all loud, he woke up when I came in.  We talked for a bit, I gave Merry his final pill while Drew held him, (anti-inflammatory pain reliever thing that I got when I took him to the vet on Tuesday,) and when Drew was about to get up from the recliner, he says, "Okay, now that I knwo you’re home safe, I’m going to bed."

He’s not a sentimentalist.  He never has been, I don’t think.  I bet he’s always had trouble verbally expressing how he feels.  But in a way, that doesn’t even matter.  Because when he does things like this, it lets me know he really does care.

I can’t wait till Christmas.  I’ve got a crazy idea I wanna see if I can pull off.  If I manage it . . . God, I hope I manage it.  It’d be a wonderful thing for him if I could.  At least, I think it would.  Hmm . . .  There may be further reaching consequences that I need to consider before doing this.  But I’ve got a bit of time to consider those things.  Well, whichever way I decide, I’ll eventually write about it.