Okay I am now Sober enough to type this all up. I have had a a crazy last day. some was good was bad. Where to start... Well I guess like most of the time it's best to start at the beginning.
Yesterday I got a hold of Tanya. She is dry docked in German on her cruise ship. She is going to be running the hydrolics for the moving set pieces in the shortened version of "Lion King" and "Wicked". Right now we are dealing with a +9 hour time difference. but it will vary depending upon where her boat is.
She has run into a few snags out there. The first being that on a cruise ship they don't aren't allowing her to set up direct deposit. She and everyone else there is getting paid in cash and they are all given a safe on the ship to store it in. They are telling her wire transferes take 14-20 days. Which is bullshit right there. My company deals with wire transfers over seas and they never take more then a day or so to complete. So that means the bills she set up on auto bill pay with the bank and now in jeopardy.
And then there is the story of two nights ago. This is what got me angry, and reason I have spent the majority of today in bed, and am still fighting off a major hang over.
Now first of all let me say this not something I am holding against her. Because I know her. But she went out drinking with the tech crew on her boat last night. And her boss kept buying her drinks and she had like 12 of them she was telling me. And at the end of the night he had someone else show her back to her room. (The boat is big and she was still learning her way around.) But instead of taking her back to her room he takes her to the theatre and starts trying to put the moves on her. And she admits she was slightly receptive due to being drunk but he kept pushing her and she had to physically push him off over and over again she said, and had to push him out of her room because he wasn't going to leave. And she explained to him over and over that she has a boyfriend back home (Me!). And this is the response that makes me want to fly out to Germany and kick his ass. "Well what would you have to do to not have a boyfriend anymore?" When she told me that I nearly lost my shit. And this was all while I was still at work.
She said she told her supervisor yesterday morning she does want to be left alone with him after what happened, and he was nice to her getting her gatorade and giving her easy tasks since she was ery hung over. So I am hopinig this is a one time thing. If I hear one more thing like this I am going to sell my soul or some such thing to get her back home, because I won't leave her anywhere that is going to put her into that kind of jeopardy. Right now I am working with the assumption she ran into one person who tried to take advantage of the situation, but if it turns into more there will be hell to pay.
But about an hour after that phone call I went out with a bunch of people after work. We all went to Chevys for their happy hour and we got them to start it early for us. And I had three of their Margueritas there, then when happy hour was over we went to a different bar. I know I had at least two Tokyo Ice Teas, and a shot glass that I am not sure what was in it because they guy who the drink belong to left and I inherited it.
Now I rememeber heading to the restroom, and then I blank out for a bit until I rememeber people helping me walk down the street (holding me up), putting me in a cab, and the first one they put me in wouldn't take me home so they had to find another one. The second one did, and this one did take me home. But the motion of the cab ride was just too much, and there was tossed cookies in the back of the cab. So had to pay the cabbie more money to get his cab cleaned. I don't know how I made it up to my apartment, I can sort trace the chaos through flung off clothes, and the mess in the bathroom of me trying to clean up once I got home. This morning I was supposed to have a meeting but I was hit with a migraine that nearly killed me. I have had like 12 ibuprofin today to try and fight it off. (That is 4 pills 3 times) But I finally functional, meaning I can walk in a straight line, I can see where I am going, and I am not puking very time I try and move around. But what is the worst thing is that I don't know what happened in blank spot and I am sure I will find out about it Sunday at work.
And I don't think there is a more pitiful feeling then cleaning up after a mess that you know you made, but can't remember doing.
One last note I don't think I will be able to eat Mexican food for a while. Refried beans not so good the 2nd time around.
Yesterday I got a hold of Tanya. She is dry docked in German on her cruise ship. She is going to be running the hydrolics for the moving set pieces in the shortened version of "Lion King" and "Wicked". Right now we are dealing with a +9 hour time difference. but it will vary depending upon where her boat is.
She has run into a few snags out there. The first being that on a cruise ship they don't aren't allowing her to set up direct deposit. She and everyone else there is getting paid in cash and they are all given a safe on the ship to store it in. They are telling her wire transferes take 14-20 days. Which is bullshit right there. My company deals with wire transfers over seas and they never take more then a day or so to complete. So that means the bills she set up on auto bill pay with the bank and now in jeopardy.
And then there is the story of two nights ago. This is what got me angry, and reason I have spent the majority of today in bed, and am still fighting off a major hang over.
Now first of all let me say this not something I am holding against her. Because I know her. But she went out drinking with the tech crew on her boat last night. And her boss kept buying her drinks and she had like 12 of them she was telling me. And at the end of the night he had someone else show her back to her room. (The boat is big and she was still learning her way around.) But instead of taking her back to her room he takes her to the theatre and starts trying to put the moves on her. And she admits she was slightly receptive due to being drunk but he kept pushing her and she had to physically push him off over and over again she said, and had to push him out of her room because he wasn't going to leave. And she explained to him over and over that she has a boyfriend back home (Me!). And this is the response that makes me want to fly out to Germany and kick his ass. "Well what would you have to do to not have a boyfriend anymore?" When she told me that I nearly lost my shit. And this was all while I was still at work.
She said she told her supervisor yesterday morning she does want to be left alone with him after what happened, and he was nice to her getting her gatorade and giving her easy tasks since she was ery hung over. So I am hopinig this is a one time thing. If I hear one more thing like this I am going to sell my soul or some such thing to get her back home, because I won't leave her anywhere that is going to put her into that kind of jeopardy. Right now I am working with the assumption she ran into one person who tried to take advantage of the situation, but if it turns into more there will be hell to pay.
But about an hour after that phone call I went out with a bunch of people after work. We all went to Chevys for their happy hour and we got them to start it early for us. And I had three of their Margueritas there, then when happy hour was over we went to a different bar. I know I had at least two Tokyo Ice Teas, and a shot glass that I am not sure what was in it because they guy who the drink belong to left and I inherited it.
Now I rememeber heading to the restroom, and then I blank out for a bit until I rememeber people helping me walk down the street (holding me up), putting me in a cab, and the first one they put me in wouldn't take me home so they had to find another one. The second one did, and this one did take me home. But the motion of the cab ride was just too much, and there was tossed cookies in the back of the cab. So had to pay the cabbie more money to get his cab cleaned. I don't know how I made it up to my apartment, I can sort trace the chaos through flung off clothes, and the mess in the bathroom of me trying to clean up once I got home. This morning I was supposed to have a meeting but I was hit with a migraine that nearly killed me. I have had like 12 ibuprofin today to try and fight it off. (That is 4 pills 3 times) But I finally functional, meaning I can walk in a straight line, I can see where I am going, and I am not puking very time I try and move around. But what is the worst thing is that I don't know what happened in blank spot and I am sure I will find out about it Sunday at work.
And I don't think there is a more pitiful feeling then cleaning up after a mess that you know you made, but can't remember doing.
One last note I don't think I will be able to eat Mexican food for a while. Refried beans not so good the 2nd time around.
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semiretiredpunk:
In case you haven't noticed, I never wait till I'm sober to type. That story is lame. Made me mad just reading it. Don't fly to Germany to kick that guy's ass. Wait till the ship comes closer to save yourself money.
modvayne:
It's bad when someone tries to take advantage in a situation like that. I would definitely be upset by it, but I would wait until a better opportunity arose to deal with it though. There's no sense in going to a foreign country and getting arrested when it can be done closer to home.