Not fallen for that, no siree!
Nov. 30th, 2004 02:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tenayaGarage guy is in the middle of a work crisis. He works at a home for disabled adults and there was an incident where one of the clients put his hand through the window, then picked up a nice big shard and threated J with it. Chaos abounded but things finally got under control and the client to the hospital to be stitched up. J made good decisions in a time of crisis but his fellow workers did not. Boss is having J fill in the forms, but wants him to leave out stuff like he called for help but his co-workers wouldn't come. It's a mess. I encouraged J to leave in that he called for help, or else it would look like he did not follow procedures. I question the judgement of Boss in putting a rosey patina on this, but J does indeed need to keep his job.
Anyway, on his way out the door, he mentioned that he didn't know when the basement would be ready, and he was pressing his boss to put him up after the 6th. Of course, everything he says sounds reasonable and he actually hasn't done anything negative, but it's just the things he says, how quickly he changes the subject when one tries to get a few confirming details, and the fact that he has been sponging off of friends and family for 16 months. I know the issues here are really our issues, but I've always believed in and listened to my hunches. Anyway, the desire to say, "J, please stay here until the basement is ready" was incredibly strong and I had to bite it back consciously. One wants to do good deeds and be kind-hearted, but the flip side of that is to discover that the continuing excuses are just a con job.
We discovered Scooter, the vision impaired cat, went out the front door with Big Reg this morning, but didn't come in with him. Usually, Scooter just comes around into the courtyard and asks to be let in the back door, but he didn't this time because he fears the dog may be there. And Scooter was enjoying some much needed lap time with Mom when J came in and he fled the room in a panic. I suppose it's rude to value the serenity and security of one's pets over another human being, but it's their home, too.
On the coon front, the 3 legged guy was by tonight stealing nervous mouthfuls of kibble. Since Momma Coon hasn't been by for a while, I'm wondering if she will continue to use our yard as her child rearing area of choice since it smells of dog now.
Anyway, on his way out the door, he mentioned that he didn't know when the basement would be ready, and he was pressing his boss to put him up after the 6th. Of course, everything he says sounds reasonable and he actually hasn't done anything negative, but it's just the things he says, how quickly he changes the subject when one tries to get a few confirming details, and the fact that he has been sponging off of friends and family for 16 months. I know the issues here are really our issues, but I've always believed in and listened to my hunches. Anyway, the desire to say, "J, please stay here until the basement is ready" was incredibly strong and I had to bite it back consciously. One wants to do good deeds and be kind-hearted, but the flip side of that is to discover that the continuing excuses are just a con job.
We discovered Scooter, the vision impaired cat, went out the front door with Big Reg this morning, but didn't come in with him. Usually, Scooter just comes around into the courtyard and asks to be let in the back door, but he didn't this time because he fears the dog may be there. And Scooter was enjoying some much needed lap time with Mom when J came in and he fled the room in a panic. I suppose it's rude to value the serenity and security of one's pets over another human being, but it's their home, too.
On the coon front, the 3 legged guy was by tonight stealing nervous mouthfuls of kibble. Since Momma Coon hasn't been by for a while, I'm wondering if she will continue to use our yard as her child rearing area of choice since it smells of dog now.
