I haven’t been posting regularly to this blog lately, and I haven’t been visiting my regular list of blogs much at all the past week. I have been struggling to finish up a few outside projects that are rather late.
Now this evening, I got a very upsetting phone call. No one died or anything. Unfortunately, I did a favor for a former friend, and it came back to bite me on the ass. I can’t begin to tell you how emotionally devastating this phone call was. I thought I had understood the depths of cruelty that some human beings can sink to; I guess I was wrong.
All I want to do right now is curl up in a ball in a corner somewhere and completely shut myself off to the outside world—even though people are counting on me to finish up my current project.
I think that I am going to need to take at least a week off from posting to this blog. I apologize to my regular readers and hope to return by next weekend.
Take care :) I hope things improve for you!
Well I hope things start to look up, I’ve enjoyed reading!
Take care of yourself!
Thanks, Mercy and Jenniy. I was more or less worthless at work today. I decided to take a day or two off from work to recover.
I wish I could say more about what happened, but I’m thinking that it would be safest to say as little as possible for now.
I will say one thing, though—no good deed goes unpunished.
I hope you feel better and I look forward to reading more from you in the future
Man, it sounds like you are feeling pretty awful right now. I wish I could help. Maybe commenting will cheer you up. It’s sucks when you lose faith in mankind. At least you are taking a few days off to give yourself a little recovery time. :) Hugs to you Michael.
Came here by way of BlogExplosion..all I can say is UGH! People really suck sometimes. All of last winter was like that for me.
Hope things improve for you soon.
yikes .. must’ve been some favour.
good luck.
I hope you will feel better soon, take good care of yourself.
Looking forward to reading your writing in the future. Best wishes.
Thanks for your support, everyone.
I will post a more detailed account of what happened later in the week because, unfortunately, this has all turned into a surreal episode of “he said; she said,” and one account out there in the blogosphere of the events that transpired is so frighteningly distorted, it makes me sick.
The short version is this—as part of my job, I had to clear out the office of a former colleague (it was the start of the new fiscal year, after all). I gave little thought to the contents of the abandoned belongings (much of which she had thrown into her desk drawers and forgotten she even had); I just tossed what seemed like personal items in one box. The rest I gave over to her newly-hired replacement. As a favor, rather than make her come get her personal crap, I left the box of belongings on her doorstep.
The two of us had a falling out a few months ago, and she seems to be under the paranoid delusion that I have obsessive romantic feelings towards her. (Any feelings of affection I still had for her were shattered quite dramatically this past March.) She misinterpreted the contents of the box as some kind of twisted passive aggressive attack against her, accused me of stalking, and called the police. A patrolman called my house Sunday and threatened me with arrest if I went to her apartment again. (He called a second time to add phone or e-mail contact to the verbotin list.)
I have very few options open to me to protect myself against this woman’s paranoia. I have made my manager and my university’s human resources department aware of the situation, and later this week I plan on filing a formal complaint against the incompetent boob at the local police station who took this woman’s ravings seriously.
This situation turned uglier than I could have ever imagined.
Oh wow. I’m so sorry to hear what happened! Sounds like a good thing you lost any feelings of affection awhile ago - it would be horrible to end up with such an overly dramatic (slightly nutty?) woman. I hope it all works out for you. And I’m glad to hear that you’re taking steps to show that you did not do such a thing in stead of sitting back and letting her get away with it.
Problem is that she already got away with it to some extent. My only defense now is the truth, but sometimes truth fails as a shield and must then be used as a shovel.
Curse my naïveté. Curse my insensitivity. Not in the furthest reaches of my imagination could I have anticipated that the contents of this box would be interpreted in such a manner.
I am debating whether to post an entry that itemizes the contents of the box in question. To be fair, I might also have to explain the backstory. Yet do I want such an intensely personal entry on this blog? …perhaps as a cautionary tale… Damn it.