life's going on
Things are getting back to normal, sort of. Husband is on 90-day probabtion at work and got his pay cut by $200 a week. We're just playing by ear until he gets sentenced next month, either 90 days in a halfway house where he goes to work and checks into this place after work, or a year on tether. My license is suspended for a month, then restricted for 6. On the weekends he drives me to work, but he has a 9pm curfew so my parents have to pick me up. My mom usually takes me to work and my dad picks me up. They really don't seem to mind.
I have a lot of mixed feelings about all of this. Honestly none of this crap was going on here was going to stop until this happened. We were not only narc'd on by one supposed friend, but two. We definately know who one is, he was here right before we were raided. We are just letting go anyone who seemed to come over for just one thing or haven't been close to for a long period of time. Whoever it is, is a hypocrite, to come over here and be our friend, and take care of their pot habit also, then to turn on us (I went to jail too) and literally knock the guts out of us and our families. Our parents are humiliated, especially after the huge article in the paper about us. Chances for me getting a better job are slim to none right now. Right now work is so close to me, I wouldn't dare get a job farther away while I'm being driven back and forth to work. The whole reason for not doing drugs, to get a better job, gone to hell.
We finally sold that old truck that he was going to fix. Suddenly we have this money and we don't know who to pay first, the parents for the lawyer, hold onto it for whatever fine or court cost or tether. Already the money isn't ours.
I worried after all this I would never hear that crazy cackle from my husband ever again. No more worries there, he called me the other night to let me know he changed the oil in my car and gave it a "Chicago Tune-Up" (to go drive the piss out a car) and he just laughed! Music to my ears. Today is my first day off since the court date, so I can finally clean. I caught myself shakin' my butt and dancing around with my iTunes playing on the computer.
I have a lot of mixed feelings about all of this. Honestly none of this crap was going on here was going to stop until this happened. We were not only narc'd on by one supposed friend, but two. We definately know who one is, he was here right before we were raided. We are just letting go anyone who seemed to come over for just one thing or haven't been close to for a long period of time. Whoever it is, is a hypocrite, to come over here and be our friend, and take care of their pot habit also, then to turn on us (I went to jail too) and literally knock the guts out of us and our families. Our parents are humiliated, especially after the huge article in the paper about us. Chances for me getting a better job are slim to none right now. Right now work is so close to me, I wouldn't dare get a job farther away while I'm being driven back and forth to work. The whole reason for not doing drugs, to get a better job, gone to hell.
We finally sold that old truck that he was going to fix. Suddenly we have this money and we don't know who to pay first, the parents for the lawyer, hold onto it for whatever fine or court cost or tether. Already the money isn't ours.
I worried after all this I would never hear that crazy cackle from my husband ever again. No more worries there, he called me the other night to let me know he changed the oil in my car and gave it a "Chicago Tune-Up" (to go drive the piss out a car) and he just laughed! Music to my ears. Today is my first day off since the court date, so I can finally clean. I caught myself shakin' my butt and dancing around with my iTunes playing on the computer.
posted by Jen at 12:47 PM
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Sharkie's okay, he was at my mom's when the raid happened. The really hard part is the huge article they had in the paper with our names, and the paper just threw in there that we had cocaine in the house too. For the life of us we have no idea what the hell they found, we sure as hell did not have cocaine here and everyone that knows us will know that. I joke a little too, I tell people don't mess with me, I'll cut you, I been in jail. I'm I okay? No. Work is really sucking bad lately, my hours don't let me spend any time with husband, and we really need each other now. If just going to jail was my problem right now, I'd be better, but work on top of this is too much. The job by itself is fine also, there is so much theft going on at work, I'm training a new person who never worked on a computer before let alone know how to type, the drawer came up short last night while I was working with her. Management is having us do stuff that just ain't right, and pretty much told us it ain't their problem when what they are having us do comes back to haunt us and we get screamed at by customers. Can't help but feel a little stuck right now.
Har har. I think this will be my last job in this industry. So much can go wrong and I'm the only one there to scream at.
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