{"id":315,"date":"2007-06-12T15:39:22","date_gmt":"2007-06-12T22:39:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/?page_id=315"},"modified":"2008-03-14T14:00:03","modified_gmt":"2008-03-14T21:00:03","slug":"dkhr-act5","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/my-works\/the-darkest-hour-pt-1\/dkhr-act5","title":{"rendered":"Act 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\" size=\"+2\">  <strong> <\/strong><\/font><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\">  <\/font><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">The next morning when I awoke, the worst had happened, I received    various voice messages from the Mesa PD, my insurance company as well as a few    sobbing messages from the front desk clerk form the repair shop my insurance    was going through. It turns out my car had not been located by there repair    shops truck drivers and apparently had been stolen within the 45 min in which    I had left it. Once again, the momentary glimpse of light was once again, shadow    by life\u2019s reality, and was getting darker by the hour. I arrived at the    old house to see Brian\u2019s mother scrubbing franticly at what appeared to    be an imaginary spot on to wall. I went about my business, paying very little    attention to anyone else, until that is I could here the obvious crash of metal    hitting the ground. I arrived and could see mother and son, in probably the    worst scene of pathetic acting seen since the early days of General Hospital    if that. They apparently were trying to clean the air filter and managed to    completely destroy any logical attempts at it. First his mom tried using a feather    duster, then Brian followed my coating it completely in 409, effectively making    simply wiping it down pointless. Eventually they gave up and left it looking    3x\u2019s worse than it was and unable to get the screen to stay put. Fed up    with this pathetic effort of the apparent family of morons, I stepped in to    rectify the situation, at that time Brian left to go get ready for work, and    that\u2019s when I called the call. It was the hiring manager from the temp    agency that hired us for Effect Net. I told me he was sorry about everything    that was going on and that I didn\u2019t need to come in on Monday, in fact    that I didn\u2019t need to come back in at all. I was being laid off via the    phone, how much worse could things get. I personally didn\u2019t think things    could, but of course like many things recently I was wrong. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">Brian\u2019s mom apparently had made plans to do all of Brian\u2019s    duties as he had caught wind that we were deadly serious about not giving him    his security deposit if he didn\u2019t pull his half of the job. So to insure    this he conned his mother into doing it. This was not sitting well with me at    the moment, with everything falling around me. So as she went on one of her    un-productive store runs I simply locked her out for the rest of the day, yes    this was intentional. Granted it didn\u2019t make things all better as she    was saying all day almost as if it were her own personal mantra, but at least    in what I thought was my darkest hour, I had a minor amount of satisfaction.    Eventually Brian\u2019s mother tracked down my number and pleaded for me to    let her back in so she could \u201cmake it all better\u201d, I told her I    didn\u2019t have plans to go back to the house any time in the near foreseen    future as I was out with heather at the time, she then thought it was very rude    for me to leave without notifying her, To this I simply responded to her with    \u201cYou don\u2019t live at this house, and are not on the lease for this    house, if Brian or Sean are not at the house, it is my responsibility to insure    it is secured, besides you never told me you were coming back, and I come and    go as I please, your&#8217;re Brian\u2019s mom not mine, he needs to handle this    on his own.\u201d. Yes I know this was quite rude and probably slightly uncalled    for, but she was inhibiting my process of cleaning the house, and had no type    of constructive purpose for being at the house other than to say \u201cI\u2019m    going to make it all better\u201d, and \u201cyou all should be ashamed at    this filth\u201d. I so wanted to tell her that her little angel was the leading    cause of the filth in the very kitchen she was attempting to clean, and was    being quite unsuccessful in doing so. Of course this didn\u2019t stop her for    looking for an even easier and better solution versus simply putting some real    effort into it, she simply went shopping and replaced everything she could,    of which of course Brian\u2019s tried to have recouped back to him, as cleaning    cost. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">Fortunately Sean and I saw eye to eye on this one, we didn\u2019t    asked for her to do anything, she had no right doing anything, thus whatever    she bought she didn\u2019t out of her own consent and was not needed. I went    that back to the house later that evening to finish off the carpet. Brian of    course had finally had the majority of his room cleans except for the carpet,    and the walk through was for the next morning. I knew this would happen and    I could already hear his excuse \u201cwell you took the steam cleaner home    with you, so what was I supposed to use\u201d. So I spent the next 4 hrs vacuuming    the main rooms again and steaming them again because the devil child and mother    had left tracks throughout the house again and left a trail of leaves and general    debris. At about 4 am, decided to give Brian one more chance to come do his    share. At 4:45 he still hadn\u2019t shown up, and I ended up vacuuming his    room and steaming it, puke stains and all. Finally at 5:30 I went out side and    watched the sunrise, did a final walkthrough of my own and drove to my new apt,    I\u2019d have to be back in a few hours anyway.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">The drive home seemed longer than normal, maybe It was because I was so worn    out from moving and dealing with the police, but in all actuality I think it    had more to do with the fact that I began thinking about how I felt for Heather,    and the fact that it had been about 3 months since we even had any remote type    of conversation in regards to, how each other felt for the other. It had turned    out from my perspective to be a time game, almost like checking in on the status    of something, a few weeks go by one of mentions something about wanting to be    more than friends we\u2019d agree, in some sort of round about way and it was    almost a type of check to see if we were both on the same page. I was definitely    falling for her, without a doubt. That wasn\u2019t the problem, the problem    was I had no idea how I was going to deal with everything that I was feeling    for her, and even though it appeared we were on the same page after the amount    of time we had kicked it, oddly enough it didn\u2019t feel that way at times,    even though the words were said that assured it in a sense. It had been some    time since I allowed those feelings to emerge, and for the most part I had buried    them far away for this very reason. Falling for someone and having them not    fell the same way for you is worse than having mutual feeling and then not having    things work out. At least then you know you had a relationship of some sort    even if it did fail, I was dreading things were heading down that very road.    Then again maybe I was thinking too much about the entire thing and should just    let it go, I fell asleep that night with all of the above running crazed through    my mind.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">The next morning I arrived at the house to see Brian\u2019s    act like he\u2019s cleaning up something as he\u2019s mumbling incoherently,    I was about to me bother with such trivial attempts at this point. There was    nothing in the house for him to clean with and I had already removed all the    trash the evening before. The Daniel\u2019s showed up next, and almost immediately    sought me out after only exchanging quite mild pleasantries with Brian. Odel,    offered her condolences about the loss of the job, and more so the loss of my    car 2x\u2019s in one day. She then took me aside and I explained the Brian\u2019s    situation, and I could see it was making her visibly ill. She told me if she    could have it her way, she\u2019d simply not even acknowledge Brian\u2019s    existence as this meeting of sort and simply cut Sean and I our respective checks.    Of course she couldn\u2019t do this so she put it in our hands, Sean was a    little hesitant and basically kept saying whatever I felt needed to be done,    to do it. So I told Brian he didn\u2019t deserve his deposit, for not doing    his share of the work and that the little he did perform did not constitute    cleaning. Brian then replied that he had been at the house since 4 am and that    he had to go over the entire kitchen area and had to go behind both Sean and    I and re-clean the house. He also stated he sprayed down the outside of the    house as well. This of course was impossible, as I had removed the water hose    from house the day before. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">He also stated he had to patch some holes that mysteriously    appeared in his room. This I had to question since Brian is inept in nothing    for the most part especially anything requiring any type of dexterity, So I    had Brian show me these holes he so called patched, unfortunately for him he    was unable to point exactly where the holes were and point in a such a vague    area the entire wall could have been considered. This was apparent when I asked    Brian how one of the holes I\u2019d already known about was placed and as he    was pointing out to a detailed patched hole, I asked if he was sure that was    one he did, and if so where the plaster was at that he used. He stated he had    already thrown out the package in the dumpster, even though there were still    2 bags of trash that needed to be taken out which I had left on purpose, yet    he didn\u2019t take those out when he walked the single package of plaster    out. Furthermore, while he examined the hole as a doctor would examine a stitch;    I asked Cliff, Odel\u2019s husband how the hole, Brian was pointing at, was    put there. He then explained, how he had gotten frustrated a few years back    trying to put his son\u2019s bike together for Christmas and kicked the handlebar    into the wall leave and dent which Odel, made him patched before he was allowed    to have Christmas breakfast. I so wanted to turn and see Brian\u2019s face    as Cliff explained it but there was no need, the gasp for air and then silence    was enough.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">I walked back into the garage where Brian still fluttered around    like he had some sort of mission to accomplish; I think he just wanted to look    as if he had some general concern about the cleanliness, but it was a little    too late for such antics. Odel informed Cliff Sean of what had transpired earlier    in the week, and then Cliff informed Odel of what had just happened as well.    Unfortunately Sean still felt compassionate for Brian and allowed him to retain    some of his deposit. Sean could visibly see how annoyed I was, but still persisted    that Brian did do at least something no matter how much out of the way, inconvenienced,    and half assed it was. Brian didn\u2019t get back his full amount, and I felt    no way justified by what I received for the time and effort I put in, so I took    my check gave Sean props and began to head to car to leave after signing off    the lease. Sean yelled to me telling me to call him later, and Brian tried to    say something witty, but I cut him off and just left. Granted I was now driving    a fairly decent rental car, I so wanted to be able to pull away in my Neon,    squealing tires and all, I just wanted to close this chapter of my life as quickly    as possible, and move on.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/?page_id=316\">Act 6\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"sharedaddy sd-sharing-enabled\"><div class=\"robots-nocontent sd-block sd-social sd-social-icon sd-sharing\"><h3 class=\"sd-title\">Share this:<\/h3><div class=\"sd-content\"><ul><li class=\"share-facebook\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" data-shared=\"sharing-facebook-315\" class=\"share-facebook sd-button share-icon no-text\" href=\"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/my-works\/the-darkest-hour-pt-1\/dkhr-act5?share=facebook\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Click to share on Facebook\"><span><\/span><span class=\"sharing-screen-reader-text\">Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)<\/span><\/a><\/li><li class=\"share-google-plus-1\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" 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