Last night was going to be a long one anyway... Fiance wanted to go to the midnight release of a game that he had preordered and asked me to come with him. So, that was fine. Then his friend had just been dumped so we went to talk with his friend for a bit. Then, guess who marches over to us (2 unknown guys and 1 girl(me) who she wasn't even sure of who I was)? That's right -- the lady I've been having problems with at work.
Well, it's not just me. It's with all the staff members that she's causing problems. I said "Hi [lady]" which I shouldn't have, but what's done is done. She recognized me and got real nosy/judgmental real fast. She told me that Fiance and I are living in sin [because we're living together before we're married] and comparing us to her as if she's so perfect. She told Friend that he needed to zip up his hoodie, put on his hood and tie the strings and justified it because she has a son and that he was, not going to, catching pneumonia. She told Fiance, when she found out his grandparents were Irish-Catholic, "Bless you..." as if that's the only way to be. Then she discovered they were kicked out of/shunned from their church and got on her high horse again. Mind you, this was 12:30am. She went off about a lot of things, and eventually I had to say that we needed to go just to get away from her. But I also want to add that she said she worked at CJP to which I corrected her, "You live there. I work there, but that's where you live." She got mad (probably because I told her the truth and she hates that about me) and said, "Well, sort of. But we won't go into that."
Fiance thinks she has the classic beginning signs of dimensia. Wanting to wander, can't keep a story straight, arguing/judging, and then of course thinking that nothing is wrong with her. It makes sense to me now that I think about it. And he would know what that looks like seeing as he is a CNA and works with those kind of people all the time. The pretense before was that she was an alcoholic in her previous town/state, came here to get better and is falling back into that pattern. She does drink to the point where we can smell it on her breath, but not all the time. Dimensia makes a lot more sense.
Anyhow, she ruined my night. Not that she was overly obnoxious or that she was just being rude, but being around her stresses me out. Just reading the notes about her at work tenses me up. How can someone be so awful to other people? Other people who are just trying to care for you...
It's more obvious than ever to me that she can't live here anymore. She's already been served eviction papers, and apparently more action is being taken as I write this, but who knows how long she's going to be here? No one. Not even her. It sucks that she's in a place of control right now, because she could leave, but she won't. Nobody thinks she has a lawyer like she says, and that she's actually just pushing her luck by staying here; seeing how long she really can stay.
She says she's leaving soon. She'll say things like, "I might see you next week, but I might be gone by then." But she's always here.
She's just crazy. I can't wait until she's out of my life...
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