NO, MORE, DRAMA!

So as I said a couple of days ago, there are plenty of things going on in my life that I have to blog about. For one, the drama is non stop at my sober living, the most annoying one is the fact that we sprayed the house for bed bugs, yet again (this is my FIFTH spraying) and we may have another one next Monday, AGAIN, making that number six! I have had ENOUGH of this hell hole, but it's gonna be hard convincing my parents that I am ready to be out of this place, since they worry about my safety. I understand them totally, but I feel like I have proven myself with going to school, and being of service, and now with this new job I feel like I am definitely working a lot harder than I ever have before.

On the drama side of things, I had quite the little incident this last weekend. I was sitting at home, watching TV as usual, and all of a sudden I see one of the rehab employees walk out of his room with a plastic bag that made a clink clink clink kind of sound that somehow rang a bell with me...so as I watched TV, I kept an eye on him through the corner of my eye and watched him as he threw the bag away...in our neighbors trash cans. This made me think, I sat there having the most Murder She Wrote-y inner monologue going on in my head, thinking to myself things like “oh, I bet she's throwing away those liquor bottles she's been drinking in our sober living” and “wouldn't it just be so fucking funny and hypocritical for one of the people that lectured me on my drinking a couple of weeks ago, to have been drinking in the house this whole time?”. So I watched him get ready, and get in his car...and as soon as I was sure he was gone, I Scooby Doo'd my ass over to our neighbor's garbage cans, and pulled out the bag he threw away there...and lo and behold, there they were four empty flasks of vodka! The mystery of the hypocritical alcoholic had been solved! I must admit there was this little part of me (OK big part of me) that really enjoyed catching this bit of hypocrisy right under my own roof. So I did what I was supposed to do, I told the higher ups about what I found, and they apparently called him. He denied it, and when he came home, he sat right next to me and denied it as well, saying “it's not what it looks like”...and I said “it looks like you've been drinking INSIDE a sober living”, and he said no...to which I responded “then why does your breath still smell like liquor?”, to which he responded “I don't have answer for that”...check, and mate! Needles to say he hasn't set foot back in this house, or the office since, who knows where he is? I hope he is somewhere safe, getting help for his problem. Me? I am just hoping and praying that I can convince my family that I am a trust worthy man, that is totally dedicated to his new life free of drugs, and full of devotion to my new passion of haircutting.