Part Three

In my former life I thought I wanted to be a psychologist. I worked both with adults who had mental illness and with kids who had severe behavior handicaps (SBH). Every day was a challenge, which I liked. What I didn’t like is the fact that there never seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel for most of them.
What if this is as good as it gets?
One of the schools I worked in was pretty rough. I found out that all of the kids, which the other schools had trouble with, were shipped to this one school. I’m not sure who the genius was that thought this would be a good idea. But, when the school eventually closed, no one was all that surprised. The kids there would fight pretty regularly. If someone said the wrong thing, or even looked at them funny, it was on. I even had one kid whose socialization skills were so low that he would pick fights just for peer interaction.

Why am I telling you this? Well, because I had a pretty serious flashback at work yesterday. It started with yelling coming from outside of my office. I was in the back room, and before I could make it to the front I hear Skinny-hoe yell,
(she calls me by Mr. and my first name, then) “you betta come get her. She’s crazy.”

Apparently Bug-eyes had been over visiting Thinks-with-prick. Actually Bug-eyes has a patch over one eye for some reason, so we’ll call her Bug-eye to be more accurate. Anyway, she was in one of the back rooms of his apartment when Skinny-hoe came over. So, as Thinks-with-prick is out spittin’ game to Skinny-hoe in the living room, Bug-eye comes flying out of the back, mouth going. This whirlwind of yelling and cuss words works it’s way out to the front of the building. The Accountant wanted to call the cops, but I told her no, that as long as it was just verbal and not physical that I would deal with it.

So there I am standing between these two little women who were not happy with each other. Now very few people in this world have ever heard me yell. Normally the amount of physical space I take up, combined with my calm-sternness usually means I don’t need to. This was no exception. I had Skinny-hoe go back upstairs while I walked Bug-eye back to her apartment. After getting Bug-eye to stop exchanging insults with Thinks-with-prick:
“You think you a playa, don’t nobody want your old ass.”

“Then why you down at my apartment, you crazy trick?”

I was finally able to talk with her. “He thinks I’m stupid, trying to run game on me,” she said, more to herself than to me. Now to clarify, she is a little slow, but I guess he’ll have to be slicker than that.

“I don’t know about that. What I do know is that he’s not worth losing your apartment over. Do you understand what I mean?” I say.

She does, and apologizes as she goes back into her apartment. “It will never happen again, I promise.”

One of my workers yells, "You tha man!" to me as I walk back to the office, but I'm in no mood.

This whole scenario is clearly Thinks-with-prick’s fault. He won’t just be straight with Bug-eye and lets the situation string along. He knows this; I think he just likes having two ladies fight over him. But not even he likes this kind of drama, and he comes down later to apologize also.

I didn’t know there was going to be a part three. If there is a part four I fear it will end with me strangling someone.

--I realize that the pictures I use don't always match the right part of the movie from which the quote came. It's for illustrative purposes only. Besides, piss-off, quit being so picky.-- AML