The Nerve on This Bitch... SMH

If you know me, you know I'll do anything to help somebody - anything within reason, that is. Standard form, I've been helping this chick out from the day she started working for me back in 2014. She's a transplant to NYC (from Michigan), didn't really have anyone here, no one really liked her at the job and plus she was young - like 22 at the time - so I tried to look out for her. Most of the advice I gave her was professional because she needed a LOT of work in that area and I'm pretty sure I saved her job on more than one occasion.

She was probably impacted most by my departure from the company at the start of last year, so she remained in contact with me more than anyone else. We'd meet up after work from time to time and she'd catch me up on things but our interaction was still very mentor/mentee, so I wasn't really surprised when she asked my advice on her plans to go backpacking in South America. Understanding that her decision to leave meant giving up her job as well as her place, she asked me if she could keep her stuff at my house until she came back. I hesitated, feeling like she had become TOO comfortable imposing, but I knew she didn't have anybody else and I do have the space, so I agreed to hold onto her stuff for the three months she planned to be gone.

She actually came back a couple weeks sooner than expected because she had gotten some kind of sick while she was there. She was only gonna be passing through on her way back to Michigan where she would stay with her parents long enough to figure out her next moves. This required me to keep her stuff for another few months. Two big bins in a corner of my room weren't bothering anybody, so fine. I could do that. She wanted to stay with me for that one night she'd be in town but she mentioned she had another friend she could stay with, so I told her no. Like I said, she was becoming a little too comfortable and I saw that one night turning into far too many. I did let her come over so she could grab some of her things though. She told me about her travels while she dug through the bins, she repacked whatever she wasn't taking and she left.

Fast-forward to last week. She texts me that she's heading back to NYC and wanted to know if it would be okay for her to come get her stuff on Tuesday (Halloween) after I got out of work. Sure, no problem. Tuesday came and went. She texted me late that night, no apology for keeping me waiting, but saying she'd meet me after work the next day and ride home with me, then have some driver guy she met come pick her up with her stuff. Apparently he wouldn't be available until 9 pm and I FOR SURE wasn't trying to entertain this girl for 3 hours (she's a drain, you kinda gotta take her in small doses) so I found some other shit to do until about 7 when I told her to meet me. She catches an attitude with me on the way because I informed her that the job she told me she was interviewing for, with "manager" in the title, wasn't a management position. I'm not gonna debate with her about it, so I just welcome the opportunity to be alone with my Pandora while she sat under her headphones, not talking to me the whole way.

We get to my house and I .... suggest LOL .... she shake it off. You not gonna be sitting up under me, in MY house, for the next hour or two with a fucken attitude. Of course, she doesn't know what I'm talking about, she wasn't shunning me. Yeah, okay. Business as usual then. We're watching Death at a Funeral when her Uber friend calls at around 8:30. She's given him the address and he says he'll call when he gets close. An hour goes by, no call. So she calls him to see where he is and again, he tells her he will call when he's close. Nigga you gotta be coming from Algeria for an hour to go by and you still not close LOL. Clearly, he didn't leave when he said he did. It was about 10 pm by the time he actually showed up and I was highly irritated.

But now I have back whatever is left of my night, which wasn't much since I'm an early bird. 11:30-something, she's texting me about having left something. All that's left where the bins were is bare floor so she ain't leave nothing there. I go in the living room, which is the only other place we were, and there was nothing. I checked the hallway, nothing. So I tell her she didn't leave anything and I go back to sleep. In the morning I see she continued texting me until damn near 2am, explaining what it is she left and how she knows its here. I tell her again I don't have it and maybe she left it in the guy's truck. She's adamant she didn't. Okay, well I don't know what to tell you because I looked and it's not here. Wait first, this heffa gonna ask me if I have any idea why some jacket of hers fits so small now, did I wear it and wash it and shrink it LOL. What? If y'all could see this girl, you'd realize how stupid she sounds. I am not exaggerating when I tell you my track-built 15-yr old daughter is bigger than she is. There is no way in hell I'd even THINK I could wear anything of hers. The nerve. And then the follow up is this missing bag.

When I tell you she has been texting me for 2 days about this bag, describing, talking about how important it is and yada, yada, yada, I am seriously at my wit's end. She texted me overnight how she isn't accusing me of stealing anything but that's what some other girl did to her and she really needs her stuff back and she could give me money to give it back to her....

*staring into the camera*

I'm not sure I ever wanted to punch somebody in the face so badly in my life.

Wait though, this is the kicker - we talking about a bag of blankets, y'all. BLANKETS. What the fuck is so special bout these blankets? Are these MAGIC blankets, bitch? LOL Cause I got a whole life over here, fully equipped with blankets.....and jackets. I would have given YOU a blanket; I'm sure it would go well with the fucken air mattress I gave you. I stole some blankets - to do what with, exactly? To extort money? From YOUR broke ass? LOL This bitch is fucken crazy.

My final text to her said that I don't know any more ways to tell her I don't have her stuff but I'm not interested in finding any. She can come to the house and look for herself, or not - I don't care, and I'm not going back and forth with her about it. But she should know that once she's checked to her satisfaction and sees I don't have her shit, she's gonna need a new life coach.

If she accepts I don't have her stuff and chooses not to come look for herself, she's gonna need a new life coach.

If she happens to trip over the bag of blankets somewhere, realizing I never had it and apologizes for ever thinking I would steal from her, she's gonna need a new life coach.

This relationship is over.


***Update***

Now I'm positive I've never wanted to punch somebody in the face so badly in my life.

I had just finished telling my friend I had not heard from this girl so I didn't know if she was still coming and suddenly I get a text from her. This is not just any ole text, this is that "Fuck You" text somebody only sends when they don't expect to ever see you again. She basically said she isn't coming because she knows we are hiding her things so she wouldn't find them and that too much stuff is missing, so she knows I stole it and probably gave to my kids.

*sigh*

So first it was a bag of blankets. Now it's all this stuff AND I gave it to my kids. The reason I kept telling her I was fine keeping her stuff was so I could loot it LMAO! SMH

There was more, but you know what, I can't give this another ounce of my energy. She's blocked and deleted from all mediums. The one thing she was right about: "This is Done."

Yup! #byebitch