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Termyn8or -> Would be hijack of "Please help me" thread (7/28/2007 9:08:13 AM)
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People speak of tough love and a kick in the ass. How's this ?
My buddy has a bit of a drug problem, crack/coke. Recently I got him a job where he has the potential to make $100,000 a year or more but he is fucking it up. Not enough to get fired or anything, just not reaching his potential.
Fucker has alot of potential, he is quite talented in his field. Very productive and gets paid book hours. The job is quoted for so many hours and it doesn't matter if he gets it done in ½ the time he still gets the hours on the book. Sweet deal I think. Thing is he should be rushing off to the next job and if got lucky he could get maybe thrity hours in one day, AT $25 an hour.
Well he likes crack, and knows a few Women who like crack. Well when the crack bill adds up, even he runs out of money. I cashed over a thousand dollars worth of checks for him in the last month and that is ON TOP of what the company pays. This is for side work.
I have doubts about how ethical this is, but this is one valuable motherfucker. Let's put it this way, if you wanted a baseball stadium this guy could do it, on time, with two laborers. The deal with the company is sweet, he gets a free apartment, a vehicle to drive for work and play, he pays gas when not doing business but the insurance is paid for him and all repairs. All utilities and home and cell phones as well.
Damn I wish I could build baseball stadiums !
So he makes all this money and all he has to pay for is food and drugs. He doesn't even drink, and let me tell you, drinking is not cheap. He has no credit cards, no house or car payments, no alimony or child support to pay.
Fucker calls me up the other night "Whatcha doin'" decided top come over, OK. How long "Half hour, hour". This was maybe 9PM. Shows up around midnight. "I just ran out of gas". I said "Where ?". He said "Right in front of your house".
Too much, too long and too late. My response was "I guess I'll have to give you a ride home then". Too many times, too many forgotten little ten buck loans, too much, especially considering this guy makes at least as much as I do and I have a hell of alot more bills. It happens too much.
Tough love I guess. I've known this guy for decades, he is a very engaging, personable Man. He is productive and intelligent, but there is this problem. He pretty much saved my life on one occasion, but I'll spare you the details of that deal gone bad.
He left, drove away, and made it home. That means he lied to me. I realize that the addiction impelled him to do it, but that is no excuse. My other friend was sitting here at the time and he gave me this look that seemed to say "That's why you are called the terminator".
And I wasn't done. I am getting tired of being everybody's bank, lawyer, doctor, shrink and financial/carreer advisor. Get the fucking clue by now dammit ! But remember the checks. Wait until next time.
The new banking rules her for him are as follows.
We do not open the safe for less than $20. If you have an outstanding short loan for gas or drugs or whatever, there is a $5 surcharge. And 5% of the old debt will be deducted, which is good, because we will be paid off in the next 20 checks ! Think of it, you won't owe anymore ! Won't it feel good ? (I forgot to mention that he owes like $500 from a very long time ago)
Maybe I go too damn far with friends. Just learn to handle your money mutherfucker ! Damn. So smart in some things, yet a total fucking idiot in others.
I say it's time for him to learn. It is hard to explain, I did it for him, not against him. I said no, and that can be hard sometimes. But I know how to do it.
My policy is becoming 'if you take my advice be sure to stay in touch, once I talk shit I stand behind it' , however, if you do not take my advice I don't want to fucking hear it anymore. Everybody's personal life has problems here and there, and I am thankful when they can be dealt with. That's life.
But when a solution is offered and rejected, what the fuck do you want me to say, go and talk to the motherfucker that you went and listened to instead of me.
Yes, there is a limit on just how much mental energy I can devote to other people's problems. If I have something to say I will, but if it seems to be going nowhere I need to let go.
All the locals agree that terminator is the perfect name for me.
And then some don't think sometimes. Another buddy I threw out. I said specifically "I didn't say don't come back". The reason ? He's driving a full size pickup truck, in the city, frequently on sidestreets, he won't take it on the freeway. That was because his right side tie rod end was put back on with a coathanger. He came over needing a new coathanger.
I am fucking serious. I was almost dumbfounded, but not quite. But when he told me he had a new tie rod in the truck, but just hadn't gotten around to putting it on yet, I threw him out without a coathanger. Drive home and wreck your tire you fucking idiot.
A couple days later he comes back, and I explained to him "Lookit, you are running up and down like 85th street, if that motherfucker comes loose you are most likely to be pulled to the right, it would not be all that unlikely that at 30-40- MPH you go up on the sidewalk, you could kill kids !"
Some of you think I am a nut, and sometimes I agree. Just realise how my life is though, I think I have adapted fairly well.
After his temporary banishment and our subsequent talk, he agrees totally with me. I guess it was a blond moment for about a month while the tie rod sat under the seat when it should've been connected to the steering thingy.
You want some fucking irony now I got it. And all of this is true.
The tie rod guy is my mechanic.
Maybe I am nuts but there's a damn good reason for it.
T
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