I had a long day but at least I was warm. I was lucky enough to work inside today. The downside is, I had no cell coverage. The good side is, I got to work on the music in my phone! The bad side is I got missed out on getting my free metro card because I missed the office hours of the job placement place. I would have had to go from the airport to Grand Central Station. I would have made it but I was asked to give someone a break and she never came back. The good part is, I got an extra hour of work! I try to roll with the punches.
What I can't get with is the old guy that lives here harassing me. He always wants to complain about me or say something to me. As I'm sitting in the kitchen with my almost empty Pizza box and talking on the phone with Nicole, he comes in. He's using the fake nice voice so I know it's some bullshit coming. He says he "the walls are paper thin and I can hear your conversation ". I said "and I can here yours too but you do not see me bothering you".He goes on about how I'm loud and I interrupted him. I told him " I'm sick of you bothering me about everything I do! You complain about hearing me in my room, the bathroom, the kitchen! Yet you never say anything to the men in this house and they do the same things I do, which is live here"! He then had the nerve to tell me I don't need to have an attitude! Then he tries to clean it up by saying "I'm just saying, if you do Mr want your conversation heard you should whisper ". I'm like WTF! "I do not need your permission on how to talk on the phone and I don't want you talking to me PERIOD "! He then called me a bitch and walked back to his room. I could barely get out all the choice "fat, nasty, loud old mother fuckers out my mouth fast enough! I sat at the kitchen table for about an hour after that while still on the phone. My hands were shaking and I could feel my blood boiling. Thank goodness I have friends to talk me down. I mostly couldn't move because I was trying hard not to let this anxiety attack happen. Another friend of mine called me and the both of them kept me distraced enough that it all eventually went away. Once I could walk back to my room I called the police. I have had enough of this guy. He has been like a predator to me. He came into my bedroom and brought out an item to give me. saying it was in the hall. He beat down the bathroom door while I was in there getting ready to leave! He beat on it so hard the entire bathroom shook! From then on I keep a knife in my pocket. #stakeknife (cut myself a lot). I was In the kitchen eating once and he kept banging and slamming stuff around me to the point where I had to move to the window with my back against the wall and just watch him. If it goes down, I won't hesitate.
The police have come and gone. Nothing else happened. I just needed to record the incident so I can file a restraint tomorrow before I go to work. I refuse to let some old punk be the reason I go back on mess for my nerves.