A Girl Called Ida- Based on a True Story

Here we go:

I'm a little aggitated; no, not a little, more like A LOT!
So i'm going to vent here and if well, you don't like it then go tell someone who cares.
cuz i don't. :)

Okay. So. Say "someone" (we'll call this person.....Ida) works a "low-class" job like a housekeeper. and well, You work at Front Desk (better pay, better job, more professional, etc).
One day you find out that Ida basically replaces you. Okay, so not so bad; i mean you're out of the job but you figure "hey, the manager (we'll call her....Lila) knows what she's doing; plus Ida is only getting promoted because she needs more money to support her 3 children". (all fine and dandy; understandable)
Later down the road, you ending up coming back to work because Lila needs someone NOW....a couple months later. So, you begin to work with other people including Ida.
And you think, "hmm...Ida is pretty low-class but ya know I could be wrong, she could be good at what she does".
A month later you need some time off. Other people have plans (real) and/or already working.
So. You go up to Ida and ask her to work for you; she says she has plans. (okay, well that's fine ya know, you cant do everything).
Only a couple times later it's the same response. Repeat.

However, as you get to know Ida, she talks about how the night before was great as she drank herself through hell. (notice: these words are not exact, but is basic material that sums it up)
She begins to speak of her eternal bliss with Jose cuervo and Crown royal. And you think, "you know, whatever, it's her time, her "fun" ".
You begin to talk to her more. She tells you she has three children, and no husband. (okay, you think, that would be tough)
Ida then tells you of her explicit adventures with alcohol and sex mixed together. (you're thinking okay...and how old are you?...wow.a 29 year old..hmm...is that an issue?..but yet you stay numb considering you've heard it before..kinda).
Time goes by and she asks you for her endearing help to work for her. You say yes. Repeat. Repeat.

So one day (lets say it was a Friday), Ida is late to work. No, not 5 minutes or even a 1/2 hour but more like 2 hours late. (work set date= 3pm; arrival =5pm). Ida's response to why the tardiness was "my kids are sick; there's been a lot going on lately this week". (Okay, so...almost understandable...a little pity; but not much)
You go on with the evening slightly pissed because you WERE extremely busy; with a line of people to the door and the phones ringing every second (literally), and could have used the help.
But since you're slightly understandable, you get over it and continue with the evening.
A few hours later (7:30pm or so), Ida tells you that she will leave early. (Your rage starts to build up because Ida is not suppose to leave till 9- most people stay till when they have to work no matter)
You kindly ask her, "Would you like to work till 11 tonight since you arrived late?".
Her reply cringes your face just a tad, " No, I have to be here at 7".
You are saddened yet you can understand.
As Ida's "so-called shift" is ending, she declares that she is going to go get drunk.
Your astonished, pissed off in unexplainable manner to where you want to cut Ida's throat. :)
Ida leaves ten till 8pm. You work by yourself till 11pm. Few hours later you go home.

You realize:
Ida is not responsible.
Ida is not mature.
Ida is not professional.
Ida is not bright nor intelligent.

You then realize:
She is annoying.
She is uncontrollable.
She is self absorbent.
She is an amish loving sex toy.

You then question yourself:
Why was I replaced with an unprofessional yankee, when I was more professional, and responsible with better self appearance/not sloppy?

Why does Lila continue to "understand" Ida's "issues"?

Why should I ever work for Ida again? -considering she does not return the favor in return.

Why does this person deserve the hours and/ or the time off when she is wasting it on, drugs, alcohol and sex w/random men?

How are her kids really being supported when their mother is spending money on alcohol like it grows on trees?


And the last question you think to yourself:

Why have I not yet shot her?




The End.



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