David, cont.
Dec. 3rd, 2002 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beandelphiki*yawn*
I am SO tired. Sorry I can't get to people's comments just yet. No time. It's reply, or say this. *shrug* I'd rather write then talk tonight.
David and I sort of side-stepped each other all day, although I don't think it was intentional on the part of either of us. Today was strike (production tear-down), and things were just...prioritized. We TRIED, believe me.
"David, can you talk?"
"No, I just got back from break."
"Oh...well, never mind, whatever."
...
"Dan - can you come with me to my locker?"
"Uh, no, I gotta go do (action X)."
"Oh...well, never mind, whatever."
I didn't want to let the day go without saying something, mostly just to get it off my mind. And no, I DON'T like to sit and watch people "learn life lessons," Rob. (Heartless bastard! :P)
Our first chance to talk at all, we passed each other in the loading dock. David threw me a nasty, slit-eyed look and snapped, "So, have a good time at Harry Potter yesterday?"
He's been telling us about his best friend of several years - who obviously isn't much of a friend. This guy never calls to talk, never wants to hang out - David won't see him for six months, and then this guy will call out of the blue and act like nothing's wrong.
So this loser told David he'd come and take David to Harry Potter. The day of, David sat around waiting and his "buddy" was a no-show. No call, nothing. The next day, he got a hold of this guy, and his friend said, "Oh, I didn't feel like going."
What a jerk!
"Like...d00d...you need better friends."
"I know."
So I got to thinking - someone should take him to see Harry Potter. One of us, I guess. He doesn't seem to have any friends outside the program that live in the city. Brilliant brainstorm: me!
"Yeah," I thought, "I'm not the best for this, and I think he hates my guts, but oh well. He like HP too much to turn me down, anyway."
The date was arranged for Sunday, but that was put off because I didn't feel well, and the wrap party was Saturday - I assumed David would have a hang-over that day. I guess I sort of thought I didn't need to call David to tell him that, as the HP date was set before the party plans were finalized, blah blah.
Guess I should have called and told him. Whoops. Now I feel bad. I hope he didn't wait around all day. Like last time. *cringe*
So he was upset because he thought I'd done exactly what his friend did. Oopsie. I told him, no no, it was put off, and I would be calling him. "Dude, I won't abandon you," I told him, and I hope that's resolved for the time being.
At supper, Jamie was telling Nick and I what he plans to do to David - lead him on until David hits on him, then laugh in his face. "Are you KIDDING me?!?!!?" sort of thing.
Nick and I were both horrified, and told him how wrong that was, and Jamie just LAUGHED. The kid's...disturbed. Ugh. How could I sit by that?
So I found David mopping the floor at the end of strike, the huge elaborate set demolished hours ago.
"David...Jamie's fucking with your head, you know that, right?" I started smoothly. I think I practiced this numerous times last night, and it all just went out the window. Part of the problem is, in my head, there was always an opportunity to bring things up.
"What, you mean...Saturday night?" (Never said the knife was dull.)
"Yeah. He's fucking with you." I'm so eloquent without a keyboard. *makes a face* If only I could've written it down! "I mean, at supper he was telling us..."
"Yeah?"
What Jamie had said seemed...suddenly too awful to repeat. Did he REALLY need to know the gruesome details? Aw, nah. After stuttering a bit, I finished, "Well, maybe I shouldn't repeat it, but...just don't trust him, that's all."
"Okay."
End of conversation. Phew. I hate talking. Can you tell?
I am SO tired. Sorry I can't get to people's comments just yet. No time. It's reply, or say this. *shrug* I'd rather write then talk tonight.
David and I sort of side-stepped each other all day, although I don't think it was intentional on the part of either of us. Today was strike (production tear-down), and things were just...prioritized. We TRIED, believe me.
"David, can you talk?"
"No, I just got back from break."
"Oh...well, never mind, whatever."
...
"Dan - can you come with me to my locker?"
"Uh, no, I gotta go do (action X)."
"Oh...well, never mind, whatever."
I didn't want to let the day go without saying something, mostly just to get it off my mind. And no, I DON'T like to sit and watch people "learn life lessons," Rob. (Heartless bastard! :P)
Our first chance to talk at all, we passed each other in the loading dock. David threw me a nasty, slit-eyed look and snapped, "So, have a good time at Harry Potter yesterday?"
He's been telling us about his best friend of several years - who obviously isn't much of a friend. This guy never calls to talk, never wants to hang out - David won't see him for six months, and then this guy will call out of the blue and act like nothing's wrong.
So this loser told David he'd come and take David to Harry Potter. The day of, David sat around waiting and his "buddy" was a no-show. No call, nothing. The next day, he got a hold of this guy, and his friend said, "Oh, I didn't feel like going."
What a jerk!
"Like...d00d...you need better friends."
"I know."
So I got to thinking - someone should take him to see Harry Potter. One of us, I guess. He doesn't seem to have any friends outside the program that live in the city. Brilliant brainstorm: me!
"Yeah," I thought, "I'm not the best for this, and I think he hates my guts, but oh well. He like HP too much to turn me down, anyway."
The date was arranged for Sunday, but that was put off because I didn't feel well, and the wrap party was Saturday - I assumed David would have a hang-over that day. I guess I sort of thought I didn't need to call David to tell him that, as the HP date was set before the party plans were finalized, blah blah.
Guess I should have called and told him. Whoops. Now I feel bad. I hope he didn't wait around all day. Like last time. *cringe*
So he was upset because he thought I'd done exactly what his friend did. Oopsie. I told him, no no, it was put off, and I would be calling him. "Dude, I won't abandon you," I told him, and I hope that's resolved for the time being.
At supper, Jamie was telling Nick and I what he plans to do to David - lead him on until David hits on him, then laugh in his face. "Are you KIDDING me?!?!!?" sort of thing.
Nick and I were both horrified, and told him how wrong that was, and Jamie just LAUGHED. The kid's...disturbed. Ugh. How could I sit by that?
So I found David mopping the floor at the end of strike, the huge elaborate set demolished hours ago.
"David...Jamie's fucking with your head, you know that, right?" I started smoothly. I think I practiced this numerous times last night, and it all just went out the window. Part of the problem is, in my head, there was always an opportunity to bring things up.
"What, you mean...Saturday night?" (Never said the knife was dull.)
"Yeah. He's fucking with you." I'm so eloquent without a keyboard. *makes a face* If only I could've written it down! "I mean, at supper he was telling us..."
"Yeah?"
What Jamie had said seemed...suddenly too awful to repeat. Did he REALLY need to know the gruesome details? Aw, nah. After stuttering a bit, I finished, "Well, maybe I shouldn't repeat it, but...just don't trust him, that's all."
"Okay."
End of conversation. Phew. I hate talking. Can you tell?
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Date: 2002-12-03 02:02 am (UTC)...That kinda thing seems to be going around, lately. >.<
Anyway, I sure hope David trusts you on that. Good luck with all of it.
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Date: 2002-12-03 04:26 am (UTC)You did a great job!
I think you covered all the bases.
Good for you and Nick telling Jamie off.
...somebody like that needs to get his ass kicked by a drag queen. That would teach him a few manners.
no offense.
*hug*
(no subject)
Date: 2002-12-03 05:35 am (UTC)*adds this to his To-Do list*
;)
(no subject)
Date: 2002-12-03 09:44 am (UTC)37. become a drag queen
38. kick Jaime's ass
(no subject)
Date: 2002-12-03 05:34 pm (UTC)so not cool
Date: 2002-12-03 08:01 pm (UTC)Re: so not cool
Date: 2002-12-03 09:49 pm (UTC)*also breaks out brass knuckles for pat*
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Date: 2002-12-03 12:10 pm (UTC)That said, I think that you handed the situation beautifully (and being straight to the point isn't always a bad thing!) David had a good friend in you.