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Real Trouble
Aug. 27th, 2007 11:25 pmI don't know where to start. My son Mike is in trouble. Again. I was hoping to have a busy, fun, productive week. Oh, and maybe get a new job. Instead my week is completely up in the air. I get a free day tomorrow, but Wednesday life for Mike and me and his mom will take a change for the harsh. The only question is how hard and for how long and how much longer after that will the consequences affect him.
No one is hurt, and he's eventually going to be ok. But whether eventually turns out to be Thursday or a year from now, I don't know. I don't even know how much or little I can talk about it.
Tomorrow I have an upgrade from 5pm - 9pm. (Yeah, I know it's my last week, I shouldn't be working late let alone doing upgrades. Sometimes it's easier to continue to be who you are than to make temporary character changes). Wednesday is our fantasy fooball league draft, which I may or may not make it to. Thursday nite my manager is throwing me a going-away party at the Barley House, which I now may or may not make it too. Friday, no matter what, is my last day. My friend Tiffany is moving and I was planning on leaving work no later than 1 to be able to help, but now, I can't make any plans.
The pending job interview is still supposed to be on. I sent my availablity this week to the headhunter, but now that's just a wish list. Unfortunately, I don't dare retract that. I hope they want to schedule something Wednesday or Thursday morning because I could still make either of those times.
Mostly I get to do what Mike does and wait until Wednesday afternoon when he gets out of school and has to go speak with the Detective running the investigation and find out what his options are.
Basically one of his friends irrevocably screwed-up big time and is going to spend some chunk of his life repaying his debt to society for it. Mike had some amount of after-the-fact knowledge about it, which he stupidly kept to himself. I don't have a ton of details, because he wasn't giving any. Yeah, he doesn't get it, and thinks "I don't know" is some sort of Get Out of Jail Free Card. I'm hoping by Wednesday he'll have gotten over that. I've got my brother, who is a cop in Cleveland, set to call and talk with him tomorrow. If Mike won't believe me, maybe he'll believe someone who has first-hand knowledge but isn't a threat to him.
I just don't know.
No one is hurt, and he's eventually going to be ok. But whether eventually turns out to be Thursday or a year from now, I don't know. I don't even know how much or little I can talk about it.
Tomorrow I have an upgrade from 5pm - 9pm. (Yeah, I know it's my last week, I shouldn't be working late let alone doing upgrades. Sometimes it's easier to continue to be who you are than to make temporary character changes). Wednesday is our fantasy fooball league draft, which I may or may not make it to. Thursday nite my manager is throwing me a going-away party at the Barley House, which I now may or may not make it too. Friday, no matter what, is my last day. My friend Tiffany is moving and I was planning on leaving work no later than 1 to be able to help, but now, I can't make any plans.
The pending job interview is still supposed to be on. I sent my availablity this week to the headhunter, but now that's just a wish list. Unfortunately, I don't dare retract that. I hope they want to schedule something Wednesday or Thursday morning because I could still make either of those times.
Mostly I get to do what Mike does and wait until Wednesday afternoon when he gets out of school and has to go speak with the Detective running the investigation and find out what his options are.
Basically one of his friends irrevocably screwed-up big time and is going to spend some chunk of his life repaying his debt to society for it. Mike had some amount of after-the-fact knowledge about it, which he stupidly kept to himself. I don't have a ton of details, because he wasn't giving any. Yeah, he doesn't get it, and thinks "I don't know" is some sort of Get Out of Jail Free Card. I'm hoping by Wednesday he'll have gotten over that. I've got my brother, who is a cop in Cleveland, set to call and talk with him tomorrow. If Mike won't believe me, maybe he'll believe someone who has first-hand knowledge but isn't a threat to him.
I just don't know.
