and she was talking to my dad on the phone

Spoke to my friend’s daughter who according to her dad insisted on talking to me on the phone this morning. She sang her ABCs. 

I asked her why she wanted to sing her ABCs to me on the phone so early in the morning. She goes “Cuz I love you. I only sing it for the people I love.”

I’m not crying, I have something in my eye.


As a Taco Bell Shift Lead in a town of self entitled snobs (to put it nicely) I could probably keep this blog afloat with stories, both customer and co-worker related, in the two years I’ve been there. Add in the five years I worked concessions at an arena & amphitheater, the horror stories would be never ending.

My favorite recent incident was this past weekend. In the middle of my rush I had a customer complaining that we messed up her order and she didn’t have a receipt or know the name of who she talked to on the phone but swore she wasn’t lying and we messed up her big order the other day. That was actually her dad’s order. We asked her what the order was to ring it up, since we have to believe customers are telling the truth no matter what,and she proceeded to tell us how she ordered Cheesey Gordita crunches but they were just tacos with the Spicy Ranch sauce, no flatbread, and she gave them to her kids and the sauce burnt their mouths. (The sauce is barely spicy). And how her steak smothered burrito was just beans on the inside. A 2-3 minute ordeal just to get her to tell us what food she needed. Finally she told us her “messed up” order, and it was almost $40!!! She got all that food no questions asked for free. The whole time sitting at the drive thru window looking beyond guilty, as if we were going to call her out on her lie at any second. And I soooo wish I could have. So I’m still busy as hell, short handed, and the phone is ringing. I answer it and this girl claims she just ordered a quesarito and a party pack, and upon opening the box when she got home her ENTIRE party pack was covered in ants.

We’re in Michigan, in the early early stages of spring, it’s barely 40 degrees and WAY TOO COLD for ants to even be out. I apologized, offered to refund their money and replace their order, and asked if they could bring it back so I could get pictures because that’s a serious issues and I have to make a report of it. The girl didn’t know what to say, clearly knew she got caught lying, and claimed she didn’t want to bring it back and asked why she had to. Her boyfriend then snatched the phone and started screaming and yelling at me, cussing me out over it. Saying they didn’t want to come back and sure as hell didn’t want anything from our restaurant if their order was “covered in ants”. He said they took pictures and would send them to my supervisor himself. I told him politely I couldn’t give him that phone number, and that anything I could do for him would require him to come back to the store. He continued to bitch at him and eventually hung up.

All that was only an hour into my 9 hour shift.

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Caskett meeting AU. Beckett is undercover as a teacher at Alexis' school. One day Alexis overhears her talking on the phone to her Captain and realizes she's a cop. She tells her Dad, who's both curious and concerned about what would make a cop go undercover at a private school. They meet, Castle helps her on the case and decides to begin shadowing her for his new book.


So after my last post…I got a call from my mom from the hospital. I’d been back to work for two hours, after visiting dad on my lunch hour.

She was crying, saying she’d just talked to the doc to and that we “had a decision to make.” I pretty well lost it and started sobbing at my desk. Now…I don’t like crying in front of people, period. Not even my husband. But I guess the dam broke. I couldn’t stop crying.

Then I had to get my shit together and phone the relatives because mom could barely speak.

Anyway…..I won’t get into the gory details too much. It’s kind of upsetting. But we’re at the point where dad will be moved into hospice. Lots of talk about “end of life” and “making his last days comfortable.”

So….that’s that. He’s been gravely ill for a long time, but there are varying degrees of awful and this is the worst yet.

I’m sorry to keep venting here….but….I guess keeping it bottled up isn’t doing me any good either.

My heart is breaking.

Chapter 1



Ugh!!!! what a wake up call, I thought as I pulled the pillow over my head. Seriously can she ever stop yelling?


Guess that answers my question, I chuckled as I lazily dragged myself out of my bed. I closed my eyes as I stretched and thought about the good times. The happy times. Before my wicked step mother came into our lives. It was just me and my dad. The King and his princess. Now that’s just a memory. 

Man I miss him. I haven’t talked to him in a few days. Our last phone conversation didn’t last long due to his meeting being rescheduled. Plus with “mommy dearest” breathing down my neck demanding her phone back so she can talk to her “baby” too, pretty much ceased father/daughter time. Why don’t I call him from my phone you ask? Well, my phone has been confiscated due to my “lack of responsibility” or at least that’s what Kenya keeps telling my dad. She claimed that I keep breaking them because I don’t value my processions. In all actuality, she’s the one that doesn’t value processions because she’s the one that keeps breaking them whenever she throws them at me. But hey what can a girl do when her dad is pussy whipped.

So now I have to talk to him whenever he calls her phone. But with that phone hog, me talking to him is rare. Hell that goes for me talking to anyone. Since we moved, I lost all contact with my best friend Erica. She use to come over to our new house, but after Kenya accused her of being disrespectful, she wasn’t welcomed anymore. And you can forget about me going over there. I still haven’t passed my driver’s test, not that I don’t know how to drive, but because Kenya won’t take me.

I have to catch a ride everywhere I go, which is no where but to school and back. And since I have to ride with my step monster Keisha, she won’t take me any other place. Evidently I taint her image. I can’t really argue with her there. The once stylish, popular Ella is no more. I no longer have the cute clothes or self-esteem I use to. All my belongings mysteriously  "vanished" during the move. My dad offered to replace my lavish wardrobe but I decided not to go so big. Why bother if they’re just gonna “vanish” again. So simple it is. Which unfortunately isn’t enough at this school. Lincoln High. The school that houses a lot of celebrity wannabes and legacies. Guess which one Keisha falls under lol!

As I picked out my outfit and necessities for my morning hygiene routine, my bed room door suddenly flew open.

“Ella mommy’s coming! OOOOOOOOO your in trouble now! laughed my little step monster Bree as she ran into my room and jumped on my bed. She’s cute and all but don’t let that fool you. Little girl is something else.

Rolling my eyes I replied, "she isn’t my mother Bree, how many times do I have to tel–”

“You damn right I’m not your mother! I would never give birth to something like you!” said Kenya with her hands on her hips.

“OMG what would I ever do! Oh I know be thankful I didn’t come out of a woman like you! I exclaimed with my hand clutching my chest as I wiped my fake tears.

"Just for that, I’m doubling your chores. You have laundry after you finish cooking breakfast AND you have to get Bree ready for school,” Kenya smirked.

“But I’ll be late for school. I have a test!” I yelled, throwing my things back on my bed.

“Well I guess you’ll just fail” stated my step mom with a fake pout. “Bree let’s go! You can play in mommy’s make-up until Ella comes to get you” she stated as she walked out my room.

“YAY!” Bree screamed as she jumped off my bed and ran after her mother.

“Ugh she is such a bitch!” I mentally screamed as I continued to my bathroom.

After I took a quick shower and threw on some skinny jeans, a fitted graphic tee, my converse, and fluffed out my natural kinky curls, I made my way downstairs.

“Took you long enough, I’m hungry” said Keisha as she sat at the kitchen island with her eyes glued to her phone. Oh how I wish I could shove it down her throat!

“Yes please let me hurry before you starve.” My voice was filled with sarcasm.

“Whatever EL-LA. Just don’t burn it.”

“Yes Sir!” I said as I saluted Keisha as she rolled her eyes and continued on her phone.

I turned around and began mixing the batter for the pancakes. As I began pouring the mix in the pan, I heard Kenya walk in the kitchen.

“Ella I did you a favor and got Bree ready for school. Only because your father called and said he wanted to know how you do on your test. So hurry up and catch a ride with Keisha so you won’t be late. You can do the laundry when you get home. I’m leaving to take Bree to school. Bye Baby!” Kenya said right before she kissed Keisha on the chick, and walked out holding Bree’s hand.

I just continued to finish up the pancakes. Guess she thought she really did me a favor, I thought.

Once I was done I placed Kenya’s breakfast in the microwave to keep it warm until she returned. As I walked over with Keisha and my plates, she suddenly jumped up with a squeal.

“Yo is all that necessary” I asked as I uncovered my ears.

“Shut up! Word is there’s a new boy coming to Lincoln today, and apparently he is FIIIONE!

"Oh goody, excuse me for not leaping for joy. Bad back you know” I stated with my best Scar impression as I rolled my eyes and began to eat my breakfast.

“Just because no one wants you, doesn’t mean you can try and rain on my parade. I smell a potential Homecoming date! Sorry you’ll never know what that feels like. Then again sorry but not sorry.”

Suddenly my appetite went away. She was right. No guy at Lincoln was checking for me. I didn’t fit the Lincoln girl mold. I wasn’t flashy or a thot!

“Come on  I want to see who he is!” Keisha said as she grabbed her bag and sped walked out the kitchen.

Bitch didn’t even touch her breakfast!

“Come on hoe” she screamed from the front door.

I sighed as I threw our food away and began walking to the door with my bag. I don’t know why she’s so excited. He’ll probably be like every other boy at Lincoln. And once he’s through with her he’ll toss her aside. Or…… maybe he’ll be different.

Pssh yeah right! lol

when I was in middle school my dad had this prank call app on his iPhone that would prank call someone but you could choose the number that the call was from too. so I chose to do this two of my friends that hated each other. it was some stupid pre recording that was like “HOO DIS?! YOU CALL MY BOYFRAN”
and so the next day I got phone calls from both of them being super angry. the one who got the prank call was like “SHES SUCH A BITCH SHE KEPT DENYING THAT SHE PRANK CALLED ME OH MY GODDDD” and the other girl was like “this girl called me cursing me out on my answering machine accusing me of prank calling her and she won’t stop calling” and to this day they still don’t know the truth

When I’m talking to my mom and she has an entire conversation with my dad while I’m on the phone with her without making any indication to me that a different conversation is going to start

Leila had been listening to everything, she’d been right when her aunt or rather say her uncle. That no one pays her no mind or attention. Smirking as she steps to her mother. She could blackmail her into doing what she wants.. Interesting.

Lelia: So MOM? Or should call you a liar because you been lying to this family. I can see why daddy never wants to hold your hand. You’re a poor excuse of a mother and a role model!

Diane: How dare you talk to your mother like that! I should get a belt and beat you with it!

Lelia: Oh please! You can grow a pair and admit your faults like a real grown woman. Or be a coward. Besides, I got the whole conversation on my phone. I wonder how dad would think about his beloved whore wife? Let’s go ask him if that’s weird.

this has been the worst week ever, officially.

sunday: scientists find a way to study my dads brain cancer 5 months after he died

monday: I was embarrassed by my teacher in french, which gave me an anxiety attack, then he proceeded to take my phone for the rest of the day

tuesday: at 7:15am i was told that nobody gave a fuck about me, which in fact ruined my day

wednesday: I sat alone at lunch because my friend ditched me for her boyfriend, which she sees almost 24/7

thursday: I lost my phone for 24 hours my mother decides when that is over and someone said that I had to chose between guy or girl when asking for my pronouns and then said “you have to chose. i’m giving you a choice.” also i remember when one of my friends says “do you ever feel sad because youre asexual bc sex is great”

friday: I get to go the dentist and listen how im fat and overweight (maybe my doctor will realize that i’m probably clinically depressed and send me to shrink- nah probably not)

saturday: who the fuck knows but its gonna suck

She remembered hearing the news that her dad was going to have a child with his new wife. Frankie was special in the sense that she understood half siblings, her Uncle Abel was only her mother’s half brother that’s why he looked so different but still everyone loved one another just the same. She could remember Azin hugging Abel and telling him that he was her favorite brother. She wanted that, she wanted it from all sides. She begged her mother to call her father and when he picked up the phone Azin spoke first, “Frankie wants to talk to you.” She said trying to remain as nice as she could.

“Hey Dad. I wanted to say congratulations on the baby and when can I see my new sister?” She smiled with that same happy exuberance of a nine year old that didn’t know she walking into a trap.

“Jeez Frankie…I don’t know. How about I come down there to see you in a month or so?”

“With the baby?”  She asked and there was a sound of no, “but I wanna see my sister.” And then it hit her father’s voice telling her “you know Frank it’s not really sister you two don’t have the same Mom.” The little girl shattered into a million pieces and the speaker of the phone was shut off as Azin stared at her own phone. “Mom, I’m going to go outside.” Before Azin could even speak the little girl was out the door tears in her eyes.


This survey gets a little personal; can you handle it?

Were you happy when you woke up today?
not happy…more like relaxed

When were you on the phone last? And with who?
i don’t remember

Have you talked to a complete jerk today?
my dad

What’s a fact about the last person who text messaged you?
she’s my boss

Want someone back in your life?

What are you excited for?
hopefully seeing him tomorrow…i am pathetic

What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?
a sweet

Are you scared to fall in love?

Is there something you want to tell someone?
kind of

Who was the last person you took a picture with?

Is it easy to make you cry?

Have you ever worn the opposite sex’s clothing?
when i was younger i used to wear boy clothes all the time

When is your next road trip?
no idea

Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

What’s your 3rd text say?
i can’t be bothered to check but i think it’s from one of my friends

Has anyone said they love you in the last week?

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

What was the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
used my phone prob

Is there anyone who doesn’t like you?
idk and i don’t really care

Do you like to cuddle?
lol i wouldn’t know

What do you hear?
my maid having one of her mood swings…thank god i won’t be at home tomorrow

Have you ever kissed more than one person in 24 hours?

What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?

Last person you drove with in a car?
i’ve never driven

What did you last buy?
lunch at work

Do you like Chinese food?
who doesn’t 

Plans for tomorrow?
practically working the whole day :(

When was the last time you were told you were cute?

Did you have a good day yesterday?
it was okay

Who hugged you last?

What is something you disliked about your day?
seeing my dad at home & my maid having one of her mood swings

How much cash do you have on you?
idk at least $30 i think

If you could say something to someone without saying a name?
i wish we had the chance to have a proper conversation

Most memorable thing that happened to you last summer?
we don’t have summer

What’s your sign?

Have you been a happy, angry, or sad person lately?

Do you ever crack your knuckles/back/ankles/wrist s/etc?
i crack my knuckles all the time

Do you think before you speak?
usually no

If you walk by a mirror, do you look at yourself in it?

Have you ever shared a blanket with someone?

Who did you last talk to?
my sister

What is more important, happiness or trust?

Do you ever think “what if” about anything?
i think “what if” about a lot of things

Do you care too much/not at all/just enough?
way too much

Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars?
sure, but not in singapore. it’s way too hot

Do you think you’ve changed over the past year?

Are you a morning person or a night person?

How is life going for you right now?
good in some aspects, shitty in others

If you were offered a shot of whiskey right this second, would you accept?
i don’t drink

Who was the last person to text you?
my boss

Do you have a good relationship with your mother?

Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?

Did you sleep alone Friday night?
does it count if my sister was in the same room as me

This time last year, can you remember who you liked?

Your phone is ringing. It’s your ex. What do you say?

Who was the last person you have a missed call from?
some random number that i don’t know

Is your room ever clean?
all the time

In winter, would you rather wear jackets or hoodies?
the one time i experienced winter, i wore a pullover most of the time

Do you say coke, soda, or pop?
i call it by its name

are you on good terms with the last person you kissed?

Could you stay in the same relationship for over a year?
i hope so

Who has seen you at your “worst”?
i hide my “worst” from people

What are you supposed to be doing right now?

Will you kiss the last person you kissed again?

If you could have one super power what would it be?
mind reading. or flying.

You’re thinking about someone, aren’t you?

Ever liked someone you thought you didn’t stand a chance with?

You want someone/ something?

Was the last person you hugged a male or female ?
idr who it is 

Does someone like you right now?
i think/hope so

Has anyone ever been with you while you were throwing up?
the last time i threw up, there were 2 teachers & prob my entire orientation group standing near me. ughh so embarrassing.

Background on your cell phone?
tardis art

What are your plans for your next birthday?
no idea

Hey, guys! Just wanna give you a quick update. I just got back from the hospital after being there for six hours. When I called my mom, she came to my house and decided to take me into the hospital because by the time she got there I was in full breakdown mode. I had cut and she found me sobbing on the bathroom floor basically.

My mom called my dad and he dropped everything and is driving home from Wisconsin. I talked to him on the phone for a second and we were both sobbing so that was fun. My grandma came up and sat with me and my mom. And my brother and sister basically begged to come up but weren’t allowed due to there already being three people in the room. Idk why I’m telling you guys this. But I guess I’m just in awe of how much my family loves me. I truly am so in shock that this many people care so deeply about me and my stupid ass problems.

Anyway, new meds were prescribed. One for anxiety. And I’m gonna start seeing a psychiatrist again as soon as I can. Things are okay for tonight. I just wanted to thank all of you for putting up with me today, and for all of your kind words. It means the world to me. I truly cannot convey how much I appreciate and love each and every one of you.

Tonight has been the longest night of my life, and I’m gonna try to sleep now. Please take care of yourselves! You’re all such wonderful people and I owe you my life tonight. That’s not even an exaggeration. 💜💜

My grandma told this story tonight about my dad and his twin brother. so my grandma’s parents immigrated to the US from Slovakia, so she speaks Slovak. When my dad and his twin were little kids, and she was talking to her sister on the phone about stuff she didn’t want them to hear, she would speak Slovak instead, because the boys hadn’t learned Slovak (she never spoke it with them I guess)

But she said every time she’d be on the phone and would switch from English to Slovak my dad and his twin brother would immediately stop whatever they were doing, go into the kitchen, take literally everything they could reach out of the fridge (they were like 3 so it wasn’t a lot) and put it on the floor. Once the fridge was empty they would shut the door and go back to whatever they were doing

To this day nobody knows why the fuck they did that

His son called me

Blake yeah…from his first marriage…he always talked about him
had his picture in his wallet
a mini him….

Blake left me a voicemail….asking where I was…why I wasn’t there….

He sounds just like his dad…

Jenna called me too…no voicemail just texts..a lot of texts

When did I even pick up my phone? did she make me?

Jenna’s quitting tomorrow

….my eye hurts….
My phone’s screen is cracked…..
I think my glasses are broken….she hit me

I’m getting blood on my tablet….

What a fuckign day I have had holy shit holy shit

flew home this morning to find my car in the airport garage with a completely dead battery, called AAA and the fella got her going again but tested the battery and told me the cell was depleated and the battery had to be replaced asap so I drove my ass to the nearest walmart and two hours and over a hundred dollars later i got my new battery, picked up Greebo from the dogsitter, and drove two more hours (in inclement weather which was very scary) to get home during which i talked on the phone to my mom and she said that back in florida my aunt had done a Great Flounce Off in response to my Great Flounce Off because my dad defended me like wow how dare he not fault his daughter for refusing to tolerate blatant unapolagetic racism, got back to the apartment but couldn’t find a parking spot so had to carry dog and bag several blocks in the rain, and i have to get up at 5:30 for work tomorrow oN TOP OF THAT SOME GIRLS UPSTAIRS WON’T STOP SCREAMING AND LAUGHING GOSH DANGIT I HATE SPRING BREAK

lol at that time my mom was so proud of me for going straight to the hospital and asking about my appointment instead of calling them on the phone like she’d asked me to. she was so proud like telling my dad “did you know I asked your daughter to call the doctors and instead she went there and spoke directly to them? never does anything by half.”

and then the funny thing is I only ever went down there because I was scared to talk on the phone