|Forum topic by newbiewoodworker||posted 01-09-2011 04:26 AM||911 views||0 times favorited||12 replies|
01-09-2011 04:26 AM
I currently have my most dreaded to finish piece sitting, in the middle of my shop… that I keep tripping over… if it werent a late late Xmas gift, for the 6 yearold brother(I doubt he remembers.. but still) I would have gotten out the sledge hammer a long time ago.
It all happened about 2 Thursdays ago. I had been working on it, late into the night. Its never been a problem. The garage is very well sound-proofed, since its under the house, its actually boxed in, from the house, by exterior walls(type X sheet rock, sealed seam, but insulation out the wazoo.)
So as I was saying: I was working on it late into the night. However, the night prior, I had told the family, to keep my father’s mother under control, because all she does is harrass me, whether it be about the soda I drink(Im a habitual soda drinker… but I don’t eat alot of junk food..) leaving the garage door open(inside door; buring the oil, so she says… even though the garage is warmer than the house..lol..) As you can imagine, when you live with a ritzy family, they don’t like being told to keep one of theirs under control..
So that night, everything they could complain about, they did.
They claimed the freaking jigsaw was vibrating the house. They claimed, that the jigsaw, woke them from a sound sleep. Even though, its actually 1 floor up, and has my guess is 12 of insulation(batts) between the garage and the bedroom.
Now of course they could have kindly asked me to stop till morning… but no, they came in, started pulling plugs, slaming doors, et cetera… So I told them to go fry ice..
Well, a little while later, my father comes in, grabs my radio, and runs off with it. I give chase, and attempt recovery. He starts pulling it away from me, as soon as I grab it, et cetera. So I gave up. Then I attempt to go down to my bedroom, to get away from conflict; My grandfather gets in my way, and tries to block my path.
So a little while goes by, me and my father argued. Out of no where, my grandfather comes up, and knocks me upside the head. I literally saw about a bizillion starts… So of course I gave him a few kind words, and went to kick him. I halted the later, by he decides to reach down, and grab my foot. He tries to flip me over backward. My father intervenes.
I got on the phone with my mother. She came over, and apparently on the way in, my grandmother says to her “hes mentally ill”... now I don’t know about you, but I am not a single ounce clinical, nor am on a single medication…where as she has a suitcase of meds.. lol… So after a while, they started again. I got on the phone with my mother. We were talking, I had it on speaker. So my grandmother comes in, grabs the phone, and yells “You b**”.
As we are talking, my grandfather decides to “needle me” by closing my door. I am a very “has to be a certain way” kind of person. So I go to open the door. He is standing there. He charges at me. He grabs me by the throat(jaw still hurts 2 weeks later) and holds his hand to my eye. He proceeded to say “you want a black eye”... Luckily, my mother heard the whole thing. So she called the cops. They then told my father “they would back him up, say what I say is false.” So the cops arrive. But since my father is also a cop, the badge goes far. So Instead of my grandfather getting arrested for Assault and Battery(assault is the threat of a black eye, battery is grabbing me by the throat) my father says “he needs to go for a Phyc eval”...
So long story short.. I get transported in the rescue… where i know both people. They kinda can tell its a bunch of marlaky.
So I end up spending, from that time(4am) to about 12pm the next day in the local hospital. I was treated as a prisoner. Guard at my door all night. When I had to go the bathroom, the female nurse told me “oh, you have to leave the door open a little”... Then was complaining when I was taking too long…
I then had to go to the mental wing… where I had to listen to a bunch of guards talk about their diet.. As well as give a statement to a DSS person. Apparently the badge goes far.. since he dismissed every injury I had… I had defensive marks on my hands and arms… he said “oh those could have happened any where”... And I don’t recall him even writing down the complaint about my jaw.
After about an hour there.. They say “Okay, but you need to go to counciling… you have an appt tommorrow..”
Of course after I am home free, I say I not going. Namely because the shrink that my father forces me to go to, doesnt respect dr-patient confidenciality. He says to my father everything I say to him in private… He told my father “I thought it was mandatory” So I said to my father that unless I have the official decree in hand… Im not going…
Now every time I say Im not doing something its “If you don’t comply, I am going to file Wayward Charges against you”... load of, as the British so kindly put it, buggery…
So to finsh that story, I mailed a letter to the family court judge handling my parents divorce, requesting a restraining order against the grandfather. It actually brought a tear to my eye… but I will not be abused…
So as to the woodworking aspect.
I completely lost woodworking intrest for the remainder of that week. When I went to resume, i had gotten paint the night of the incident(it was a fine night… me and my father had previously went to the movies)..
Of course, after opening the can, and painting part of a panel… did I realize it was “deep base” not “Pure White”... So now I am stuck with a $15 can of paint/primer… that is useless on the project..
After that, I simply refuse to buy more paint…
But every time I think about maybe doing something like just painting it an off colour for the remainder(90% of the outside, and 40% of the inside) I just cant do it… It makes me sick, becauase that was the project where my family pretty much said that I was a nut case… and thought that they could treat me like crap…and actually got away with it…
So Anyone ever have a project like that?
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