Woke up early today to finish the pipe work in the basement today, and then pour the concrete after. When we were doing the pipes, I found Bob hard to not get angry at. i've been telling myself that I would try harder to not get mad at him, but I find it hard not to. He always seems to create chaos whenever he works, and it's not just me either, but the part that gets me anoyed is when he blames anything wrong on everyone but himself, and it is him most of the time. He's really one of a kind. never really seen anyone like him that tries to twist everything, and anything around so that it's your fault and not his. Sometimes I wonder if he really does it on purpose, or he's just messed up in some way. Very strange charactor. on top of that, the way he says things is very confusing. Drinking, I would really get pissed fast at him, and just tell him to go fuck himself, but not drinking I don't like doing that. i try to work with him, and give him the respect as the boss, but that's usually short lived as soon as he starts blaming.. it is much better tho when I'm not drinking, and I really prefere it that way. Everything is so much better not drinking. Really amazes me that I've struggled so much and gone out again. Doesn't make any sense at all. Drinking just messes me up royaly, but I do know the reason why. Pure, and simple. I'm an alcoholic. I don't use that as an excuse. It's just the way it is, and I need to remember that. the last time I drank, I came close, I think, to loseing a very good friend that I have. It did a lot of other things too, that I know will either kill me soon, or have me living on the streets as a bum. That does scare me because it doesn't have to be that way. I only have to do some simple things, and live a life of recovery, which really is so much better. I've come to really like myself sober. I do believe people now when they tell me I'm a good person. I really am, sober. I can care and love a lot more than the average person because I know how it is to not be loved. I've been to places, seen a lot, and had so many experiances because of drugs, and drinking. Believe me, I do know what pain is, and I never want to inflict that on anyone ever. A lot has changed with me over the years. Although I have not been a success story, as most people see it, I have succeded in a lot, and survived a lot. Thank God for that. He has always been with me, even when I was walking away from him. I do feel proud of myself in many ways, but I know I could lose everything just by taking a drink, and that will not happen today. I feel very good right now. I'm the person I should be, and the person that God meant me to be. Not perfect, just James Ross, and I want to learn God's ways to live. I think I can do that. My ways have always led to disaster, and very easily could have been much worse. That's not going to happen today. Thank you Lord. Anyway, a cop came this morning to see me. Last night we went to this rental house of Bob's. It has about three or four apartments in it. Aparently they had these young people living on the second floor, and they had problems or something with them so they were to move out. Bob had gotten a call from another tenant that water was flooding his place. So we went to check on it. Aparently these young people had trashed the place before they left. They had left the bathtub running, and it had overflowed. The front door was kicked in, and there were holes in the drywalls that had been done with a hammer. They had thrown a big bag of flour all over the place. In the fridge, all over the kitchen floor, stove, counters. They had the oven turned on, and a rack from the fridge over the burners with the flour bag on it, Looked like they wanted to cause a fire or something, except the burners weren't on. They had taken a pot of food and threw it all over the inside of the oven. Just a mess. Bob called the police. Bob wanted me to take the shop vac to the apartment downstairs to get the water up. The guy that lives there is a bit of a nut. I had seem him a couple times talking with Bob about differant things. He does have some issues. Anyway, I went downstairs with the vacume, and he started talking some kind of crap to me, that I took as plain rude. I just told him to go fuck himself. That kinda set him off. Started going on like a jerk telling me he didn't want me in his place. I just said I worked for Bob and not him. He kept saying he wanted me out, then he wants to phone the police. I just laughed about it. The landlord does have the right to go into an apartment if their is some major problem, and with the flooding, this was. Bob tried calming things by asking me to wait outside, which I did. Frigging guy just went on, and on, and on. We were there about an hour and the guys mouth just never shut up. I was content to wait outside. I didn't want to be around the jerk and his yapping. We waited a couple hours for the police to come about the vandalism, and finally Bob phoned them. That was about 1am. They said since it wasn't an emergency call that they couldn't say how long it would be, so Bob decided to wait until the next day. I wasn't sure if the guy did call the police, and I really didn't care. So in the morning when we just started working in the basement a cop showed up and was talking to Bob. I came out and Bob called me. Yep, the guy did call the police on me. I just plainly told the cop that, yes, I had told the guy to go fuck himself. The cop laughed becvause from his talk with the guy he kinda figured out the story. Bob backed me up as to what happened, because the guy had tried saying that I was threatening him. The cop just needed my side for his report he said. So, that was that. Imagine this jerk calling the police and everything over something so stupid. The amount of time wasted just from being told to go fuck yourself, because he was being a jerk in the first place. It can be incredible the things I see, and deal with while working for Bob. I would hate doing Bobs work with these people. He really doesn't have it easy like most people think, but he handles it good. Takes a lot to get Bob really mad, but when he does he can be nasty. The crazy world of Bob. Anyway, those people left a couple of nice DVD movies that I got. Got a Microsoft Works Suite 2006, but I don't know if I can use it. I tried setting it up, but had some trouble. Don't know if it's something that can only be set up once, or what. Be good if I can use it. Anyway, that was most of my day. Now I'm going to just relaxe. While we were mixing the cement outside, Carlos was there having a beer. The new guy that moved in the basement was having one too. He's a really bad alcoholic. Doesn't cause trouble or anything, but just a person that is dieing. He drinks a lot of that cheap sherry all the street people seem to buy, and his room stinks like hell. He goes out in the day and sits in a spot downtown and begs people for money everyday, and then gets his sherry, gets drunk, goes home, passes out, and the next day does it all over again. Pretty sad, but people like that most likely will die that way. Sometimes they just lose their spirit and give up completly. Nothing you really can do for them. I suppose some would say pray, but I think God is pretty aware. Not sure the reason why, because i just don't know that part of Gods plan. I'm sure there is some reason. Anyway, Dan came in a cab. He's been working all week. First real job he's had in a couple of years, so getting that first pay must have made him feel great. He must have been drinking before getting home, because he had one beer, and seemed pretty hammered already. When he's drunk, all he does is talk about himself. Doesn't seem to hear anything anyone else says. Anyway, after a bit he started puking on the stairs. Here I am working, all these guys talking stupid rubish. None of them are listening to anything any of them are saying. Each in their own head, and here's Dan puking. Just a normal day. Didn't make me want to join them at all. I was glad to be feeling healthy, and working. They were anoying tho. I figured that they soon would be ordering crack from their dealer. He delivers it for them. I really hate that stuff. Only time I might get into it is when I'm drinking, otherwise I just hate it. Carlos left after, and Dan passed out for a bit, but then I seen him come in with a friend and go to his room. We were all sitting on the steps talking. Dan came out and stood by us. I seen the crumpled money in his hand, sop I knew he was waiting for the dealer. What a waste of time that shit is. All you do is sit sucking on a pipe, and for me just being filled with complete paranoia. Really fun time that is, ha. anyway, I'm glad it's not me. That stuff is the worst drug they ever come out with. I really have no problems staying away from it. Like I say, the only time I might do it is after drinking, so it doesn't bother me right now. Anyway, it's been a long day. 15 hours with Bob is enough. I do feel good tho. Did a good days work, kept sober, so now's a little time for me. Thank you so much Lord.