In the middle of the neighbor drama, there has been more neighbor drama. I know, I know. You are sitting there like, "Is this for real?" But trust me. It is. Ask Tiffany. She has been listening to me bitch about it for days. Weeks. Okay, actually since I moved into this house. And I wouldn't believe it either, if I wasn't here to witness it. 'Cause this shit is straight out of high school, Mean Girls style.
Kenny owns two companies. One a real estate company that he tries to do very little with. He leaves that up to Rachel's hubby! The other company is a landscaping company that I thought was just some harebrained idea he came up with one day, but turns out, I was wrong. One day, our neighbor approached us and asked if Kenny could please have his sixteen-year-old son work for him. His son needed direction. He admired Kenny. Blah, blah fucking blah. Kenny said sure.
It was a big mistake. The kid could not hang. He was trying to work side-by-side with grown men who did this all day long. Kiddo was exhausted. He worked slower than the others, needed more direction, and was paid the same hourly rate. Kenny would have to hire an extra person to cover the work that Kiddo should have been doing, but couldn't manage. It ended up costing Kenny on the days he used him. But still Kenny would not go back on his word to the neighbor. Nor would he outright say that Kiddo was not a good worker. Instead, he called Kiddo whenever he had work for him. And? Kiddo started ignoring his calls. Ducking back into the house to avoid Kenny asking him to work. Making excuses why he couldn't show up on this day or that day. Kenny eventually gave up.
Kiddo was singing another tune, though. His version was that he was getting up early. Calling Kenny every day for work, and Kenny was flatout turning him down. Without confirming this, mother of kiddo immediately ran to all the neighbors to tell them how horrible I am. How she was no longer speaking to me, because of this. Bitch, please. First. I don't work for Kenny's company. I had nothing to do with this shit. Second. Your pansy, little son is lying.
I passed the information on to Kenny. "I am going to go over, and set this straight. This shit is beyond ridiculous." Kenny was furious. Kenny NEVER gets mad. After a minute, he looks at me, "Wait. Why is she mad at you, though."
Simple. "Cause that's how those bitches roll."
***That's for you Tiff!****
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7 comments:
seriously, what would you do all day with out this fun drama? but for real, you really need to say something because thats so not your problem. You knowhow women are.. case and point why i am friends with very few of them
I told Kenny last night that I was going to take a lesson from you.... and stay the hell away from the neighbors from here on out. I see your point now, I should have listened to you long ago!
You should write a book about bad neighbors.. guess what the title would be?!
Tiffany, I spent like an hour trying to find that Tinkerbell thing... You know the one. "Bitch, please."
HOLY HELL... Those bitches never fail to shock me with their hair brained antics and immaturity..
WTF???
Do you see why it is rare that we do favors for people that aren't close to us? Soooo ridiculous. I love how you are blamed.
LOL, you just need to move. Your neighbors suck!
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