So, of course I took the next step and decided I would let someone come to stay with us that was in a very bad state. One was near suicide and was coming from Sweden. She had been famous in TV, as the host of a talkshow at one time. Now she was an addict with nowhere to go. We opened our home and lives to her with welcoming arms of love and support. In the ensuing months our, otherwise, tranquil Pocono Mountain way of life became a daily sentence in Hades. When she wasn’t out doctor shopping to feed her habit or conducting illegal transactions with local dealers, she was back at the house making us all miserable. She was sloveningly, unbathed, and putridly reeked. She expected to be waited upon and served her meals in the guest room.
She was the day-time receptionist and I worked evenings, so we only spoke for barely 10 minutes before she’d leave for the day and I’d start my shift. She had it out for me since day one because I worked her position while she was away for a few months. She didn’t like that our boss liked my work and that I’d gotten more done in the day than she usually would. She’s the type that she could make anything into an issue, even if you did her a favour by getting one of her tasks done after she’d begged you to do so. Somehow she’d turn anything into a “teachable” moment for me, especially because I was still in my early twenties.
Additionally, she’d constantly give me backhanded comments and talk to me in a condescending tone (including the time where she described step-by-step on how I should go up to the new manager in our office, introduce myself and shake his hand). She also got upset that our boss extended my temp contract so she decided to harass me into quitting. For whatever reason – possibly because they were friends outside the office – our boss decided to side with her before ever hearing my side of the story.
She and our boss didn’t expect for me to print out the emails that corresponded with her baseless complaints and that showed her true behaviour towards me and hand them into our boss. Biggest piece of damning evidence was a scanned copy of a document that she made a mistake on, initialed it, and tried to blame it on me. My booklet must’ve weighed at least a pound with what I had on her. They were both so concerned that I’d go to HR or to our union with complaints – which I could have done, but I was only there temporarily and decided against it. I’d scared them enough.
Both of them remained short and snide with me (our boss going as far as giving me dirty looks every time he passed my desk – stopped briefly when I called him out on it) until I quit unexpectedly and on my own terms during one of their busiest times of the year – fall semester admissions. She could do her own work for once and he could scramble to replace me for all I care.
But that was preferably to being in her company, believe me. She confiscated credit cards and went on an online buying spree. She ran up our phone bill with hour long calls to Europe sometimes twice in a day. Prize possessions were broken and left to be found, with not even an apology offered. Temper tantrums, screaming fits, bouts of loud sobbing and mournful wailing disturbed our every waking hour and what fitful sleep we might catch. She was a blight upon my family and I cursed myself for ever falling for her sad tale of woe and subjecting them to her calculated criminalities and demented destructiveness. When she put her hands on me, still recuperating from a hospital stay in ICU, and violently pushed me across the room, injuring my left shoulder, her stay at our “inn” abruptly ended.