That was refreshing.

Four days late, Miss Ollie rolled into the compound late last evening. She looked horrible and was not acting normal (for her). Krl had grilled some chicken and we sat down and ate. We had tried to get anything we might need for Ollie to eat or drink since she is diabetic. She chose orange juice. but wanted it on ice. A little later in the evening when I went to shower, Krl confronted her and asked her what she was going to her car and mixing with that orange juice. "Vodka", she replied. I can't really see why we should make an effort if she is going to violate her health so blatantly.

I went to bed about a quarter to eleven, leaving the girls to talk. I can vaguely remember Krl coming to bed but shortly thereafter both of us were awake and discovered "No Miss Ollie". Krl tried to call her on her cell phone but Ollie's prepaid phone was out of minutes. She had been trying to put more time on it "on-line" but never got it to take. Closer scrutiny revealed Krl's company debit card was missing. Still Krl left a message on the cell phone.

About one-thirty in the morning the phone rang and Ollie was on the line telling us she ran to Big Spring to the store to get a phone card. Duh, that is forty-two miles one-way. What an idiot! Add to this dumb decision the fact that she was DUI. I was livid.

This morning she was bright-eyed and bushy tailed, as though nothing was wrong. I made my morning rounds and drank coffee and visited with some of the patrons in the office. I made my way back to the bale dock and then visited about some hauling with the burr contractor before I returned to my trailer to do some data entry. When I arrived there I found her getting things ready. She "needed" to go to town to get a phone card and to mail a package "next-day delivery". I don't think she understands, even after I have explained it to her. You can't "run" to town. Just the little convenience store is a 32 mile round trip. Add to this the fact that no delivery is guaranteed "next-day delivery" from out here unless it is local. Absolutely, nothing!

I suppose this was where the conversation began to go downhill. She revealed that she did not go to Big Spring last evening, she went to Midland via Garden City which added 62 miles to the 92 mile roundtrip. (She went west by traveling east). She didn't get the phone card because she didn't realize Krl's card was a debit card and she didn't have a pin number. Hello. I tried to talk with her but she would just roll her eyes and give a "half-ass" apology. Krl told her we were scheduled to go to Stanton to get drinking water later today but that was not soon enough to suit Miss Ollie.

I decided to put the full court press on and told her we had some things to discuss to which she replied that she was too upset to talk about anything and started out the door. I then told her if she left, she could forget ever straightening any of this mess out. To this she replied, "Oh well".
I then told her to plan on hand delivering her envelope later today and to get all her stuff and go. I told her I could not trust her, that she was a liar and a cheat, a freeloader looking for an easy path with an abundance of handouts.

I am sure that she will go back to 'Angelo and trash me. I don't care. It will probably be the same crap she tells us about her Mom and Daddio. Poor Ollie! The girl is rotten. The girl has a lot of growing up to do but until she does she will be treated like a child (or institutionalized). You can't help her because she doesn't want to be helped, she would rather wallow in her squalor.

Well, it was a nice visit. Short and short. Don't hurry back on my account! And don't let the door hit you in the backside! Do not pass "Go" and do not collect $200!