The weekend has been full of mini miracles, twists of fate and almost standing in dog shit. A varied existence if ever I heard of one. Firstly Friday, my son and I were having a weekend totally in, except we and to go out and let my currently ex ghost team into a building I and keys for. I arrived as punctual as ever. No one else did. I rang my friend and in a moment it all because apparent that I had got the wrong day. The white noise in my head and the blood in my eyes meant I was in a mood. The sooner my son and I got out of this dangerous and dark building, the better. I knew tomorrow I would be over it, I can never carry bad moods over through a sleep, but there were still some waking hours yet. My usual response started. That is, regretting that I had agreed to help at all. I'm such a sulker as soon as something doesn't go my way.
Sleep came and the mood evaporated.
Saturday was another great day having wars with all my sons toys out. We and our bubble and it was bliss hanging out in it as ever.
We both felt a sadness as he was summoned early by his mother as she and new family was going to Newcastle. I dealt with my feelings about that in the usual manner, I mentally turned off.
Because I had got the PPS night wrong, I had to cancel all plans I had made for the cinema.
It was my fault though so I endeavoured to make it work for me. Hey, I thought, I cill just go to the cinema on Sunday instead. In fact, why don't I watch my DVDs which are pilling up?
So I did. I had to break the evening up to go and let my old team mates in. A part of me did want to stay and felt I would be missing something, but the largest part wanted to do my new plans. I did feel uncomfortable about letting people into this building and me not being there, but surely nothing would happen.
I recovered a phone call at 9:30pm. The team had heard people outside. They had thought that someone was breaking in to their vehicles and so gone to look. Two vehicles were now gone.
I suggested that it sounded like they could have been stolen. I hung up and pondered the situation. There was no getting away from the fact that I had opened up the gates to my work and also the other garages which we share our yard with and two vehicles had been stolen. Add to this the fact that I was actually not even there. How to explain that cars were gone and yet the locks were not broken come Monday morning?
I surely had to lie in some way to lessen the blame or escape it altogether.
Could they have just been taken by their owners? It seemed a stretch because it was late at night and how would they have keys to the gates?
I made the decision to go down at closing of the little ghost event.
They had enjoyed their night which was great but all I could thin of was the trouble I was about to be in. Maybe if I told the garage that I had been there too and it was just one of those things, I would get away with having the gates open. NO. No ideas washed with a good explanation. The thing is that whilst I have brought a group in to my work before and given my boss money for it, I didn't exactly ask this time. I didn't mention it at all. Maybe I could okay it down and say "oh yes I was messing about in there alone that night". But I felt awkward saying I let a group of people I know and a group of strangers mess about in work for five hours whilst I went he and watched a film, oh and cars were stolen.
Self preservation was all I could think of. But every scenario led to the police being brought around and that would lead to me being asked if I was here that night.
I felt sick whenever I tried to wriggle out of some kind of blame. But for gods sake, I hadn't stolen the cars!!
(But i had made it easy for them. The car owners had entrusted the garage with them for a day or two and expected that they be under lock and key whilst the garage had them. )
When I went down to lock up the team told me that one of the team had heard people in the yard and so they had banged on the shutter. Then that team member had thought they were breaking into his van and so gave chase in the yard. There were two cars which sped off but not before the team member grabbed onto the door handle shouting "what the fuck are you doing?". It turned out to be lady driving the BMW and the other was a Vectra.
It sounded strange that a lady would be stealing cars but then I also was aware of what utter bitches some of them could be.
I work next to a massage parlour and so strange people and shifty comings and goings are to be expected even late at night. I clung on tightly that it could all be explained but if I'm honest I didn't believe it myself. Although one other factor comforted me slightly. No broken glass or sign of forced entry. But why speed off?
I said if I saw you running at me out of a dark building, then I'd speed off too, especially at night.
There was nothing I could do. I could just lock up and regret that I'd been so stupid as to allow people in. The truth is that even if I'd been there myself, it would still have happened but it made it worse with me being at home.
Ultimately, everyone else were not in any trouble. I was the only person having to explain how this had occurred and try as I might I struggled to come up with a lie.
Music was going to have to be faced on Monday morning.
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