"Part 2"

 

The Lord did not want me to be driving a truck anymore, as He allowed things to happen, I lost the job. Now me and my wife were a long distance away from our family, and on foot. I call my father and he drives a car to where we were and pick us up, the nicest thing I think, he ever did for me.

 

We now must live with her mother, and her younger sister. Her younger sister, was a child of 8 years. This child would scream very profane words to her own mother. So disrespectful.

 

My wife never had a father that would teach her anything. Her mother, did not know what was right or what was wrong.

 

I am hated in this house. I find a job, driving a small truck, with No Air Condition, hot are the summers, 38 Celsius. I did not mind the heat, but radio did not work. It would only play cassette tapes and I only had 1. I knew every song on it. I could recite all the words. It was country music, and I hate country music. I drove the truck delivering automobile parts. Not a lot of pay, but better than nothing.

 

I send my resume to many companies looking for a 'Real' job. I have alot of college, and training. I send resumes one after another, never thinking twice. The local telephone company, serving an area of 80 square kilometers, ask me to come in for an Interview.

 

All my life, I have learned to see people as they are. When I see their face, and watch their movements. I know what they love, and I know what they hate. I wanted this job and it was my only interview in 45 days of searching.

 

I am interviewed, by three different people, all of which, would be my supervisors. The first, was a man that the job he had was not really what he wanted. So this interview was easy, just be friendly. The second interviewer would have rather been fishing. You only needed to see his office. A nice jolly fat man, with simple loves and hates. I just talked about fishing. He really liked me. The third was the intellectual. His office being very neat, very clean, all in order. He dressed himself in a crisp pressed shirt and tie. I did not talk about my skills with him either. His sights were set on high, beyond his job. We talked about the countries economic stability, it's growth, and its possible weaknesses. I knew this was the man that I had to win, all the others did not matter. I out performed his expectations in knowledge, and in current events.

 

I was worried from the start about this company, being a small telephone exchange. I knew big business was looking for companies like this one, to swallow up. After 5 years one did.

 

When I arrived in my new position, I ask each coworker, what were the symbols, and how exactly are they to be presented. Each one tells me a different way. The field workers, work in the hot sun, the cold wind, while on a pole high above the ground. They are the ones, the information we compiled was used by.

 

I think, something is wrong here. This system is broken, or never built. I go to my immediate supervisor and ask him for the guidelines on how all information is to be shown. The so called, company standards. He pulls out a large book and put it on his desk. Once the dust subsided, I pick it up and take it to my desk.

 

I had programmed computers as a child in school. I start to create a program, that would only allow one way, the approved way. You could not decide how you wanted the symbol to look. You did it one way or no way. This program would compile the symbols much faster, than anyone could have done it themselves.

 

Time is money. I show the program to my supervisor, he shows it to his supervisor. Now all the information is controlled by this program. I am the only one that tells the program what to do next. I have 7 immediate supervisors come and go over the cource of 7 years. The company now produces 4 times more than it did before.

 

My wife commits adultery against me. She explains she wants to go see him, and asked me to buy the plane ticket. I had already spoken to an attorney. I acted meekly, like a broken man to her, and gladly bought the ticket. While she was gone I kept my son, taking him to child care everyday so I could go to work. In the three days she was gone, I took everything from the house that my son would not need.

 

My son was 14 months old.

I planed to leave my son with her, until I gathered my thoughts better. When I picked her up from the airport, along the way I explain calmly, "what you see left in the house, you can have", there was not much a baby needs.

 

It had been only a few days, when I came to visit my son. I planned to take him, by my attorneys’ advisement. When I get there, I tell her I want to take him to a park, and visit him. She says I can't. While talking with her she tells me, she plans to leave, and was going to take our son with her.

 

I convinced her to allow me to give him a bath, as I was always the one to do so. The house was large. After his bath was over, I carry him to a room wrapped in a towel. She asked "Why did I bring him to this room?" The room was closet to the door. I say, "I just have more room in here to visit him". She excepts the answer, and walks out of view. I had left my key in the car's indignation, all doors were locked but the driver side.

 

I pick him up, run out the door, put him in the passenger seat, lock my door, start the car, throw it in reverse, just then she run out screaming. I hit the gas hard, not looking behind me. I get on street, just missing a passing car. Put the car in drive and I am gone.

 

Three hours’ latter she calls, a tone of relief in her voice saying "You want the rest of his stuff", I go and get it, alone without incident. A mother's love, Something she did not have.

 

Now she has time to think. How much could she get from child support? How much money would that be? For a child she cared nothing about. Women always get the children, in a divorce, at that time.

 

In the three days she was gone, when I took everything. I had got the computer which she would write e-mails on. She had deleted the files, or so she thought. Me, the Hacker she never knew. I find out that the man was in the military as a bus driver, and I knew where. I was also in the military, hard core, full combat, and decorated.

 

The military does take the actions of a soldier and his family lightly. I knew this well. My sister once calling the military, saying she needed to talk to her brother. It was about nothing, she was just pregnant, and her wires were not quite right. I was ran over the hot coals for not keeping my family content.

 

I retrieve every e-mail he sent from his military computer. Some really nasty stuff in them. I make copies, and place them in two large envelops. One envelope addressed to his post's enlisted commander, the other to the officer in command. Asking them, how they could allow a man under their command to use military equipment to seduce a civilian's wife.

 

I ask her to meet me in a restaurant to discuss the divorce details. She gladly accepts. I'm already sitting when she walks in. She sees me, I'm not saying a word and sits down. I put the two envelops on the table, both are clearly addressed. All I say is "If I see you in court, these go in the mail". I give her time to read the letters to his commanders, and see all the e-mails he ever sent to her. When she is done, she says "We're not scared of you", I pick up the envelops and leave.

 

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"Part 2"

 

The Lord did not want me to be driving a truck anymore, as He allowed things to happen, I lost the job. Now me and my wife were a long distance away from our family, and on foot. I call my father and he drives a car to where we were and pick us up, the nicest thing I think, he ever did for me.

 

We now must live with her mother, and her younger sister. Her younger sister, was a child of 8 years. This child would scream very profane words to her own mother. So disrespectful.

 

My wife never had a father that would teach her anything. Her mother, did not know what was right or what was wrong.

 

I am hated in this house. I find a job, driving a small truck, with No Air Condition, hot are the summers, 38 Celsius. I did not mind the heat, but radio did not work. It would only play cassette tapes and I only had 1. I knew every song on it. I could recite all the words. It was country music, and I hate country music. I drove the truck delivering automobile parts. Not a lot of pay, but better than nothing.

 

I send my resume to many companies looking for a 'Real' job. I have alot of college, and training. I send resumes one after another, never thinking twice. The local telephone company, serving an area of 80 square kilometers, ask me to come in for an Interview.

 

All my life, I have learned to see people as they are. When I see their face, and watch their movements. I know what they love, and I know what they hate. I wanted this job and it was my only interview in 45 days of searching.

 

I am interviewed, by three different people, all of which, would be my supervisors. The first, was a man that the job he had was not really what he wanted. So this interview was easy, just be friendly. The second interviewer would have rather been fishing. You only needed to see his office. A nice jolly fat man, with simple loves and hates. I just talked about fishing. He really liked me. The third was the intellectual. His office being very neat, very clean, all in order. He dressed himself in a crisp pressed shirt and tie. I did not talk about my skills with him either. His sights were set on high, beyond his job. We talked about the countries economic stability, it's growth, and its possible weaknesses. I knew this was the man that I had to win, all the others did not matter. I out performed his expectations in knowledge, and in current events.

 

I was worried from the start about this company, being a small telephone exchange. I knew big business was looking for companies like this one, to swallow up. After 5 years one did.

 

When I arrived in my new position, I ask each coworker, what were the symbols, and how exactly are they to be presented. Each one tells me a different way. The field workers, work in the hot sun, the cold wind, while on a pole high above the ground. They are the ones, the information we compiled was used by.

 

I think, something is wrong here. This system is broken, or never built. I go to my immediate supervisor and ask him for the guidelines on how all information is to be shown. The so called, company standards. He pulls out a large book and put it on his desk. Once the dust subsided, I pick it up and take it to my desk.

 

I had programmed computers as a child in school. I start to create a program, that would only allow one way, the approved way. You could not decide how you wanted the symbol to look. You did it one way or no way. This program would compile the symbols much faster, than anyone could have done it themselves.

 

Time is money. I show the program to my supervisor, he shows it to his supervisor. Now all the information is controlled by this program. I am the only one that tells the program what to do next. I have 7 immediate supervisors come and go over the cource of 7 years. The company now produces 4 times more than it did before.

 

My wife commits adultery against me. She explains she wants to go see him, and asked me to buy the plane ticket. I had already spoken to an attorney. I acted meekly, like a broken man to her, and gladly bought the ticket. While she was gone I kept my son, taking him to child care everyday so I could go to work. In the three days she was gone, I took everything from the house that my son would not need.

 

My son was 14 months old.

I planed to leave my son with her, until I gathered my thoughts better. When I picked her up from the airport, along the way I explain calmly, "what you see left in the house, you can have", there was not much a baby needs.

 

It had been only a few days, when I came to visit my son. I planned to take him, by my attorneys’ advisement. When I get there, I tell her I want to take him to a park, and visit him. She says I can't. While talking with her she tells me, she plans to leave, and was going to take our son with her.

 

I convinced her to allow me to give him a bath, as I was always the one to do so. The house was large. After his bath was over, I carry him to a room wrapped in a towel. She asked "Why did I bring him to this room?" The room was closet to the door. I say, "I just have more room in here to visit him". She excepts the answer, and walks out of view. I had left my key in the car's indignation, all doors were locked but the driver side.

 

I pick him up, run out the door, put him in the passenger seat, lock my door, start the car, throw it in reverse, just then she run out screaming. I hit the gas hard, not looking behind me. I get on street, just missing a passing car. Put the car in drive and I am gone.

 

Three hours’ latter she calls, a tone of relief in her voice saying "You want the rest of his stuff", I go and get it, alone without incident. A mother's love, Something she did not have.

 

Now she has time to think. How much could she get from child support? How much money would that be? For a child she cared nothing about. Women always get the children, in a divorce, at that time.

 

In the three days she was gone, when I took everything. I had got the computer which she would write e-mails on. She had deleted the files, or so she thought. Me, the Hacker she never knew. I find out that the man was in the military as a bus driver, and I knew where. I was also in the military, hard core, full combat, and decorated.

 

The military does take the actions of a soldier and his family lightly. I knew this well. My sister once calling the military, saying she needed to talk to her brother. It was about nothing, she was just pregnant, and her wires were not quite right. I was ran over the hot coals for not keeping my family content.

 

I retrieve every e-mail he sent from his military computer. Some really nasty stuff in them. I make copies, and place them in two large envelops. One envelope addressed to his post's enlisted commander, the other to the officer in command. Asking them, how they could allow a man under their command to use military equipment to seduce a civilian's wife.

 

I ask her to meet me in a restaurant to discuss the divorce details. She gladly accepts. I'm already sitting when she walks in. She sees me, I'm not saying a word and sits down. I put the two envelops on the table, both are clearly addressed. All I say is "If I see you in court, these go in the mail". I give her time to read the letters to his commanders, and see all the e-mails he ever sent to her. When she is done, she says "We're not scared of you", I pick up the envelops and leave.

 

 

"Part 2"

 

The Lord did not want me to be driving a truck anymore, as He allowed things to happen, I lost the job. Now me and my wife were a long distance away from our family, and on foot. I call my father and he drives a car to where we were and pick us up, the nicest thing I think, he ever did for me.

 

We now must live with her mother, and her younger sister. Her younger sister, was a child of 8 years. This child would scream very profane words to her own mother. So disrespectful.

 

My wife never had a father that would teach her anything. Her mother, did not know what was right or what was wrong.

 

I am hated in this house. I find a job, driving a small truck, with No Air Condition, hot are the summers, 38 Celsius. I did not mind the heat, but radio did not work. It would only play cassette tapes and I only had 1. I knew every song on it. I could recite all the words. It was country music, and I hate country music. I drove the truck delivering automobile parts. Not a lot of pay, but better than nothing.

 

I send my resume to many companies looking for a 'Real' job. I have alot of college, and training. I send resumes one after another, never thinking twice. The local telephone company, serving an area of 80 square kilometers, ask me to come in for an Interview.

 

All my life, I have learned to see people as they are. When I see their face, and watch their movements. I know what they love, and I know what they hate. I wanted this job and it was my only interview in 45 days of searching.

 

I am interviewed, by three different people, all of which, would be my supervisors. The first, was a man that the job he had was not really what he wanted. So this interview was easy, just be friendly. The second interviewer would have rather been fishing. You only needed to see his office. A nice jolly fat man, with simple loves and hates. I just talked about fishing. He really liked me. The third was the intellectual. His office being very neat, very clean, all in order. He dressed himself in a crisp pressed shirt and tie. I did not talk about my skills with him either. His sights were set on high, beyond his job. We talked about the countries economic stability, it's growth, and its possible weaknesses. I knew this was the man that I had to win, all the others did not matter. I out performed his expectations in knowledge, and in current events.

 

I was worried from the start about this company, being a small telephone exchange. I knew big business was looking for companies like this one, to swallow up. After 5 years one did.

 

When I arrived in my new position, I ask each coworker, what were the symbols, and how exactly are they to be presented. Each one tells me a different way. The field workers, work in the hot sun, the cold wind, while on a pole high above the ground. They are the ones, the information we compiled was used by.

 

I think, something is wrong here. This system is broken, or never built. I go to my immediate supervisor and ask him for the guidelines on how all information is to be shown. The so called, company standards. He pulls out a large book and put it on his desk. Once the dust subsided, I pick it up and take it to my desk.

 

I had programmed computers as a child in school. I start to create a program, that would only allow one way, the approved way. You could not decide how you wanted the symbol to look. You did it one way or no way. This program would compile the symbols much faster, than anyone could have done it themselves.

 

Time is money. I show the program to my supervisor, he shows it to his supervisor. Now all the information is controlled by this program. I am the only one that tells the program what to do next. I have 7 immediate supervisors come and go over the cource of 7 years. The company now produces 4 times more than it did before.

 

My wife commits adultery against me. She explains she wants to go see him, and asked me to buy the plane ticket. I had already spoken to an attorney. I acted meekly, like a broken man to her, and gladly bought the ticket. While she was gone I kept my son, taking him to child care everyday so I could go to work. In the three days she was gone, I took everything from the house that my son would not need.

 

My son was 14 months old.

I planed to leave my son with her, until I gathered my thoughts better. When I picked her up from the airport, along the way I explain calmly, "what you see left in the house, you can have", there was not much a baby needs.

 

It had been only a few days, when I came to visit my son. I planned to take him, by my attorneys’ advisement. When I get there, I tell her I want to take him to a park, and visit him. She says I can't. While talking with her she tells me, she plans to leave, and was going to take our son with her.

 

I convinced her to allow me to give him a bath, as I was always the one to do so. The house was large. After his bath was over, I carry him to a room wrapped in a towel. She asked "Why did I bring him to this room?" The room was closet to the door. I say, "I just have more room in here to visit him". She excepts the answer, and walks out of view. I had left my key in the car's indignation, all doors were locked but the driver side.

 

I pick him up, run out the door, put him in the passenger seat, lock my door, start the car, throw it in reverse, just then she run out screaming. I hit the gas hard, not looking behind me. I get on street, just missing a passing car. Put the car in drive and I am gone.

 

Three hours’ latter she calls, a tone of relief in her voice saying "You want the rest of his stuff", I go and get it, alone without incident. A mother's love, Something she did not have.

 

Now she has time to think. How much could she get from child support? How much money would that be? For a child she cared nothing about. Women always get the children, in a divorce, at that time.

 

In the three days she was gone, when I took everything. I had got the computer which she would write e-mails on. She had deleted the files, or so she thought. Me, the Hacker she never knew. I find out that the man was in the military as a bus driver, and I knew where. I was also in the military, hard core, full combat, and decorated.

 

The military does take the actions of a soldier and his family lightly. I knew this well. My sister once calling the military, saying she needed to talk to her brother. It was about nothing, she was just pregnant, and her wires were not quite right. I was ran over the hot coals for not keeping my family content.

 

I retrieve every e-mail he sent from his military computer. Some really nasty stuff in them. I make copies, and place them in two large envelops. One envelope addressed to his post's enlisted commander, the other to the officer in command. Asking them, how they could allow a man under their command to use military equipment to seduce a civilian's wife.

 

I ask her to meet me in a restaurant to discuss the divorce details. She gladly accepts. I'm already sitting when she walks in. She sees me, I'm not saying a word and sits down. I put the two envelops on the table, both are clearly addressed. All I say is "If I see you in court, these go in the mail". I give her time to read the letters to his commanders, and see all the e-mails he ever sent to her. When she is done, she says "We're not scared of you", I pick up the envelops and leave.

 

© Copyright Midnight, Its Almost. All Rights Reserved.