ElfGrove

For Labor Day weekend. That is this Friday through Monday coming up. I will be leaving on Monday.

Plan around me! lol.
Not really. But there's a heads up.

Umm....
Dojo kiddies. I should be there on friday. The time is still 3:30, right?
Rob. I better get to see you at some point during this weekend!

Oh, when Aaron camer over yesterday, he brought pics from dojo, which I scanned into my computer before he left. ^_^
So he's some of the images:

It's been requested I remove the image. ^_^

Well. Jen is banned from dojo for a month for kicking her little brother... oops. She still hasn't been fully updated on the "situation", but we'll talk tomorrow. I hope.

With 'Walkers monitoring the dojo, I wonder just what's going though It's mind... Why watch there? What is the importance? What will I do if the attack comes there, and no one else is there who can sense them? It is probably best that way though, fewer in danger...

Yeah... I've been gone for a long time. I haven't been keeping up with ORC, my mailing lists, live journal, my websites, anything...

Feh... Gods... Life sucks...

I got a summer job since I last posted... but i'm about to quit... Yeah... I know, sounds bad right? I have good reason actually.
The guy I'm working for, scares me. A lot.

Here's how it started... I mentioned to my very cool dojo sensei, Elm, that I was looking for a summer job. A guy Elm helps out, Mark, was looking for someone to do some computer work, file papers and run an occasional errand. Sounded like a decent deal. I went to meet Mark and talk to him about the job. He said that it involved the previously mentioned stuff and pay would be $5 an hour. I would come in twice a week, and the hours would be very flexible. It sounded like a good deal. I got bad vibes about being there, but it sounded good, so I took the job. He then sat there for an hour or more talking to me about his spirituality and then tried to tell me what I was like and what my powers were. That sort of thing makes me extremely uncomfortable. I'm a very private person about that sort of thing. And yes, I'll talk about it a lot in my websites, but there's a fairly good level of animosity there, and very few people visit my sites. And he kept talking about my eyes, that they were "spirit eyes" and very beautiful. He then proceeded to play three very long songs on one on the flutes he makes, and out of politeness I listened. I kept thinking he'd give me a chance to excuse myself. He didn't. I had to stop him and say I needed to leave. He very much creeped me out, but I had already agreed to the job, and I figured that wouldn't happen again.

Despite my instincts screaming at me to run the other way, I came back for my first day of work. Mark was away doing something, but Elm was there. I'm comfortable around Elm, so while Elm made "authentic indian jewelry" and cleaned house, I organized Mark's office area, then joined Elm in cleaning. It wasn't too bad. Except for the dead mouse in Mark's office, and it's droppings... ewww....

The next time, my instincts to not go were screaming even louder; I went anyways. I did some cleaning and computer work and started helping to make the stuff Mark sells online, several people were there doing similar stuff. All I could see Mark actually do was tune flutes, show people how to initially do a job, and talk on the phone to his adoring fans. -_- I needed to see when I should come back again so I had to wait for Mark to get off the phone. Elm, Chad and everyone else left, and finally Mark came out. He gave me a tiger's eye arrowhead necklace, which I did not ask for or want. When I tried to refuse he told me not accepting it would be insulting him, and basically told me I had to take it. I took it, not all to happy about the situation. He then showed me what he wanted done while he was away at a convention type thing, and told me to come back wednesday to do it, then come again next Wednesday when he returned. I was to come in at 6:30 am on wednesday to go with Elm anmd Chad to Lincoln County High School to cut branches off the willow trees there for dream catchers and then run scandisk and defrag his computer, and organize some paperwork for his 200 taxes which he hadn't started yet. His extension would be coming to an end soon. He then kept me for at least 45 minutes talking like he had before. It didn't help my fear that he only pulled this when no one else was there. I made myself a promise that If he showed up as a threat in my dreams, I absolutely couldn't work there.

Wednesday rolled around. That night he had become a threat in a dream...

My dream... I was coming in to work. Mark was supposed to be away at a convention or whatever the hell you call the things he goes to to sell his art, most of which, interestingly enough, is made by the people working for him who aren't much in native american blood if any at all. Mark was there. In fact there was like a party of some sort going on. There was music, alchohol, and snow cones [no idea where that came from...]. I got the impression it was someone's funeral. I think it may have been Venus, his buisness partner/(ex?)signifigant other(?). It was really weird.

Elm came up to me with some strange outside job that we were supposed to go help Chad with.

Outside, we saw Chad leaning against a truck talking to the driver. He turned around to wave at us as we approached, and the driver, Callie [a friend of mine] yelled out the window, "Come on,we gotta go!". I hopped in the back of the truck and Calllie startted to drive away as I noticed that the place we were at looked more like my family's old house on a colde sac in town. Callie stopped the truckat the entrance and said, "Don't you have work to do? Jenni and I were going to go somewhere fun." I was a little shocked, but agreed with her and got out of the truck as Jenni ran across the pavement to jump in the truck. The two of them sped off.

I walked over to where Elm and Chad were tying something to what in that old neighborhood would have been the side of my next door neighbors' fence, furthest from my old house. I think Mark and his party were in my house.

They told me to get the next fence over ready and I saw my little brother, frightenedly working on fixing a chain link fence around the yard of what used to be Jim's house. [When we lived there, Jim was a very creepy old man who lived on the opposite side of Chris and Jesse, the aforementined next-door neighbor, from us. Mom and dad always told us to stay away from him, he had some sort of weird record with thecops, where he had sexually abused his niece or full grown daughter or granddaughter, I can't really remember, it was a long time ago. And, he, before he died or moved away, I had never been sure which, had killed someone and hid them in the basement. Anyway, the place always had massive bad vibes. No shit, huh? But, there had never been a fence before.] The backyard had been sectioned off, and these huge dogs [like seven or eight great danes, i think] were standing there, watching my brother, growling and barking, being generally vicious. Now the thing to keep in mind is that my brother is terrified of large dogs.

Mark was walking over and complained that my brother was taking to long and to stop being such a wimp. I tod him to lay off, that my brother didn't need to be doing this job because he was scared of big dogs. Mark said something or other about over reacting and proceded to enter the section of fenceing where the dogs were, I looked over as one of the dogs came running barking at full speed towards my ittle brother and I. I yelled and did something, i'm not sure what, that made the dog stop, turn around and run back. I hugged my brother.

I proceeded to yell at Mark who now stod between my brother and I and the fence's exit, telling him to screw himself, that I didn't need this job and exactly where he could put it, his attitude, his mannerisms, and his head for all I cared. I then shoved him aside[very big man, especially in comparison to me] and left with little brother in tow.

I saw my parents before I left that morning. My entire system was in a panic over the entire situation, and I wasn't sure we had permission to be cutting these trees over at the high school, you know government property and all. I didn't tell Mom and Dad about the necklace, the dream, or the comments on my eyes, but I did tell them that Mark freaked me out and that I really didn't want to go again. I was practically in tears... This is how much the entire situation has upset me. My parents gave me their blessings to quit and told me that they had never had good vibes about the job either, and if it turned out we were cutting the trees illegally, just come straight home. I went, it turned out we had permission, so I ended up working on dreamcatchers all day. I told Elm at dojo that evening that I couldn't work there anymore, and I was going to come wendesday get paid and quit, but I would also come back tuesday to do the filing and computer stuff.

My freaked little system came back tuesday and did what I was supposed to. Mark called and said for me to come back Thursday instead of wednesday to let him know what I had accomplished on the computer. This freaked me... I had this horrible fear that he had told everyone else to not come then too. I was scared.

I came back, thursday, today, at the time Elm advised, 8am, when everyone else comes in to work normally. No one was there. Mark's truck was behind the house, but I think he uses a different vehicle, he had left that one for us to use in getting willow branches. I knocked on the front door, and after a time, at the back door. No one answered, so I left. I don't want to go back. The idea of returning terrifies me. I dunno what to do...