Fork stuck in the road

The Ratwagon is a 1988 Nissan Stanza station wagon. complete with chipped paint and dents. The middle seat belt was tasty so the cocker spaniel ate it. It smells funky even when its clean which is rare. I keep it tidy, but I don't vacuum it out as much as I should with all the use it gets. It was abandoned in a field for five years, so it has some "issues" I happen to really like the car, not so much after it lost first gear. I think it needs a new "thingey" I used to only date mechanics or computer techs out of necessity. However... now just somebody who "gets" me would be nice.
The area I live in is quiet except for the shootings. It's clean and pristine except for the smell of the beet factory which we can only think is reminiscent of roasted ass. Not that I ever smelled that, but I can guess. This is my own private Idaho, note "THE GEM STATE" not the famous potato state....
I was raised up north in a logging town called Pierce Idaho, you can google it sometime. I went back for a visit after 30 years and the townspeople still remembered me. Odd because I was a good kid.
Lots of trees here, but they had to bring them in from other states as southern Idaho is desert. They call Boise the city of trees, because the towns fathers couldn't think of anything else to call it. Nampa simply is the armpit of Idaho. Nampa is where I have the privilege of calling home. I am planning my escape to the Oregon coast. More on that later!

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Part one of my work day is over, part two consists of two hours with a fat kid that hates me. Apparently she hates everyone that makes her move. I won't let her take the elevator, I park far away from the places we go shopping. She wiiiiinnnneessss. I don WAAANNNAAA. I smile sweetly and tell her, it's good to get your heart pumping.
It can only get worse from here. She wrote on the black board Wednesday, " I hate Glena Dusky" I Told her she spelled my name wrong and corrected the spelling. SIGH.. I didn't react, but sometimes... Sometimes. the little devil in me would like to say "back atcha fatso"
however I am kind.
I care about her, but I think I have lost the battle. Her other tech lets her do what she wants, and doesn't bother to teach her. I won't allow her to tear into packages in the store and handle things she is not buying. I tell her that is rude. She says, "WHY!" and I say because if I wanted to buy something I wouldn't pick the thing you just damaged. Get my drift? She doesn't get it. Her kind father beams when I bring back his pudgy little gem. He will be the only one in her life to give her unconditional love. I see a grim future, one fraught with a cheating husband and seven ungrateful kids, but Daddy beams on. SIGH...