Yeah, it was a bad day at the office...but not the way you might think...

I'm working a temp job right now...for 11 bucks an hour i try to track down a thingy that might combust, which is a problem if it's set up in a petro or nuclear power plant...and i make brownies for the boss so he won't fire me for not knowing that a desktop is something that is IN A COMPUTER...not on top of it...and so far my plan seems to be working! (thank you Betty Crocker-you ROCK!)

I work with 4 other temps...all of us different ages, one of us, near retirement age, and one of us, just starting out with an incredible head on her shoulders...J is 19 and we all love her...she's 19 going on 40, ok?..she works 3 jobs and is going to be a sophomore in college this year...and SHE tries to mother US...(she is also way smarter at the computer then ANY OF US, but she is always trying to help, this sweet 19 year old mother hen)

And that is how she got raped this weekend. She went down to a festival and was hanging out with some of her friends when one of them (the one who has a tendency to overdrink) decided she was going off to a bar...the super responsible J went along to keep an eye on her...so they ended up in a very popular nightclub (it's not sleazy-it's one of those retro bars-i use to do radio parties there, um...years ago when i wasn't considered retro) And yes, they used fake i.d's...shame shame...boy, i'm glad i was perfect when i was young!

Now J has heard warnings about not keeping an eye on her drink...she remembers only that three boys (they were a group) kept trying to buy her a drink and that she said no, and that she danced with her beer and her friend on the dance floor...and THAT is all she remembers other then the fact it was about 8 or 9pm...hours later she was dumped like garbage in front of a nursing home with bruises all over her like she had been held down and no idea where or-barely-who she was...one of the staff at the nursing home realized that she was in trouble and J was able to remember her home phone (and that was all she could remember-they-whoever raped her-took her purse)...she spent most of the weekend in the hospital because the date rape drug they used was very strong, but could you believe...she was back to work, on time, this morning, wearing long sleeves and looking very tired...she told me she is still in shock...me, i'm FURIOUS!!!!

I'm sick as hell over what happened to her...although grateful that they didn't kill her like Natalie Holloway...i wish i knew what to say other then "i'm so sorry, i love you kid, do you need anything?"...and worried what will happen to her when she comes out of this haze...how will she feel...angry, demoralized, broken?..i would gladly shoot those losers who did this to her...not to kill them of course...but maybe a bullet to their balls if you get my drift...ok...two bullets, what the hell, one for each.

I know that she shouldn't have been underage and in a bar...i do...i also know I should have never raced guys on open country roads(i beat one guy doing a hundred-yes, a hundred) in my dads 1978 Buick...so, when they called me "the speed queen" it wasn't drugs they were talking about...(if my kids do that i'll KILL THEM!!!--or cancel cable, it's the same thing in our house)

We have all screwed up, done something we shouldn't have, and most of the time, we got a free pass...when J did it she got raped...and that's not fair.