It was a Monday, October 4, 2016, and one of my coworkers was getting ready to go on vacation.
The car had been totaled for the second time, and she had been out on the highway and in the middle of nowhere to retrieve it.
The driver, her ex-boyfriend, was dead.
I’m a wrecker, and I was devastated.
I knew that if I did something wrong, I’d be in trouble, she said.
I’ve never experienced that before.
I felt terrible.
I went into my boss’s office and called him.
I told him, “I know I’m going to get in trouble and my car’s going to end up in the street, but I’m not going to be afraid to talk to you.”
I’m glad I did.
I could have easily ended up in a different situation, she told me.
I was still devastated.
When she asked why, I explained that I had just gotten back from an extended break from the company I had been working for for a while.
It had been hard working at the company and I loved it, she explained, but it was time to move on.
We were friends, but the fact that I’d been driving drunk, and driving with a driver who was killed in an accident was the catalyst for my leaving.
It was like an iceberg had come out.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
I tried to get my life together, but what to say?
She offered me a couple options: go back to my job at a retail store, or go back into retail.
But I was too emotionally scarred by my car crash to do either.
So I decided to go back.
I needed to get back to where I was.
I took the car to a local car dealership, which I trusted.
I had a job there, and it was a great job.
But it also required that I take the car out on long trips.
The dealership owner told me that if there was a problem, I should call the police, but that was just the beginning.
My car was a wreck.
I would need to pay for it out of my paycheck.
The next day, I called the dealership again.
This time, I was told that the dealership was going to take care of the car.
The owner didn’t take my car, but he did take my payment.
I didn’t get the phone number for the dealership, so I called a number on my phone, and when I tried the phone, it was full.
The phone number was still full.
I called back and got no response.
I waited for a few more minutes.
Finally, I got a message from the owner saying, “Sorry, but we can’t do it.”
When I tried calling again, I heard a male voice on the other end.
I realized that this was a person who was familiar with the dealership.
The person had been on the phone with me before, but when I asked him to repeat the conversation, he said, “It’s the dealership.”
I had already been driving a car.
This was the most devastating experience of my life.
When I called his number, he hung up on me.
He told me, “That’s my fault.
I should’ve called 911.
I shouldn’t have left the car there, because I didn to call the dealership and I didn.
It’s my problem.
You can’t go back and drive with that person again.”
The conversation that I was having with this person was a form of abuse, and if I didn “call 911,” I would never get out of the situation I was in, I felt.
I ended up getting into my car and driving home.
When my boss called me a few days later, I told her what had happened.
I explained what happened to my boss and how my boss had been very supportive of me, but my boss also told me I should have gone to the dealership immediately, I wrote in an email.
I asked if I could go back in there.
She said I could come in the next day.
That’s when the next incident happened.
The other person had broken into my workplace.
They had stolen my keys, which had been locked in a locker, and they had taken all my clothes off and were masturbating in my cubicle.
The supervisor and I were trying to calm them down.
When they came back to the office, they had their pants and underwear on.
I put on my clothes and was sitting at my desk when they came in.
The guy pulled out a gun and started masturbating and they came out of there.
I couldn’t do anything about it because the manager and I had both gone to check on them.
I remember screaming, “No!
I’m staying out of this!”
I also remember telling the guy, “We can’t keep this up!
We can’t have you in here!”
I’m pretty sure I could not have pulled out my phone