Ok, you asked.
Here is the story of my arrest.
My former boss owed me $20, an honest mistake on my part because I thought he'd overpaid me the last time and I gave him $20 back. I left a message on his phone and there was no response. I figured that he was just busy and that he'd eventually get back to me. Some part of me said just to let it go but $20 is fairly important when I have no income. So...I sent my dad after it, thinking he'd worked for him before and it wouldnt be a problem. How I was wrong. Backtrack a bit to say Id had a bad day anyway (this was Wednesday). I had collections agencies calling me, and everything just got really depressing. To solve this problem, which later turned out to be a big mistake, I grabbed what alcohol I had available to at least drown out the pain.
So, my dad comes home saying that former boss has another hired man, and that he'd talked to my former employer (the guy I worked for for 4 years and had made a habit of badmouthing me every chance he got since I left there). I was under the impression that the last boss and I had left on good terms but he proceeded to tell my dad how aweful I was, etc. etc.
This pushed me right over the edge. I doubt I wouldve did what I did had it not been for alcohol in my system, but at the time I was so angry I didnt care what happened. My mom and dad full well realized I was at the tipping point and didnt want me to leave, but I lied to get out of the house, saying I was going to my sis-in-laws house. I DID go there, but I didnt come home. I was fairly calculating by this point, but extremely, extremely angry. I bought a shot gun, which of course there is no hold on. Id think they may want to reevaluate those laws, because a long gun can do as much damage as the infamous handgun. Of course at that point I easily cleared all the FBI/ATF screenings and walked out with a shotgun and cartridges.
BUT...they did a pretty good job in dissambling the barrel of the gun. I put gas in my car, than sat there on the side of a dirt road, clueless as to how I could put this back together without risking killing myself in the process. I knew my brother was aware of my anger at this point but I didn't think my other brother was, who is by far more firearms savvy anyway. So, I went over there with the story that I had just bought a gun to play around with and needed help in assembling it.
He didnt buy it. He called my mom thinking I was suicidal which couldnt have been farther from the truth. She told him no, turned around, told my sis who wasted no time in calling the cops.
My brother meanwhile refused to cooperate with me but by that time it was too late. I wasnt even shocked to see a deputy standing in the doorway. Part of me knew it was coming. He of course considered taking me on a chapter 51 but after talking with his superiors figured out I hardly qualified for that. Instead he talked to the DA who insisted he at least book me for disorderly conduct. Its worthwhile to note that I had two PBT's ran on me that night, one when he arrested me, the other one at the jail. Both showed .00.
My mom claims I was a smartass even when I called her from jail, and I probably was. They refused to bail me out and I sat there overnight. Sitting in a 12x8 cell gave me plenty of time to cool off and realize what I had about did. Even though this guy has a lot of enemies and is generally disliked around here, it wasnt my duty to go take of him. Much less think of how it wouldve destroyed my life from there on out. I sat there, and came around, horrified at how I had lost control of myself.
If that doesnt shake a person, at least in my situation, being shackled and cuffed like a common criminal was enough to put the fear of God into me. My mom arrived at my bond hearing to see me in a orange jumpsuit complete with shackles and cuffs. I thought it'd about do her in. Instead I think she saw how compliant and totally beat I was and bonded me out with her signature.
Its tough for me to tell you this because I fear that everyone thinks Im a lowlife scum bag now. The long and then short of it is that night I felt extremely wronged and betrayed, and it didnt happen overnight. I was SO sick of the former boss lying about me every chance he got, and here I have to list him as a former employer. I felt like the chances of me getting hired around here were nill to none. Im still a little uncertain about that since Im sure they'll call him for references. What he has against me personally is beyond my comprehension, that is what still irritates me. I don't understand a person that feels compelled to downgrade a gal that just wanted him to leave her alone.
Still, to quote the Bible, "Vengence is mine, I will repay saith the Lord." I feel aweful about my behavior and Im lucky to get off with a disorderly conduct charge.
