[That is how divorce takes place in the Sandbox. The man simply utters, three times, "I divorce thee I divorce thee I divorce thee." And, bam, you are divorced. Simple as that. The man doesn't even have to utter it. He can simply send a text message... No lawyers, no courts, no alimony or child support. Nada. Zilch. Over and done with.]
Phffftt. You are all done. I haven't actually dismissed him yet. Part of me wants to. The other part of me says, "Give it a break. It isn't a big deal." It is though. Someone is lying to me. And that, is what really pisses me off. What happened is not a big deal. A light either got broken or it was stolen. It is a cheap little $10.00 light from Walmart that I put in our last shipment - so we haven't had it all that long. Four months. So, okay, sure. We got our $10.00 out of it. Again, that isn't the point, and that isn't what bothers me.
What bothers me is that someone isn't telling the truth. It pretty much comes down to a single and particular "someone." [Unless someone scaled the wall and took it out of the back yard. I find that scenario pretty unlikely. No one comes into the back yard without us knowing about it. When you have two very alert barking Kids... Heck, no one even walks by the front of the house on the sidewalk without us knowing!]
Appuk is the only one who could be responsible. The pool guy - who, by the way, is another new guy, Nuge - like as in Ted Nugent without the "nt" - he comes on Saturday, Monday and Wednesday. He has a key to the back gate - so I guess that he is a possibility. Doubtful. The Kids let me know when Nuge is out there. The Kids let me know when Nuge puts the key into the lock on the back gate! The light was in the back yard on Wednesday so Nuge had to come in on Thursday and I was home all day... The Kids, for sure, would have let me know if Nuge was here on Thursday.
Appuk comes six days a week. He was here on Thursday. It was Thursday that I knew that the light was gone. I spotted that it was missing right away. DH went to play golf Thursday morning and when he got home I asked him if he put the light in the garage - or something. "Nope." Hmmm. Someone is not telling me the truth about the light. I suspect what happened is that it probably got knocked with a rake or the broom - or something - perhaps it was broken. No biggie. I can replace a cheap light. But don't lie to me.
This morning I questioned Appuk about the light. "Oh, no, Madam. I dunno." Got the usual "lights are on no one is home" look from Appuk. Well, Appuk, since you are the only one who was here on Thursday and since the light went missing on Thursday it only makes sense that you doo-no. Just tell me, "Yes, Madam. Light is broken." But don't tell me "I dunno." Appuk has been our gardener since we moved into this house. I would hate to get rid of him over a stupid little light. On the other hand, I cannot - no - I will not - tolerate someone not telling me the truth. Ridiculous. I know. Over something so trivial. With all the other problems in the world, I'm concerned with a $10.00 light from Walmart.