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I Repeat, Problem Women Moving To Dickinson, North Dakota

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On New Year’s Eve, I was at a bar & restaurant in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I have known the bar & restaurant owner, the manager, the bartender, and the wait staff for two years.  It was a busy night, all of the customers were pretty well behaved, there were very few problems, and almost everyone had a good time.

When it got to be close to 1:00 a.m., it became closing time, with last call for alcohol, and then shortly after that it became time for the customers to leave.  I had agreed to stay to drive a wait staff person home when they got off work.  The restaurant had cleared out completely, but here came this young lady that I knew, back to get her coat off the back of a chair.

This young lady that came back to the empty restaurant to get her coat off the back of a chair, had been one of my biggest inspirations in writing the blog post about six months ago titled, “Problem Women Moving To Dickinson, North Dakota”.  I had had an incident with her about a year ago, where she had wanted and was attempting to remove bottles of alcohol from a bar, where she did not work, when the bar was left unattended.

I did not want to start anything with her this night, I believe that she is crazy, I did not want any confrontation, so I turned the other way to not even look at her.  After about forty five seconds, she did not exit the restaurant, and I turned around, and she wasn’t there.  I looked all around the room, and she wasn’t there.  I knew that she didn’t leave the restaurant, was she hiding in the restaurant?  I couldn’t believe it.

I started looking under tables, and when I looked up, I saw her very quickly leaving the restaurant through the exit, and the bar & restaurant owner coming out of the stock room behind the bar.  I said to the bar & restaurant owner, “Did you find her in the stock room?”  The owner said that yes, he did find her in the stock room.

At this time the manager came over.  I explained to the bar & restaurant owner, and to the manager, that this is the second time that I have seen this young lady attempt to stay behind at a bar after closing, and remove alcohol when the bar was left unattended.  I gave them her name.  The manager asked the owner, “What did she say to you when you found her in the stock room behind the bar?”  The owner replied, “She said that she wanted to buy some alcohol off-sale.”  The owner said that he just told her to leave and go to a liquor store.

I had had a problem with this young lady the last time I was around her when a bar was left unattended, and I had not forgotten her.  She was very rude and inconsiderate.  She was from New York.  I had found out some of the places that she had worked in Dickinson as a waitress.  People told me that she was nutty, one person told me that she had caused a tremendous amount of problems, but no one told me that she had stolen alcohol.  I can’t believe that she hasn’t tried to remove alcohol from bars elsewhere in Dickinson, but I can believe that she might not have been caught yet.

In my blog post titled “Problem Women Moving To Dickinson, North Dakota”, I explained that women can make more money in New York, Arizona, Florida, and Texas as a waitress, bartender, hotel clerk, bank teller, or administrative assistant, and live in less expensive housing, with a better social environment.  Why would they want to move to Dickinson where it is so cold, and housing was so expensive?  The answer was, there was such a shortage of workers in Dickinson, that employers did not ask a lot of questions, or do much of a background check.  If employers would have talked to some of these women for even five minutes, they would have noticed that they were crazy.  If employers would have contacted previous places where they worked, they probably would have been given some hints about the things these women had done in the past.

I am very,very angry about this, because not only is there nothing to do in Dickinson, and a shortage of women, the women that you do come in contact with in the bars, restaurants, stores, and banks, they are fucking crazy!  So yes, I am trying to point out this crazy woman who moved here to Dickinson, because they found out what she was like where she came from, and now she is doing her same crazy shit here, and probably her co-workers have been blamed for, or are under suspicion for what she has done.

Are All Women Crazy?

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In the past couple of months, I wrote a blog post titled “Problem Women Moving To Dickinson, North Dakota”.  In that post, I explained that over the past several years living in Dickinson, I had gone to restaurants and had gotten to know the women who worked at these restaurants.  I came to believe that many of these women had had a hard time back in the state where they had come from, because they were crazy, and had acted crazy.  I believed that they were no longer able to obtain employment in the state where they came from, because of the way they had behaved, the trouble they had gotten into, and their employment/employer record and history.

Anywhere and everywhere in the United States, there are bartender jobs, waitress jobs, retail jobs, and hotel jobs.  Why would a woman move to the coldest, most desolate, and highest cost of living area in the United States to work in a bar, restaurant, store, or hotel?  Even during the recent Oil Boom, when bartender women could make $300 to $400 on some nights, the expense of living in Western North Dakota would have not allowed much financial gain.  The reason they moved here:  Unlike everywhere else, the shortage of workers in Western North Dakota, caused employers to not look into the background, behavior, and employment history of workers.

I am bringing up this subject of crazy women moving to Western North Dakota again, because of a recent experience.  There was a young lady that I liked, that I tried to get to know recently.  She was very pretty.  She is the manager of a bar and restaurant.  When no one was around, I would talk to her about where she came from, her family, her interests, where else she had lived, things she had done, things she wanted to do.  I liked her, I thought that she was intelligent.

As I got to know more and more about this young lady, I heard her talk about difficulties, which were normal, everybody has problems.  I listened to things she had done, places where she had travelled, things that she wanted to do, it was all normal.  Then one day, as she let her guard down around me, I suppose, she started to talk about doing some things lately that were kind of trashy.  Then, she started to show that she was very self-centered, narcisistic, and selfish.  What really surprised me, was that she appeared to be more self-centered than the most self-centered woman I had known, more narcisistic than the most narcisitic woman I had known, and more selfish than the most selfish woman I had known.  This scared me, I was scared, because I had known some bat-shit crazy women, and she was crazier.

You might think that she was just trying to scare me away.  Some older men, came and sat at the bar.  One was a nicely dressed, successful professional man in his fifties.  One was a successful blue collar boss in his fifties.  All of us men had been served, and were working on business/paperwork.  The young lady that I had liked, was talking to another young lady, she proceeded to talk for at least twenty minutes if not thirty minutes, about a fight that had begun last night with her boyfriend, because he did not turn on the dishwasher before he went to bed.  On and on and on she went, about the anger, the outrage, the problems, the distress, he had caused her by not turning the dishwasher on before he came to bed.  His explanation in the morning was not adequate or sufficient.  His explaining to her about all the things that he did around the house was irrelevant and unrelated to him not turning on the dishwasher, and only made her angrier.  His text messages later that day were “A fucking essay, that she didn’t want”, and nothing he had said or done forgave him, corrected, remedied, alleviated the harm, the anger, the damage, of him not turning on the dishwasher.

I thought, my God, she is crazy.  I am so glad that I don’t live with her.  That dishwasher wouldn’t exist any more if she kept on after me like that about not turning on the dishwasher.  Are all women crazy?  Is it just the ones that work in bars and restaurants?  I have got to get out of here.