So, things lately have been less then fun. I'm starting to sink back into my kiserable depressed shit and I hate that because I had just gotten all the way out and was doing really well. This week sucked so much ass.
Shae left for college and while I love her and am proud and supportive, it doesn't make having my best friend move to a city I want to live in any more yippie fucking skippie. She did make me feel special requesting my psychotic boxes of randomness. So of course to help her cope with not being home and starting college she shall recieve them. I'm planning on doing about one a month at random points in the month. So far I have the box and about 1/4 of it filled with crap-o'-random. It's about the only thing I have going right now to make me feel happy. Besides looking forward to my apartment.
Monday was my day off, I am very lucky it was. Shae's little sister called me around 10 in the morning, her best friend had died. Now, with Shae in the City and Susan MIA, I am her next chance of sanity, which makes me feel really special that I am that loved, but also scared that I am this poor girl's chance for comfort, me, Satan. Anyways, she called me, and after getting her to calm enough to understand what had happened, I took off for the apartment spending the rest of my day off with her. I love my Niblet and was actually happy that I had the day off and was able to be there.
Taejah, the girl who died, I didn't know well, I had met her a couple times and she seemed awesome. No one that young, or at all, deserves to go through what she did and I can only hope that after unfailry being given a longer life, while she was robbed of one that she rightfully deverved, that I have an ounce of the strength and courage that girl had. She will be incredibly missed and fondly remembered by many people. As for the doctor who screwed her over, you are a fucking asshole and it makes me sick to think that people like you, who know you are insanely depended on perform, to instead be such a lame ass loser. I have insane amounts of respect for anybody involved in medicine, I think it is a fascinating field and I applaude all those involved or who ever will be involved. But that doctor? No, you are an idiot. Enjoy your bloody karma!
So, where was I? Yes! My not so fun filled week of hell.
Work has been kinda annoying. I know I love work, I will glady do the hard physical part, it doesn't bother me. But when I have been going all week and ask for a slight ease, just for a bit, and I get laughed at and denied, that doesn't make me happy and it doesn't really make me want to push myself much for you. So, let's look at yesterday shall we? I was scheduled from 7:45 am to 4 pm. Normal shift, no big deal. I was the cashier, not my favorite thing, but I busted my ass cleaning and doing photo and helping customers to stay busy. So again, I'm alright, just getting kinda tired. Around 1:30, I ask Frank about taking my lunch, a lousy half an hour. He giggles, says no, walks away. I am slightly annoyed. 2:15 rolls around, I am hungry and my ankle is sore, the one I had tendonitius in last year, because of work, I want to eat and chill for my lunch. So, I page Gabe, she is just doing planos, and can cover the register while I eat. She walks up and says, 'Don't get mad but Frank heard you page me and said to tell you no because there is no coverage." HOW THE HELL IS SHE NOT COUNTED AS COVERAGE!? And besides that, by law if there is only a manager and cashier, i.e. me and Frank, he has to cover while I am on brake! But that's not even the case! Gabe is there and can stop her plano for 30 fucking minutes while I eat, she even said she would be glad to of Frank would let her. Frank comes up, giggling to himself, saying I will be allowed to go on break at 3 when coverage shows up. Okay, here's what's wrong with that. The 'coverage' is a new girl who doesn't know how to use the register, how is a chick who can't turn the screen on supposed to cover me!? And also wtf is the point of going at 3 when I leave at 4!? I had been standing up there since 8 in the fucking morning, I was tired and hungry! So, I of course, became pissed, told Frank I was so, to which he just giggle, even after I called him an ass hole, to his face. I did what any good employee would do, absolutely nothing. I stood at the register and rang, nothing else, and I did nothing but complain about Frank the whole damn time. I didn't take my break at all. Why waste the time when I could just stay on, get paid for another full hour, and piss of Frank at the same time? So I did. I felt special. Frank felt dumb. Corp. will see that I did that, Corp. will not like it, because that extra 30 minutes, pushed me over 40 hours, Corp. hates paying over time, and now thanks to Mr. Shithead, they have to. So yeah, holiday pay and overtime in one week? Sure I'll take it, thank you very much.
I also spent the last two nights at Liz's, which isn't bad, I had fun, but I had to do my laundry there since my 'appliance nazi land lord' is being really creepy about things. Thus making it so much more harder to wait until Dec. when I can move! So to add to that fun, I start school next week, I need the internet and a computer to do homework. The Nazi has decided that 'to insure that anything damaged in the house is by her cause and hers alone' that I am no longer allowed to use things, like the computer! So I now have to make sure I get all my work done at the college because I can't do any here, after I think next week or something when my computer rights are revoked. You know I love how she can keep raising rent higher then what we agreed on, and then lower what I am able to do, and again what we had originally agreed on doesn't mean poop.
I want this week to be done, I want this year to be done, it has been good and bad and it's making me crazy. I want my apartment! The good news is I have not started smoking again despite all the fun I have been having, and better yet I have not started taking pain pills again. See, I am still progressing into positive land, I am just having other things annoy me along the way. I am off to cheer myself up by going through my room and begining to pack my shit up.