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hollybrooke) wrote2007-11-20 10:15 am
hollybrooke) wrote2007-11-20 10:15 am
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and now....THE RANDOMNESS OF IT ALL!
Not a happy camper at all. Nope, not me, no siree.
Guess who's visiting for Thanksgiving? Grandma Cozie! *rolls eyes and grunts* Got the news sprung on me two days ago! She's here now! She brought up her new annoying little dog with her! The little dog and Bo don't get along very well! I'm glad I have to work on Thanksgiving because I don't want to be spending much time around her! At least this means I'll get paid time and a half!
Well, at least it's her making the trip up here and not Dad going down there, for once.
*tangent* I'm prepared for this psych test. I'm done and ready with my exploratory essay. I'm not prepared for my history test. I barely had any time to study for that class at all.
*tangent* Well....I had the job at Bath & Body Works. Problem was, my orientation was scheduled on a day I had to work at Strack's. (That's strike one.) I asked everyone who didn't have to work that day if they could possibly fill in for me. Everyone I asked said, "No." I then asked Milijana if there was anything she could do to help me out in finding someone to maybe split a shift with me. She looked at the schedule for all of five minutes. Then she came back to my register and said, "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you. And keep in mind that they're going to have to schedule around us, because we came first." (That's strike two.)
And Milijana kinda pissed me off there. She's acting like this stupid, low-paying cashier job should be my number one priority. It's bad enough that I hardly get any free time outside of work and school because she likes to schedule me for all the days I'm not at school, but then she had to go and say that. So seriously, I've had it with that place. The sooner I can get a better paying job, the better, right? My only other option was to just call off on Sunday for my orientation, right?
According to Dad, "NO!" He said she was right, that I shouldn't just call off to "go piddle around at some job that's going to shitcan me after the holidays anyway." What the hell does DAD know? BBW was going to pay me better than Strack's. He told me to NOT pursue holiday employment because I was already stretching myself too thin with working as much as I do at Strack's (not my damn fault; I'm not the one who makes the stupid schedules there) and school ("When the fuck are you going to be done with all of that school shit? You should have a good paying job by now."). He's just pissed that I'm not around the house like I was to be Mom's whipping girl, that's all it is. I'm certain of it. They're the ones telling me, "If you really want to move out, you'd get a second job and work harder and make the sacrifices to get yourself out of this rut," then they bring me down and say, "NO, you can't get a second job, end of question, now quit going to all of those damn job interviews." (Strike three. And I didn't go to the Target interview either; the parental units put me in such a foul mood, I didn't want to go. I hate them both so much right now.)
Seriously...I don't get them. I don't. And if Dad doesn't watch for the rest of the week, bringing his damn mother to invade the house, he's cruisin' for a bruisin' from me. Why the hell do I listen to either Mom or Dad? Why?
*tangent* But onto the big news....the news that has me so amped that I was squealing like a fangirl in my bedroom last night when it finally happened. (And that I've known was happening...just more of the thrill of finally seeing it on TV.)
The Second Coming. The reason that could get me watching WWE on a consistent basis again.
And thank God, he's going to give that assclown Randy Orton a run for his money.
Guess who's visiting for Thanksgiving? Grandma Cozie! *rolls eyes and grunts* Got the news sprung on me two days ago! She's here now! She brought up her new annoying little dog with her! The little dog and Bo don't get along very well! I'm glad I have to work on Thanksgiving because I don't want to be spending much time around her! At least this means I'll get paid time and a half!
Well, at least it's her making the trip up here and not Dad going down there, for once.
*tangent* I'm prepared for this psych test. I'm done and ready with my exploratory essay. I'm not prepared for my history test. I barely had any time to study for that class at all.
*tangent* Well....I had the job at Bath & Body Works. Problem was, my orientation was scheduled on a day I had to work at Strack's. (That's strike one.) I asked everyone who didn't have to work that day if they could possibly fill in for me. Everyone I asked said, "No." I then asked Milijana if there was anything she could do to help me out in finding someone to maybe split a shift with me. She looked at the schedule for all of five minutes. Then she came back to my register and said, "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you. And keep in mind that they're going to have to schedule around us, because we came first." (That's strike two.)
And Milijana kinda pissed me off there. She's acting like this stupid, low-paying cashier job should be my number one priority. It's bad enough that I hardly get any free time outside of work and school because she likes to schedule me for all the days I'm not at school, but then she had to go and say that. So seriously, I've had it with that place. The sooner I can get a better paying job, the better, right? My only other option was to just call off on Sunday for my orientation, right?
According to Dad, "NO!" He said she was right, that I shouldn't just call off to "go piddle around at some job that's going to shitcan me after the holidays anyway." What the hell does DAD know? BBW was going to pay me better than Strack's. He told me to NOT pursue holiday employment because I was already stretching myself too thin with working as much as I do at Strack's (not my damn fault; I'm not the one who makes the stupid schedules there) and school ("When the fuck are you going to be done with all of that school shit? You should have a good paying job by now."). He's just pissed that I'm not around the house like I was to be Mom's whipping girl, that's all it is. I'm certain of it. They're the ones telling me, "If you really want to move out, you'd get a second job and work harder and make the sacrifices to get yourself out of this rut," then they bring me down and say, "NO, you can't get a second job, end of question, now quit going to all of those damn job interviews." (Strike three. And I didn't go to the Target interview either; the parental units put me in such a foul mood, I didn't want to go. I hate them both so much right now.)
Seriously...I don't get them. I don't. And if Dad doesn't watch for the rest of the week, bringing his damn mother to invade the house, he's cruisin' for a bruisin' from me. Why the hell do I listen to either Mom or Dad? Why?
*tangent* But onto the big news....the news that has me so amped that I was squealing like a fangirl in my bedroom last night when it finally happened. (And that I've known was happening...just more of the thrill of finally seeing it on TV.)
The Second Coming. The reason that could get me watching WWE on a consistent basis again.
And thank God, he's going to give that assclown Randy Orton a run for his money.