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no offense to anyone at all, but i will never work for a greek again. maybe things are fine for the greeks who work with greeks, but me being american, it's a different story.
so that's a no i didn't go to work today, and i'm not going back. screw everybody in this world that wants courtney amber rouse to feel bad about herself. seriously. this is why i hate this city. one of the reasons, anyway.
work sucked so bad yesterday. one of my biggest pet peeves is a workplace being unprofessional, and that's what yesterday was. i knew that when she left for a half hour, and i was there, that i wasn't going back to that job. YOU DO NOT LEAVE AN AIDE WITH FIVE BABIES AND TWO TODDLERS. that's common sense. then she said i could leave early thank GOD, because i couldn't stand being there much longer.
i come home, i'm all upset. i call my mother. and she helped me out, a lot. then shortly after that, white mike called me. and he made me vent, but i needed to vent so badly. then he says that my good friend got shot. i just couldn't contain myself. i was just finished with everything. THEN, an hour later he calls back, saying it was a rumor. A RUMOR. WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND STARTS A RUMOR LIKE THAT ? my heart is in shambles. people keep playing with my emotions. very uncalled for.
then this morning, the lady i ' worked ' for has the nerve to call my house, and harrass my brother, because he didn't know if i was home. yelling all kinds of NONSENSE. saying i left her yesterday with no help. when the truth is, at 4:30 -- an hour before i was supposed to get off, she said that i WASN'T needed anymore, because her husband was there. so, she can shut up. saying stuff to michael, like, that she doesn't have a key to our house.. what the ? seriously. just die.
i just don't know what to do with myself. the only reason i need a job, is because of my car. i have to pay it. and it's stressing me out beyond belief. i don't have any money, and sure money doesn't buy happiness, but it CAN make things easier. but that job, IS NOT worth me killing myself over. i don't even know if i'm going to college. i don't have money for it. and even if i did, who knows what i would study ? because, who knows what i want to do with the rest of my life. i don't have a place to live. sure, right now i have a roof over my head, but ray isn't my dad, and at any moment, i could be asked to leave. i hate being a burden on my family. no matter how much someone says they'll take you into thier home, deep down, eventually, that family is going to miss their family ' space ' ...
this is probably my longest post ever.