you think YOU had a rough year???
I've been reading tons of posts from people moaning about what a rough year they had, and it makes me want to pass out a few bitch slaps and tell these people to count their blessings.......I had a HARD year, at least the last 5 months of it anyway.
first the good- after 4 months of unemployment, I have two good jobs. I'm working full time as maintenance crew for a big nursing home, $12 an hour plus full benefits, and I have a part time gig at one of the nicer liquor stores in Saint Pete, $10 an hour plus %15 employee discount on eveything in the store. so I'm not doing too badly at least financially.....but.....
my family situation is really fucked up. This is a long story,so sit back and have a few drinks;
Two and a half years ago my 58 year old uncle, who is an alcoholic and consummate loser, lost his job in wash. state.
So my mother let him move down to live with her, with the understanding that he'd get his own place once he got a job.
so, he did get a good job after one year of unemployment, but never moved out. The last year and a half, he's been living in my moms house not only rent free, but not paying his share of the utilities, and not even helping with the housework (she pays $150 a month for lawn service that he was perfectly capable of doing himself). On top of that he let his parrots run all over the house, chewing on my moms furniture, shitting on her carpets, and generally driving her nuts with their constant noise. She's wanted to get rid of him for some time. Now, hold that thought............
after the death of her husband of 35 years in october of last year, my mom hooked up with an old lover she knew before that marriage, and since his wife had also died, they decided to get back together, and they are planning on living together at his house in gulfport mississippi, and soon after getting married.
So she told my uncle that he could stay in the house till march, and then it would get rented out (for $2000 a month, which he could never afford). He reacted by calling bill (mom's fiancee) and telling him all sorts of embarrassing things about her in an obvious attempt to sabotage the relationship.
now, I need to digress and mention that my mom had a heart attack on the 10th of December, and had to have quintuple bypass surgery, and Victor pulled this shit while she was laying in the recovery room right after the surgery.
so, naturally when word of this got back to her, she flipped out, called me and told me he had exactly one week to get his shit packed and get out of her house, and it was MY job to evict him.
so for the whole week, while working two jobs, I had to commute to sarasota to see my mom in the hospital, run her errands, help Victor pack, and try to find him a place to live. NO SLEEP :(
now here's the best part, on the 17th (the morning after he was supposed to move out) I showed up at mom's house to check on things, and sure enough, his car was still in the garage. So I stormed into the house ready to kick some ass, and the whole house smelled of car exaust. On the sofa was a suicide note. I found victor in his bed, half conscious, and ordered him to get up. He couldn't get out of bed, but muttered something about taking a bottle of Ambien. So I called 911 , when the police arrived he was Baker-Acted (72 hour mandatory detention in a Psych facililty)....again, all this while my mom is recovering from heart surgery.
And again, the mess was mine to clean up. I had to find somewhere to send his parrots, deal with constant round the clock phone calls from all the family (ncluding being the one who had to tell both my mother and his daughter that he had tried to kill himself) get the rest of victor's crap out of the house and get it cleaned up before bill flew down to stay with my mom for a few weeks, get things arranged so that mom could come home instead of going to inpatient rehab at a nursing home, and just generally hold eveyrone else's shit together while trying to keep my own life from becoming a train wreck.
things are finally normalizing....mom's home, bill is here to take care of her, Vic has an apartment now (mom still refuses to speak to him or see him) and for the most part I can concentrate on maintaning my work schedule, but I'm so exausted. adequate sleep is hard to come by, but I'm mostly mentally tired. I just hope next year is easier.
first the good- after 4 months of unemployment, I have two good jobs. I'm working full time as maintenance crew for a big nursing home, $12 an hour plus full benefits, and I have a part time gig at one of the nicer liquor stores in Saint Pete, $10 an hour plus %15 employee discount on eveything in the store. so I'm not doing too badly at least financially.....but.....
my family situation is really fucked up. This is a long story,so sit back and have a few drinks;
Two and a half years ago my 58 year old uncle, who is an alcoholic and consummate loser, lost his job in wash. state.
So my mother let him move down to live with her, with the understanding that he'd get his own place once he got a job.
so, he did get a good job after one year of unemployment, but never moved out. The last year and a half, he's been living in my moms house not only rent free, but not paying his share of the utilities, and not even helping with the housework (she pays $150 a month for lawn service that he was perfectly capable of doing himself). On top of that he let his parrots run all over the house, chewing on my moms furniture, shitting on her carpets, and generally driving her nuts with their constant noise. She's wanted to get rid of him for some time. Now, hold that thought............
after the death of her husband of 35 years in october of last year, my mom hooked up with an old lover she knew before that marriage, and since his wife had also died, they decided to get back together, and they are planning on living together at his house in gulfport mississippi, and soon after getting married.
So she told my uncle that he could stay in the house till march, and then it would get rented out (for $2000 a month, which he could never afford). He reacted by calling bill (mom's fiancee) and telling him all sorts of embarrassing things about her in an obvious attempt to sabotage the relationship.
now, I need to digress and mention that my mom had a heart attack on the 10th of December, and had to have quintuple bypass surgery, and Victor pulled this shit while she was laying in the recovery room right after the surgery.
so, naturally when word of this got back to her, she flipped out, called me and told me he had exactly one week to get his shit packed and get out of her house, and it was MY job to evict him.
so for the whole week, while working two jobs, I had to commute to sarasota to see my mom in the hospital, run her errands, help Victor pack, and try to find him a place to live. NO SLEEP :(
now here's the best part, on the 17th (the morning after he was supposed to move out) I showed up at mom's house to check on things, and sure enough, his car was still in the garage. So I stormed into the house ready to kick some ass, and the whole house smelled of car exaust. On the sofa was a suicide note. I found victor in his bed, half conscious, and ordered him to get up. He couldn't get out of bed, but muttered something about taking a bottle of Ambien. So I called 911 , when the police arrived he was Baker-Acted (72 hour mandatory detention in a Psych facililty)....again, all this while my mom is recovering from heart surgery.
And again, the mess was mine to clean up. I had to find somewhere to send his parrots, deal with constant round the clock phone calls from all the family (ncluding being the one who had to tell both my mother and his daughter that he had tried to kill himself) get the rest of victor's crap out of the house and get it cleaned up before bill flew down to stay with my mom for a few weeks, get things arranged so that mom could come home instead of going to inpatient rehab at a nursing home, and just generally hold eveyrone else's shit together while trying to keep my own life from becoming a train wreck.
things are finally normalizing....mom's home, bill is here to take care of her, Vic has an apartment now (mom still refuses to speak to him or see him) and for the most part I can concentrate on maintaning my work schedule, but I'm so exausted. adequate sleep is hard to come by, but I'm mostly mentally tired. I just hope next year is easier.