Welp...

...I quit. I finally quit working for that psycho woman. She didn't tell me that her son wouldn't be coming over today, so I texted her asking when he would be coming, saying that, again, I had to turn down plans and a chance at having some resemblance of a social life. She had THE NERVE to tell me that she "told you I had a few days off, but I also recall you saying that you would be available to watch him because you always stayed home." And then tries to guilt me by saying "I still don't know who will watch him when you won't be available."

Maybe someone else from the church who isn't aware of your bullshit?

She assumes that I can not have any sort of social life during the week and just sit here, waiting for her if she needs me to watch him or not. I am NOT at her beck and call, I am NOT going to give up EVERY chance at having fun during the week, and I am NOT going to wonder when I'll get paid.

After Sam leaves, I'm gonna look for a new job. Sonic, Wal-Mart, anywhere closeby that'll hire me. I'm not gonna be broke forever.

Now, excuse me, I'm gonna go hack up a lung again and grow roots into my sofa for the rest of the day. Hopefully I'll get bettersoon.

~CP