I am offically a drone.
*sigh* and yet more control to contend with…
so for those of you who don’t know whats going on in my life I will provide a quick update. Well I am in school five days a week and working two days a week. Wednesdays and Sundays to be exact. So I was asked to do a dancing show called Calgary Cares. It is an AIDS fundraiser and loads of fun from what my sister tells me. She has been in the show for the past three years and really wanted me to do it with her…so I talked to the choreographer who happens to be an old school friend of my sisters and he wants me to dance in it AND collaborate with a great designer for the costumes. All good and shit right? Wrong. The rehersals are on Sundays only therefore I will have to change my work schedule from Sundays to Saturdays. Easy enough to do, I just tell my managers that I have to change my availability. Sure that is easy what with shift work and all. The managers have people changing their availability all the time. I personally know about three people who have changed their availability about four times in the past two months and everything was all good and well for that.
So I am sitting in my basement watching American Idol tonight and my father comes down and says “So whats this I hear about you changing your work schedule?” So I tell him that I am changing my Sundays to Saturdays so that I can go to rehersals because they are only on Sundays. So he looks at me and says “ since when has this dancing thing been important to you?” Um…I’m sorry…but wasn’t it you guys who put me in dance classes at two years old? And then moved me up onto competitive dancing at five years old? And kept me in classes and competitions until I was twelve when I finally said I have had enough and I want to focus on school? Yeah…I thought so. So he goes upstairs in a fuss about my changing my schedule.
Then about a good half an hour after that my mother comes downstairs. Ok… here comes the emotional part..she is gonna throw something about my life in my face and I know it. So here she starts….”What’ this I hear about your job? Are you not going to work anymore? Are you going to blow off your work for your social life? Whats going on? You’d think that someone would tell the parents something sometime.” Woah woah hold on there cowgirl….let me explain something here. You knew that I was going to be doing this show back in October when I did the other show for this thing. You know…the media launch for Absolut’s new cooler? The one that Craig choreographed and organized? Yeah that one…he asked me to be in his segment for Calgary Cares way back when and I said that yes I would do it. He also asked me if I would help design the costumes…so HEY guess what?! We are all gonna be fully clothed!!! Imagine that eh? And about my work, I will talk to Craig (The other Craig, my manager at work) and see if I can change from Sundays to Saturdays. “What happens if that doesn’t work? And how many people are going to have to change THEIR schedules to make YOU happy? Huh? You don’t even stop to think about the other people who work their butts off for you do you?” Woah….I never said anything like that. It’s called shift work for a reason. It changes all the time. People change their availability all the time. Yes it screws with the other people a little but when has someone not been fucked over by work? So according to her I am royally pig fucking everyone that I work with because I want to dance in the one fundraiser that raises the most money in any single night event across all of Canada. I thought that hey, I can do that, and have fun at it aswell. Would you look at that.
Then she starts on my “life style.” I am 19 years old. What does your average 19 year old girl do on a regular basis? Maybe goes to school, maybe not for another year or so. Works, goes out and party’s, gets drunk on a regular basis, maybe experiments with her sexual choices and drugs and what have you. Generally has a good time with her life before settling down in school or a relationship. What do I do? None of that. And if I do some of it, not even close to what a healthy 19 year old should. Ok…lets get a base here. School - check. Full time college student and using studio hours outside in order to get her homework done on time. Art school probably has double the work of a regular school. Work - check. Two days a week in order to have some money for me and the things I want. Considdering my parents told me full out that they would pay for my schooling when I got into high school…everything I needed covered by then until I graduated from college. *nods* Party - no check. I think I have been to a party….once? Twice maybe? And even then it was with people I worked with. Drunk - no check either. I will have a martini every few weeks maybe but that’s it. Sexual Choices - very straight and taken. I happen to be completely and totally in love with my boy and if anyone even tries to take him from me will get a swift kick in the jaw…and I mean that…I CAN kick that high. Drugs - never tried em and don’t want to. Same goes for straight up smoking. Sure I stay out late when I am with friends….the two that I see. Even then it isn’t really late. With Tyrel I usually leave around ten to ten thirty and take the bus home. With Charles he usually drives me home around midnight or if we go to a truck stop for midnight food then around one.
So my mother goes on this rant about how my life style choices are affecting her and her ability to have a life. She can’t do anything at any time because I might call and wanr a ride somewhere or need her to do something. She completely revolves her life around mine even though I don’t want her to. I always say that I can take the bus, and that I have plans here on this day at this time and all that shit and then she bitches and complains because she had plans on that same day. Since when did it become a rule that parents couldn’t do something on the same day as their children? Honestly. So that one went on for a good fifteen minutes.
Then she starts on my boyfriend. Again. I’ve seen this one before…it looks pretty much like ‘he is a bad influence, you don’t really like him, you only want the image, you are wasting your time.’ Except this time was different. It seems to me that she might have actually realized that no, he isn’t going anywhere and yes, I actually do like him. So these are the rules that she has layd out for my relationship. 1. No snuggling 2. No “making-out” aka no repeatedly kissing 3. No contact that even alludes to sexual contact 4. No lazing around together…we might get ideas 5. No non-supervision situations…he might try to take advantage of me SO basically I am not allowed to have a 19 year old level relationship. Anything above a 12 year old level one is completely off bounds. Which really sux because my love is a very contact orientated person. Not really in a sexual way but he really likes to simply hold me for hours at a time. Which is totally romantic and nice. I wouldn’t change that for the world.
Another thing that she bitched about today. My staying after school to finish a project. Now I was in drawing today so I could have easily done it at home but I didn’t check my watch. Now any of you will note that when you are really into doing something you don’t make a point to check your watch every five minutes. That’s what happened…I really like my drawing class, therefore I didn’t check my watch to know that it was 5pm and that class was over. So when I did check my watch it was five thirty and I had yet to call my dad. You see he picks me up from the c-train after school on his way home from work. I am fine with taking the bus but he offers every day so meh. Who am I to pass up the offer? So I call him and tell him exactly what happened. He calls my mom and tells her that he is going to be late and this is why_____. Simple enough right? Apparently no. You see, my mother took offense to that thinking that I deliberately didn’t tell her that I had planned to stay after class to do homework that I didn’t have done for today. Um….I don’t know if I am missing something but how the hell does she get that out of “I didn’t check my watch until now and didn’t realize that it is five thirty.” Maybe I am just dumb. I dunno, but anyways. Apparently she feels that she has the right to bitch and complain about my staying at school to use the machinery in order to have my projects done on time….even though there is no way that I can get a Tripoli polisher or a drill press or an indigo dye vat at home. Apparently I am supposed to. According to her I am only to be at school during the allotted time that is made for class. I’m not altogether sure how that is gonna work but I will try to figure it out…
So all in all these are the new rules for my life..and if they aren’t followed, I am getting kicked out.
1. No changing my work schedule for fear of pig fucking everyone I know
2. No doing extra curricular things that I like - it complicates things
3. No having a social life - it interferres with other people’s lives
4. No boyfriend activities - he is only a friend whom I see more often than my other friends, and happen to have some small benefits with - like holding hands and the occasional kiss
5. No acting like a 19 year old girl
6. No actually doing school work at school - no extra effort
7. Do absolutely everything my parents say
8. Check in with them every hour on the hour *not exactly but they expect it*
So there you have it. I am officially a drone with no life what-so-ever. Hope you fuckers are happy. I know I’m not.
so for those of you who don’t know whats going on in my life I will provide a quick update. Well I am in school five days a week and working two days a week. Wednesdays and Sundays to be exact. So I was asked to do a dancing show called Calgary Cares. It is an AIDS fundraiser and loads of fun from what my sister tells me. She has been in the show for the past three years and really wanted me to do it with her…so I talked to the choreographer who happens to be an old school friend of my sisters and he wants me to dance in it AND collaborate with a great designer for the costumes. All good and shit right? Wrong. The rehersals are on Sundays only therefore I will have to change my work schedule from Sundays to Saturdays. Easy enough to do, I just tell my managers that I have to change my availability. Sure that is easy what with shift work and all. The managers have people changing their availability all the time. I personally know about three people who have changed their availability about four times in the past two months and everything was all good and well for that.
So I am sitting in my basement watching American Idol tonight and my father comes down and says “So whats this I hear about you changing your work schedule?” So I tell him that I am changing my Sundays to Saturdays so that I can go to rehersals because they are only on Sundays. So he looks at me and says “ since when has this dancing thing been important to you?” Um…I’m sorry…but wasn’t it you guys who put me in dance classes at two years old? And then moved me up onto competitive dancing at five years old? And kept me in classes and competitions until I was twelve when I finally said I have had enough and I want to focus on school? Yeah…I thought so. So he goes upstairs in a fuss about my changing my schedule.
Then about a good half an hour after that my mother comes downstairs. Ok… here comes the emotional part..she is gonna throw something about my life in my face and I know it. So here she starts….”What’ this I hear about your job? Are you not going to work anymore? Are you going to blow off your work for your social life? Whats going on? You’d think that someone would tell the parents something sometime.” Woah woah hold on there cowgirl….let me explain something here. You knew that I was going to be doing this show back in October when I did the other show for this thing. You know…the media launch for Absolut’s new cooler? The one that Craig choreographed and organized? Yeah that one…he asked me to be in his segment for Calgary Cares way back when and I said that yes I would do it. He also asked me if I would help design the costumes…so HEY guess what?! We are all gonna be fully clothed!!! Imagine that eh? And about my work, I will talk to Craig (The other Craig, my manager at work) and see if I can change from Sundays to Saturdays. “What happens if that doesn’t work? And how many people are going to have to change THEIR schedules to make YOU happy? Huh? You don’t even stop to think about the other people who work their butts off for you do you?” Woah….I never said anything like that. It’s called shift work for a reason. It changes all the time. People change their availability all the time. Yes it screws with the other people a little but when has someone not been fucked over by work? So according to her I am royally pig fucking everyone that I work with because I want to dance in the one fundraiser that raises the most money in any single night event across all of Canada. I thought that hey, I can do that, and have fun at it aswell. Would you look at that.
Then she starts on my “life style.” I am 19 years old. What does your average 19 year old girl do on a regular basis? Maybe goes to school, maybe not for another year or so. Works, goes out and party’s, gets drunk on a regular basis, maybe experiments with her sexual choices and drugs and what have you. Generally has a good time with her life before settling down in school or a relationship. What do I do? None of that. And if I do some of it, not even close to what a healthy 19 year old should. Ok…lets get a base here. School - check. Full time college student and using studio hours outside in order to get her homework done on time. Art school probably has double the work of a regular school. Work - check. Two days a week in order to have some money for me and the things I want. Considdering my parents told me full out that they would pay for my schooling when I got into high school…everything I needed covered by then until I graduated from college. *nods* Party - no check. I think I have been to a party….once? Twice maybe? And even then it was with people I worked with. Drunk - no check either. I will have a martini every few weeks maybe but that’s it. Sexual Choices - very straight and taken. I happen to be completely and totally in love with my boy and if anyone even tries to take him from me will get a swift kick in the jaw…and I mean that…I CAN kick that high. Drugs - never tried em and don’t want to. Same goes for straight up smoking. Sure I stay out late when I am with friends….the two that I see. Even then it isn’t really late. With Tyrel I usually leave around ten to ten thirty and take the bus home. With Charles he usually drives me home around midnight or if we go to a truck stop for midnight food then around one.
So my mother goes on this rant about how my life style choices are affecting her and her ability to have a life. She can’t do anything at any time because I might call and wanr a ride somewhere or need her to do something. She completely revolves her life around mine even though I don’t want her to. I always say that I can take the bus, and that I have plans here on this day at this time and all that shit and then she bitches and complains because she had plans on that same day. Since when did it become a rule that parents couldn’t do something on the same day as their children? Honestly. So that one went on for a good fifteen minutes.
Then she starts on my boyfriend. Again. I’ve seen this one before…it looks pretty much like ‘he is a bad influence, you don’t really like him, you only want the image, you are wasting your time.’ Except this time was different. It seems to me that she might have actually realized that no, he isn’t going anywhere and yes, I actually do like him. So these are the rules that she has layd out for my relationship. 1. No snuggling 2. No “making-out” aka no repeatedly kissing 3. No contact that even alludes to sexual contact 4. No lazing around together…we might get ideas 5. No non-supervision situations…he might try to take advantage of me SO basically I am not allowed to have a 19 year old level relationship. Anything above a 12 year old level one is completely off bounds. Which really sux because my love is a very contact orientated person. Not really in a sexual way but he really likes to simply hold me for hours at a time. Which is totally romantic and nice. I wouldn’t change that for the world.
Another thing that she bitched about today. My staying after school to finish a project. Now I was in drawing today so I could have easily done it at home but I didn’t check my watch. Now any of you will note that when you are really into doing something you don’t make a point to check your watch every five minutes. That’s what happened…I really like my drawing class, therefore I didn’t check my watch to know that it was 5pm and that class was over. So when I did check my watch it was five thirty and I had yet to call my dad. You see he picks me up from the c-train after school on his way home from work. I am fine with taking the bus but he offers every day so meh. Who am I to pass up the offer? So I call him and tell him exactly what happened. He calls my mom and tells her that he is going to be late and this is why_____. Simple enough right? Apparently no. You see, my mother took offense to that thinking that I deliberately didn’t tell her that I had planned to stay after class to do homework that I didn’t have done for today. Um….I don’t know if I am missing something but how the hell does she get that out of “I didn’t check my watch until now and didn’t realize that it is five thirty.” Maybe I am just dumb. I dunno, but anyways. Apparently she feels that she has the right to bitch and complain about my staying at school to use the machinery in order to have my projects done on time….even though there is no way that I can get a Tripoli polisher or a drill press or an indigo dye vat at home. Apparently I am supposed to. According to her I am only to be at school during the allotted time that is made for class. I’m not altogether sure how that is gonna work but I will try to figure it out…
So all in all these are the new rules for my life..and if they aren’t followed, I am getting kicked out.
1. No changing my work schedule for fear of pig fucking everyone I know
2. No doing extra curricular things that I like - it complicates things
3. No having a social life - it interferres with other people’s lives
4. No boyfriend activities - he is only a friend whom I see more often than my other friends, and happen to have some small benefits with - like holding hands and the occasional kiss
5. No acting like a 19 year old girl
6. No actually doing school work at school - no extra effort
7. Do absolutely everything my parents say
8. Check in with them every hour on the hour *not exactly but they expect it*
So there you have it. I am officially a drone with no life what-so-ever. Hope you fuckers are happy. I know I’m not.