What a shitty week to be my friend...
This past week has been really, really shitty. Not so much for me, but for just about all of my friends.
My friend Melissa got sent home from work the other day for finally standing up to her ex-boyfriend (who is now her manager...and a prick manager who picks on her a lot). When he was yelling at her for no good reason (which he does frequently), she finally stood back up him and told him to stop. So the store manager sent her home, then had a meeting with her the next day where he told her that if it happened again, she'd loose her job.
My friend Mike had his court date on Friday, where he learned that as part of his parole, police can enter and search wherever he's living without warrant nor notice. He also finds out that he can't stay at his mom's house, since her rental agreement limits the number of people who can live there, and his whole family could get evicted if its found out that he's living there. He can't live with his brother for very long, since his brother is getting evicted from his apartment (that's getting turned into a condo) and moving in with friends next month. Mike's 19, has no job, no money, and no where to go. So he's stressed out and considering breaking his parole and either leaving the state or going back to jail for lack of any other options.
This puts a lot of stress and depression on Jenn, who cares deeply for Mike, but doesn't know what to do. And on top of this stress and depression is a shitty case of Broncitis, which she can do nothing about due to the fact that none of us has health insurance, nor money to pay for health care. And she can't afford to miss work, since her job offers no paid sick time, and we're both gonna be short on rent this month.
Then, yesterday, I find out that my friend Robbie was found dead in his apartment on Friday morning. He had hung himself. I wasn't too close to Robbie; I had only hung out with him a few times. But, I am very close to a lot of his good friends, including his girlfriend Jillian, and his roomate Jeff (who found his body). So a lot of my friends are now grieving that loss, especially Jillian and Jeff who are complete messes at this point.
When I heard about Robbie, I called my friend (and his) Marilyn to see if she had heard and was okay. She had, but also had just found out before I called that her grandfather had just passed away. And his funeral is on the same day as Robbie's. In another town.
And Filthy Phil has been in jail since Friday night. Cassie is trying to raise money for his bail, but everyone's broke.
So, yeah. It's been a shitty week.
My friend Melissa got sent home from work the other day for finally standing up to her ex-boyfriend (who is now her manager...and a prick manager who picks on her a lot). When he was yelling at her for no good reason (which he does frequently), she finally stood back up him and told him to stop. So the store manager sent her home, then had a meeting with her the next day where he told her that if it happened again, she'd loose her job.
My friend Mike had his court date on Friday, where he learned that as part of his parole, police can enter and search wherever he's living without warrant nor notice. He also finds out that he can't stay at his mom's house, since her rental agreement limits the number of people who can live there, and his whole family could get evicted if its found out that he's living there. He can't live with his brother for very long, since his brother is getting evicted from his apartment (that's getting turned into a condo) and moving in with friends next month. Mike's 19, has no job, no money, and no where to go. So he's stressed out and considering breaking his parole and either leaving the state or going back to jail for lack of any other options.
This puts a lot of stress and depression on Jenn, who cares deeply for Mike, but doesn't know what to do. And on top of this stress and depression is a shitty case of Broncitis, which she can do nothing about due to the fact that none of us has health insurance, nor money to pay for health care. And she can't afford to miss work, since her job offers no paid sick time, and we're both gonna be short on rent this month.
Then, yesterday, I find out that my friend Robbie was found dead in his apartment on Friday morning. He had hung himself. I wasn't too close to Robbie; I had only hung out with him a few times. But, I am very close to a lot of his good friends, including his girlfriend Jillian, and his roomate Jeff (who found his body). So a lot of my friends are now grieving that loss, especially Jillian and Jeff who are complete messes at this point.
When I heard about Robbie, I called my friend (and his) Marilyn to see if she had heard and was okay. She had, but also had just found out before I called that her grandfather had just passed away. And his funeral is on the same day as Robbie's. In another town.
And Filthy Phil has been in jail since Friday night. Cassie is trying to raise money for his bail, but everyone's broke.
So, yeah. It's been a shitty week.