My life...or lack thereof.
So I've definitely decided I love my job. I love what I do, where I do it, and who comes to specifically see me every day or so. What I don't like is the fact my boss's mother has a vendetta against a woman who owns another bar down the street and insists are trying to stir up shit she can't control and that shit falling back on me. For the past month I've had to cover my ass from all angles because she's been setting me up to get me fired. What's bad is she's stirring up the customers by telling them she's trying to fire me. Now I don't have my regulars coming in because they refuse to be in the bar when she is and our schedules have been changed again so no one knows when I'm working or when I'm off. Week before last she wound up getting so drunk behind the bar, she screwed up so bad my boss had to fire her, which I can imagine is really hard to fire your own mother, and I had to take over her shifts because the new girl we hired can only work certain days.
But this is why I never EVER work with my mom. We tried that once and realized we were going to wind up killing one another. My boss decided she couldn't just fire her mom without giving her another chance and now it's been blowing back up on me. Alcoholics have no business bartending, it's not going to get better, it's just going to get worse over time and for some reason she thinks I'm out to get her now and I'm dealing with silly little attitude outbursts. I've taken over the shifts where she'd be more likely to drink so she's constantly watched by someone.
Only problem with that is I never get to go out for myself. Gabe and I rarely see one another for more than 30 minutes a day, we have no time for each other, and when we do get to go out, I wind up nodding off at whatever place we are. Gabe's the one person who's kept me together for so long and he's the one person I don't want to lose. Fighting with him tears me up and it rips me up even more to understand the tension between us. I know my job is difficult on relationships, all relationships, and not just mine. He's been so supportive of that and never brings it up for the most part. My one night off a week I make sure I've there with him as much as possible. We go up to the shop and work on our cars together, laugh and cut up. He even brings his kids over on his custody weekends so we can be a family for a few short days. I just wish there was more of me to go around so I could do all the things I want to do versus the things I need to do. Hell, I came home Friday night after work and Gabe and the kids had surprised me by doing a whole bunch of yard work I'd been meaning to get done for weeks. I think he bribed them with being able to throw wood in the outdoor fire pit.
If it wasn't for my roommate, I'd never get anything done either. I feel like I'm relying on everyone to take care of my life and I can't do that, but damn if I have the time to do it. My list keeps getting longer and longer and I can't seem to do anything to shorten it. Hell, even now I should be trying to clean up a bit around here but all I want to do is lie down on the couch or even in bed sleeping so I'll be able to run late tonight. Or course when the mail man delivers a certified saying I didn't pay my property taxes when I did means I won't be doing much resting. Meh, now I get to go through my check book to go prove I paid it. Son of a bitch a girl can't catch a break to save her life!