ugh . . .
what a shitty day. i woke up this morning with pink eye. yeah, that was fun. that's what i get for working with kids. so i go to work anyway, tried to conceal my pink eye, which worked for a little while until i had to go to the other branch to walk over kids from solana pacific. i'm supposed to walk there with david, only we're having a little issue, so i left without him. no big deal, it's a five min. walk from the b&g club to solana pacific. plus i had no idea when he was getting there anyway. so i'm walking and i get this text message which says, "dude. she's being a bitch already and i'm not even with her yet. i'll call you after work." obviously that wasn't supposed to be sent to me. so now i'm in tears, my left eye is now burning from the sun, me crying, and the stupid virus that chose to infect my eye today of all days. after i got back to the club, i said goodbye to adriana and a few of the kids cuz i probably won't see any of them again. at least for awhile. a couple of the kids asked why i was crying and one girl even asked if i had pink eye. great, so much for trying to hide it. then i went back over to the other b&g club, the allred branch, and spent the rest of the day there. i got off work at 6, and had dinner with the family. since i met them there, i drove my own car home. so i'm just hanging around at home for awhile and the house phone rings. i honestly *never* pick up the stupid thing, i don't even have a phone in my room. but for some reason, i ran into the other room to go get the phone. it's some guy on the other end who goes, "kristen?" and i'm all like, "yeah . . ." and he goes, "oh hi, you may not remember me, but this is ed, your dad's friend. he wanted me to drop something off to you, can i drop it by?" and i'm still completely in shock and so i said yes and hang up the phone. about two seconds later, reality sets in and i about had a nervous breakdown. i havn't seen my dad or talked to him in about five years, and his friend and most likely him as well, are going to be coming to my house and i'm home alone. holy shit. so i freak out, call david even though i'm pissed at him, but he didn't pick up. then i got some common sense and called my mom and asked where she was because my dad's friend was going to be coming over and there was no way i was gonna talk to him without her being home. thank god she was just around the corner. so she pulls up to the house just as my dad's friend was walking up. my dad was sitting in his car at the corner of my street. i was going to just sit in my room because i didn't even want to see my dad's friend, but the guy wouldn't give the envelope to my mom. he had to put it in my hands. whatever, as if my mom was going to steal it, or like i wasn't gonna show her right after. so i look like shit still, my eye is bright pink, i'm in my pj's, and i have my beanie on my head. but i go downstairs, get the envelope from the guy, he tell's me i look good, and i go back in the other room and start crying again. so i open it up, and it's some bullshit letter, i still care about you, blah blah blah, right . . . and there's a check for $10,000. which is not a gift because he wants me to have it, and it's not like he's being generous by giving that to me. it's my money. it's been in an account since i was born, some franklin free tax fund account thing. i dunno, but it was in the contract that once i turn 18, the money goes to me. the money was supposed to be untouchable until i turned 18, but my mom called about the account a few months ago, and somehow he got into it and took the money out and spent it on stocks. technically all that was left in the account was $40.14. and in reality had he not have touched it, it would've been worth about $12,000 to $14,000. but whatever, in all honestly, i think i would've been happier not getting the check. my stepdad told me i should write a thank you note to him. not to be a selfish bitch, but i don't see what for. that money was set aside for me. it was in no way a gift from him. had he have added extra money to it and said he wanted me to have it, then maybe i would've considered writing a thank you note. but i'm glad he didn't do that. i couldn't care less about how much money he has. but the only reason he even gave me this check was because he had to. not because he cares. because believe me, he has so much money he doesn't even know what to do with it. he's been retired for a few years now, and he's barely past 40 years old. money can't buy love though. but it definately seemed to work for my stepmom. whatever, it's late and i'm completely rambling. so i'm going to go to bed before i have to get up at 5 to babysit. i just hope my pink eye clears up soon.