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They totally had me scheduled to work this weekend. A week ago and told me Trish’d gotten a weekend off and they wanted me to shoot t-shirts. I didn’t want to go that much because I haven’t had to do the houseshow thing since the last big overseas tour and I’ve totally loved the extra time off and totally needed it with the physical stuff that’s been going on with me. I’m not gonna say no to the money but I wasn’t excited about working.
I got every thing ready. I washed my stuff. I set up my doggy travel pack. I washed her stuff. I picked my outfits. I decided on shoes, which’s about the hardest thing for me to do some weeks. I got half of it packed when I got another call from work. We don’t need you Stacy. We changed your itinerary. See you at Raw. Randy says show emotion. =\ There was no Randy says.
Yeah I didn’t want to go but I got all geared up to go and then they pulled the rug out from under me and I’m not going. All that packing I did was last night and it tired me out so much that I didn’t even unpack!! I felt like crying when I looked at those suitcases after that call. I’m gonna leave it all in there for Monday and somebody can steam the wrinkles out for me.
I’m so up and down lately and bein’ here in Maryland hasn’t helped. My mom’s been over every day doing stuff and “seeing” me. She keeps cleaning up after me and cooking me crockpot dinners that I can freeze so I won’t have to cook the next time I’m home and it’s great that she’s doing it but she’s driving me up the wall and look run on!! I love my parents and they’ve always been a huge part of my life, but my mother’s treating me like a child right now and I outgrew that shell a year ago. =[ I’m a late bloomer.
Maybe if I get to Malibu after Raw I’ll be able to kick back and relax for a few days. I can work on the plan to get the new guy to come over for dinner and I can get out from under my mom’s watchful eye. The stress that’s causing isn’t good for me and I know she’s trying to help, but it’s making so much worse. When I told her I wasn’t gonna be back here this week, she said “But your father doesn’t like you to be so far away all the time.” He’s the only sane one left in the family. I’ve called him so many times this week just to have him call mom so she’ll go home. He keeps sayin’ “It’ll get better, Stace. She’s worried, Stace.” I feel like a brat thinking it but I wish she’d go worry on a different continent.
I’m >:O at the world right now. Leave me alone or else.
I got every thing ready. I washed my stuff. I set up my doggy travel pack. I washed her stuff. I picked my outfits. I decided on shoes, which’s about the hardest thing for me to do some weeks. I got half of it packed when I got another call from work. We don’t need you Stacy. We changed your itinerary. See you at Raw. Randy says show emotion. =\ There was no Randy says.
Yeah I didn’t want to go but I got all geared up to go and then they pulled the rug out from under me and I’m not going. All that packing I did was last night and it tired me out so much that I didn’t even unpack!! I felt like crying when I looked at those suitcases after that call. I’m gonna leave it all in there for Monday and somebody can steam the wrinkles out for me.
I’m so up and down lately and bein’ here in Maryland hasn’t helped. My mom’s been over every day doing stuff and “seeing” me. She keeps cleaning up after me and cooking me crockpot dinners that I can freeze so I won’t have to cook the next time I’m home and it’s great that she’s doing it but she’s driving me up the wall and look run on!! I love my parents and they’ve always been a huge part of my life, but my mother’s treating me like a child right now and I outgrew that shell a year ago. =[ I’m a late bloomer.
Maybe if I get to Malibu after Raw I’ll be able to kick back and relax for a few days. I can work on the plan to get the new guy to come over for dinner and I can get out from under my mom’s watchful eye. The stress that’s causing isn’t good for me and I know she’s trying to help, but it’s making so much worse. When I told her I wasn’t gonna be back here this week, she said “But your father doesn’t like you to be so far away all the time.” He’s the only sane one left in the family. I’ve called him so many times this week just to have him call mom so she’ll go home. He keeps sayin’ “It’ll get better, Stace. She’s worried, Stace.” I feel like a brat thinking it but I wish she’d go worry on a different continent.
I’m >:O at the world right now. Leave me alone or else.