Christmas + Family + Work + Truck
I hate Christmas. I hate the cold, I hate the hype, I hate that every store in the world makes you buy things for your loved ones, and I hate that certain loved ones of mine make me feel pressured to do just that(though I know it isn't on purpose). I hate the pressure and I hate the lost meaning of this season.
I have "family" coming to live with me. I'd say "me and my mum", but that isn't wholly accurate, as my mum doesn't really live with me (see last journal entry, about the boyfriend). So, this family, that is coming to stay with me... I don't want them here. I don't know them, and what I do know of them, from when I had lived in Texas years and years ago, they're not the sort of people I want associated or living with me.
My mother's mom (I do not refer to her as my grandmother) used to have a drug problem and a sleeping-around problem. I do not want her learning about how expensive my dolls are, because she might steal one and try to sell it. This would, you can imagine, not be good. Ignoring that, I do not want drugs in my house. I do not want that stench, that attitude...I don't want any of it.
I don't trust these people and I don't know why my mum is--OR why she's letting them stay, much less without talking to ME about it first.
Literally, what she did was she came in the house the other day and said, "My brother Toby is coming to visit. He may bring the whole family."
"Oh, that's nice. How long are they staying?" I asked.
"I don't know. We need to clean your room out. They're staying in there."
...and you were gonna ask first?
My mother doesn't seem to respect me or my privacy, my wishes, nothing. I don't understand how she can have respect for herself, because she sure as hell doesn't respect me.
I've been working a lot, as usual. This weekend was my first run at running shift. I'm a little disoriented, by working 3rd shift, but I'll survive and get used to it. Friday was a little chaotic, but it was the first of the month and I was short staffed (ignore the fact that I had a delivery truck arrive way too fsking late). Last night went pretty well. My manager came in and said the store actually looked really good. I'm glad; the girls and I worked our asses off to make it look good--even considering that I was down a person for a couple of hours.
I feel good about next week and running shift again. Once I get the hang of it, I'll make that store gorgeous.
My truck is at the shop, again. I was driving home yesterday morning and I noticed that there was a lot of smoke following me. I had thought it was exhaust fumes, but that didn't make sense. I stopped at a Walmart parkinglot and called my mum. The engine wasn't smoking so much as steaming; the water pump is loose. How exciting. Can't wait to see how much the shop wants to wring out of me to fix now... *sigh*
I have "family" coming to live with me. I'd say "me and my mum", but that isn't wholly accurate, as my mum doesn't really live with me (see last journal entry, about the boyfriend). So, this family, that is coming to stay with me... I don't want them here. I don't know them, and what I do know of them, from when I had lived in Texas years and years ago, they're not the sort of people I want associated or living with me.
My mother's mom (I do not refer to her as my grandmother) used to have a drug problem and a sleeping-around problem. I do not want her learning about how expensive my dolls are, because she might steal one and try to sell it. This would, you can imagine, not be good. Ignoring that, I do not want drugs in my house. I do not want that stench, that attitude...I don't want any of it.
I don't trust these people and I don't know why my mum is--OR why she's letting them stay, much less without talking to ME about it first.
Literally, what she did was she came in the house the other day and said, "My brother Toby is coming to visit. He may bring the whole family."
"Oh, that's nice. How long are they staying?" I asked.
"I don't know. We need to clean your room out. They're staying in there."
...and you were gonna ask first?
My mother doesn't seem to respect me or my privacy, my wishes, nothing. I don't understand how she can have respect for herself, because she sure as hell doesn't respect me.
I've been working a lot, as usual. This weekend was my first run at running shift. I'm a little disoriented, by working 3rd shift, but I'll survive and get used to it. Friday was a little chaotic, but it was the first of the month and I was short staffed (ignore the fact that I had a delivery truck arrive way too fsking late). Last night went pretty well. My manager came in and said the store actually looked really good. I'm glad; the girls and I worked our asses off to make it look good--even considering that I was down a person for a couple of hours.
I feel good about next week and running shift again. Once I get the hang of it, I'll make that store gorgeous.
My truck is at the shop, again. I was driving home yesterday morning and I noticed that there was a lot of smoke following me. I had thought it was exhaust fumes, but that didn't make sense. I stopped at a Walmart parkinglot and called my mum. The engine wasn't smoking so much as steaming; the water pump is loose. How exciting. Can't wait to see how much the shop wants to wring out of me to fix now... *sigh*