That lying, shitfaced fucker...

Nov 04, 2006 22:23

Just a quck update while LJ is back for a minute. I should be writing in NaNo. But I'm so mad I'm practically spitting nails. I spent the afternoon, just chilling on the computer, before going over my aunt's, right? You with me so far? Okay, so I hadn't called and told them exactly that I'd do it, but I had planned to about 4, letting my aunt get ( Read more... )

family: aunt, me: mother, family: issues

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theakashicmind November 5 2006, 04:23:29 UTC
*hugs*

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veracity November 5 2006, 04:27:51 UTC
Thanks. I'm just so furious with her for that outburst. Like I should be at her beck and call or something. Bitch, please. She can't be bothered to care much about me in the first place, so who the hell is she to talk?

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theakashicmind November 5 2006, 04:32:45 UTC
That sucks. What is she going to do when you have a job?

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veracity November 5 2006, 04:37:00 UTC
Oh, well. That's different, a responsibility. But since I have no family and job, I have none of those. *eye roll* It's so...ugh. Seriously. Wtf? I'm not the local punching bag here.

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theakashicmind November 5 2006, 04:39:02 UTC
So no one else needs "me time" except her? I dont't get it either.

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veracity November 5 2006, 04:41:35 UTC
No, no. Anyone with a family and job needs "me time." Anyone without those, need not try to have a life.

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theakashicmind November 5 2006, 04:46:19 UTC
My mom's like that, too. Just because I don't work doesn't mean that I don't get stressed out and need a day (or few hours) to relax a bit. People don't understand how hard it is to be unemployed. You can't be out there 24/7 looking, and there's other stuff that needs to be done. And if you get stressed, potential employers will see it.

/rant

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veracity November 5 2006, 04:50:08 UTC
Dude, seriously. Or the fact that you have to keep up with who/what was sent off, when, why. It's not an easy thing, being out of employment. I don't like not working. Working is a good thing for me. Keeps me disciplined. The past 7 months? Have sucked. You start to feel lazy, and that's a slipperly slope to becoming dependent on people to fix your mess ups.

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theakashicmind November 5 2006, 04:55:12 UTC
I don't think I could make it 7 months. I'd be crazy by now. I hate that lazy feeling. For me it's harder getting into a job once that feeling hits. I know the last few days have killed me physically. I haven't had a job that required me to be on my feet since the beginning of July.

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veracity November 5 2006, 05:01:29 UTC
Well, my mom told me my last job wasn't worth her time to take me to/from, so it's been awhile trying to find a new one. It's driving me nuts. I need the money and I need the routine. I'm starting to feel like I won't get a job until a year after I had to quit mine. Which sucks because my reference is fucked now.

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theakashicmind November 5 2006, 05:05:02 UTC
Money and routine are good. I've never had problems with references, despite the fact that I've only given my notice at one job. The rest I went home after my shift and never came back. If all else fails, try brutal honesty. I've found that works pretty well with jobs that will give you iffy references. If you're honest with the interviewer, they usually don't call the place.

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veracity November 5 2006, 05:18:24 UTC
Well, the thing is, that I had to say "My mom will not let me continue working" and I quit that night. I've done the brutual bit before, and they don't hire me. I don't know why.

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theakashicmind November 5 2006, 05:22:36 UTC
That's strange. Most employers I've had liked the brutal bit. Different strokes, I suppose. You'd thing most people would understand that situation, though.

I'm beat and have an early day tomorrow. Have a good night.

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veracity November 5 2006, 05:26:27 UTC
You'd think. I have no idea why they were that way, though. It makes little sense.

I'm going to bed myself. I've depressed myself by looking at my local animal shelter's stats.

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