Because My Shit is Stuff, and Your Stuff Is Shit
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❒ TAKEN ❒ SINGLE ✔ WHILE I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST, JOHN, I CONSIDER MYSELF MARRIED TO MY TUMBLR.
Well, we did, and its her first night here and she’s crying her little heart out. I want to go cuddle her, but she needs to learn to sleep on her own. :(
Also, her name is Georgette. We call her George.
*does the paycheck dance*
I was hoping it was a short term thing and would stop, but it just seems to be getting worse each time. So now I have to go find a GYN to find out if its just another wonderful gift that comes with being female, or if it is being caused by an actual medical condition.
This is dumb, and I don’t like it.
as did day one. Though, I am exhausted by the end of the day; I forgot what this nine-hour day thing was like…
wish me luck?
However, they are both contagious.
When they got back from the doctor’s, I was like “Dudes, I am hiding upstairs in the land of ‘Not-Sick People’ until you get better, because I cannot get sick and lose this new job. Now take your germy asses elsewhere.”
I went and picked up some meds for them yesterday, and when I got home my dad asked me to take my mom some water and the pills and I was like:
And I got the hell out of Dodge.
I have literally only gone downstairs to use the bathroom and to scavenge for food, for the last three days. I will not get sick. WILL NOT.
You know, “Mama loves you, you’re so pretty, look how tall you are, etc.”
And my dog got jealous.
What even is my life.
She got stung quite a few times before we got them all off of her. We gave her a Benadryl to prevent swelling and I’m monitoring her to see if she has an allergic reaction.
I feel so bad for her. I want to cuddle her and make her feel better, but she doesn’t want us to touch her because she’s all ouchy.
Every now and then she makes this pathetic little “Mommy it hurts” sound… gah, my heart is broken for her!!!!!!
and what happened to me today:
its at a funeral home. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?
What’s going on:
Trensu and I were going to get an apartment together, and we had almost everything worked out. Unfortunately, circumstances conspired against us and it fell through last minute.
I thought it would be okay, though. Because I thought I had some back up plans in place. I thought I could still find an apartment I could afford on my own or, worst case scenario, I have a cousin near by who had offered to let me stay at her house should the need arise.
Turns out I can’t afford to pay for a one bedroom apartment anywhere around here that is both safe/clean/etc. and less than an hour from my place of employment.
When I realized this, I called my cousin to see if her offer was still open. She says sure, no problem. Two days after I called her, she calls back and tells me that, after discussing it with her husband, they have decided they don’t have room for me to bring anything with me and that they plan to charge me $500 a month. At this point, I lost my shit.
Let’s go over just why this upset me so much:
So I ended up calling my parents at 12:30 at night and bawling my eyes out at them about how I was going to be homeless because my cousin was being an ass and I couldn’t afford an apartment. After a few hours of discussion, my parents and I decided the best course of action for me was to moved back home for awhile.
Yesterday I had to tell my manager, at the job I had only been at for one day, that I would not be able to keep the position because I would be unable to stay in the area. I’m not going to lie, I felt super shitty about it. But the manager, Rich, who has been an absolute doll since the minute I met him was incredibly nice about it. He made sure I had his cell number so that, if I do make it back to the area, I can give him a call and he can get me back in to start training again.
My mom came up yesterday and brought my birth certificate which, along with my voter registration card, my electric bill, and a copy of the police report I filed about my wallet, should be enough to get a new copy of my driver’s license - and it will be free.
Long story short, the past five days have been hell but things are getting better. Now, I’ve got to finish packing up my apartment and start looking for a job back home.
Saturday my plans for housing fell through, and I can’t find a place I can afford on my own — so I’m going to be homeless in exactly one week.
Then, to make matters worse, I somehow managed to lose my wallet last night. It had EVERYTHING in it; my credit card, my debit card, the absolute LAST of my cash (which was for laundry), my driver’s license, and - since I started work today, and they needed to copy it - my social security card.
Then, this morning, when I went to the store to see if anyone turned it in - nothing.
So I head to work and it turns out the guy I intervied with gave me the wrong time? I was two hours late. I didn’t get in trouble or anything, it was just not a great first impression to make. So, I worked all day, but didn’t get to eat on my break, because I didn’t have time to make a lunch and had no money.
When I got home, I filed a police report and found out what I needed to do to get a new license. To get a new license I need my social security card. Which was in my wallet. To get a new social security card, I need a license.
There is no winning.
In conclusion, life hates me and I don’t know what I did to deserve it…
Mom: What was that about, Frank (the dog)?
Mom: She just gave me the wierdest look... Frank, are you having impure thoughts?
Me: *dies laughing*
This is what happens when I try to give myself a peptalk and get ready for an interview at the same time. Luckily, I noticed what I was doing and didn’t actually try to rush my teeth with it.