Figured I’d take this quick moment to blog on what’s happening so far.
Work is doing good. Getting the hang of things and working my way up day after day. I have to say that I like the environment and, with the exception of a couple of people, I can say that there isn’t much of anyone worth mentioning that gets on my nerves (which is great when you consider there are 300+ employees there).
Now the living situation is a whole other ball game.
Like you all should know (course, I refer to the two and a half people that actually read this thing), I was living with my mother. Notice how I say was. This last Thursday, I get home to my mother and sister having a 24 hour eviction notice. The received this notice at what…12:55PM? Normally, my mom was the one picking me up and taking me to work. You’d think she’d tell me sooner via voice mail, text message, etc. that our asses are homeless sooner so I can have something planned out by the time I get home, right?
Nope.
I was sent a text message that we were getting evicted maybe 30 minutes before I leave work at 8PM. Mind you, I can’t even check my phone while I’m working. Best part is that you could tell that the only reason why I was told then was as an excuse to not pick me up…
All I could think of at the time was “Are you serious?”
Something like an eviction thrown out to me to be used as an excuse to not pick me up from work. Had I had my own ride, I wouldn’t have been told till I got home and ask “Where did all the furniture go?”
There’s no point in even bringing it up to them. My family is a class of people who are ‘always right’. That same night I got home I had to pack my mom’s Jeep (which is now mine) with all my possessions. Was done at maybe 2:30? 3? AM. My sister wanted to borrow the jeep to go to a friends house with it having little to no gas and all my stuff in it.
Umm, hi. WTF?
Her validation? “My buddy will give me gas money and nothing is going to happen to your stuff.”
Do I get a money back guarantee with that confidence of yours? Oh, that’s right. I don’t. She couldn’t just accept defeat from being told no. When my mom actually took my side, she plainly said “Just take your damn son’s side.” Cause, she’s right. Always. Totally OK to drive around with my stuff. At 3AM. To see some guy.
FFS, I have to be adopted.
On the flip side, I’m pretty close to getting an apartment with Matt in the same building Frank lives in. Two bed rooms, too, so save the typical ‘Elvis and Matt are gay’ jokes for someone as unoriginal as you. Would have gotten the money orders for the down payment today, but now I have to rush on Monday cause, of course, even something simple as money orders has to get complicated. -_-
At least by Monday, I should actually have my own place. Then my family will say how much of an asshole I am cause I’ve abandoned them after all they done for me. At least it’s amongst themselves and the only person who will say something fucked up will be my sister. She is the same one who told me “It’s your fault mom had a heart murmur cause you never call.”
<33333 you two!
