Rambling and a Few Choice Words April 11, 2003 - 12:05 a.m.

Okay, so I realize that last entry sounded petty. I was ranting about missing some hot chocolate for christ's sake! But I assure you, there's more to her annoyance. The little things she does are consistent. Never ending. They all add up, sometimes quickly. So this was that one little thing that set me off into a pseudo rant. As trivial as it is, when combined with her other faults, it's beyond irritating.

Let's add to the annoyance. She arranged a job for me.

Okay, okay. The job itself is way needed. I appreciate that she thought of me and is trying to help me out. But she told someone that I could work... before talking to me about it. She called me up and said 'this is what you're doing. this day. this time.' As if I were two years old and had no choice in the matter.

She didn't once bother to ask ahead of time if I was free. It's Thunder Over Louisville this Saturday {day of the job} which starts off the whole Kentucky Derby thing. For all she knew, Chris and I had plans to go see it. It's free, afterall.

Then I find out that there's a uniform involved. You have to wear black shoes and black pants with a white button up shirt. But the shirt has to accomodate a stupid tie type thing, so the one white button up shirt I have won't work, as it's got this french cut collar. So I have to buy a new shirt. With no fucking money. Then I have to worry about pants. The one pair of black jeans that I have (that aren't five times too big) are hidden somewhere in that retarded shithole of a house. Otherwise, I can go with my black sailor pants or my suede pants. And they'll just have to deal with it. And, well.. I have plenty of black shoes. So that's not an issue.

Yeah... so... it just bugs me that she signed me up for something, without verifying anything with me. So now these people, that I've not even met, are relying on me to be there.

Luckily Chris and I haven't planned anything. He's content with staying home and playing video games, so my absence won't even affect him. Also, he said he'd take me to buy a new shirt. So we did that tonight.

I found a plain, boring, white button-up shirt in the boy's section. Also, he got me a classic Mickey Mouse shirt and a shirt with a laughing Tinkerbell sitting in the woods, with a ladybug. There's even glitter on her wings.

While we were there, I got an application. I've already filled it out. And we're going to turn it in tomorrow. This place was in dire need of employees. Plus it's a standard, high school job. If I don't get hired here, I'm just fucked. Not getting hired there means not getting hired. Anywhere.

Ramble, ramble, ramble.

Tomorrow, I'm not going to answer the phone. I need just one mother-free day.

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