Post by Lady Tatsh on Aug 23, 2008 13:58:31 GMT -6
So I lost my job.
Yaaaaaaaay yay...
My reaction was what one would expect, I was upset, a left the premise immediately, and screamed to the radio on the way home.
When I got home, I cried. You couldn't hear it because I had Addictive Epicurean full blast on my stereo, but I was crying.
Now, my mother, you'd think she comfort me, right?
No, she pretty much just told me I sucked at life. After 12 weeks with no job, I was happy to have one again. Even if it was a lot of physical labor, it was a job. A frikken income.
"I'd rather you have a job where you make 16 an hour than a job where you only make 8"
Okay, so after not having a job for close to 4 months, I'm supposed to be picky?
First off, I tried damn hard to get hired EVERYWHERE. Interviews, phonecalls, endless 'polite' turndowns. All the while my family treating me like crap for not having a job yet.
About the only support I got was from En, who was pissed they let me go. See, the plan was to save up money with this job. Once I got around 5-7k, I'd hop a plane to California to be En and Copper's room mate. They wanted me to live with them, and seeing how the family Blacksheep position is taken up by me, I jumped at the op.
A place I was wanted and wouldn't be a burden... paradise.
Well, I lost my job. The plan has gone down the drain, and all the other plans I made realistically will not happen.
So, my wonderful plans got blasted away, and thus I'm depressed.
My mother seems to think it's so easy to get a job. She's had several in the last four years. She has the luxury of holding management positions, so it's much easier for her to get new jobs and move on. Me, on the other hand, worked part-time retail and warehouse. I don't have that luxury.
Today, my light was going to be dance practice with Groks and Roxie. It's about the only thing I had to look forward to this weekend, seeing as my previous plans to visit an old friend was ruined by the lack of funds. But again, mother had to ruin it for me. Telling me I couldn't be out running around for "stupid things".
"I made a commitment!"
"Well, you shouldn't have."
Sure, I knew last week that I was going to be unemployed this week, so I shouldn't have made any plans. Yeah, that's right. We'll go with that.
Things just keep adding up.
My first, and last, paycheck won't be ready for me until next Friday. I have a car insurance payment due, which will eat up most of that, and then I still have to pay for gas. Simply put, unless I get a job RIGHT NOW I'm not going to have enough to even afford to keep the car.
So, I'm pretty much screwed.
I'd like to thank my mother for showing "sympathy", my Step-dad for "understanding", my sister for her "empathy".
Thanks mom for making me feel like worse than crap when I already felt like crap.
Thanks Ken for being a royal arse about the internet, thinking that you have to keep codes hidden from me in order to keep them safe from everyone.
Thanks Macy, for being a beetch to me about you getting written up at one of your jobs, and showing no such care about me losing the only job I have.
And to others; Thanks Grandma for lying to me. You could've just said you didn't want me living there in the first place and I would've stayed in California.
Thanks Family for making me feel inadequate in everything I do. Sorry I can't make cheersquad. Sorry I can't be a manager at JCPenny. Sorry I can't be the wonderful child I want me to be.
Sorry for existing the way that I do.
Yaaaaaaaay yay...
My reaction was what one would expect, I was upset, a left the premise immediately, and screamed to the radio on the way home.
When I got home, I cried. You couldn't hear it because I had Addictive Epicurean full blast on my stereo, but I was crying.
Now, my mother, you'd think she comfort me, right?
No, she pretty much just told me I sucked at life. After 12 weeks with no job, I was happy to have one again. Even if it was a lot of physical labor, it was a job. A frikken income.
"I'd rather you have a job where you make 16 an hour than a job where you only make 8"
Okay, so after not having a job for close to 4 months, I'm supposed to be picky?
First off, I tried damn hard to get hired EVERYWHERE. Interviews, phonecalls, endless 'polite' turndowns. All the while my family treating me like crap for not having a job yet.
About the only support I got was from En, who was pissed they let me go. See, the plan was to save up money with this job. Once I got around 5-7k, I'd hop a plane to California to be En and Copper's room mate. They wanted me to live with them, and seeing how the family Blacksheep position is taken up by me, I jumped at the op.
A place I was wanted and wouldn't be a burden... paradise.
Well, I lost my job. The plan has gone down the drain, and all the other plans I made realistically will not happen.
So, my wonderful plans got blasted away, and thus I'm depressed.
My mother seems to think it's so easy to get a job. She's had several in the last four years. She has the luxury of holding management positions, so it's much easier for her to get new jobs and move on. Me, on the other hand, worked part-time retail and warehouse. I don't have that luxury.
Today, my light was going to be dance practice with Groks and Roxie. It's about the only thing I had to look forward to this weekend, seeing as my previous plans to visit an old friend was ruined by the lack of funds. But again, mother had to ruin it for me. Telling me I couldn't be out running around for "stupid things".
"I made a commitment!"
"Well, you shouldn't have."
Sure, I knew last week that I was going to be unemployed this week, so I shouldn't have made any plans. Yeah, that's right. We'll go with that.
Things just keep adding up.
My first, and last, paycheck won't be ready for me until next Friday. I have a car insurance payment due, which will eat up most of that, and then I still have to pay for gas. Simply put, unless I get a job RIGHT NOW I'm not going to have enough to even afford to keep the car.
So, I'm pretty much screwed.
I'd like to thank my mother for showing "sympathy", my Step-dad for "understanding", my sister for her "empathy".
Thanks mom for making me feel like worse than crap when I already felt like crap.
Thanks Ken for being a royal arse about the internet, thinking that you have to keep codes hidden from me in order to keep them safe from everyone.
Thanks Macy, for being a beetch to me about you getting written up at one of your jobs, and showing no such care about me losing the only job I have.
And to others; Thanks Grandma for lying to me. You could've just said you didn't want me living there in the first place and I would've stayed in California.
Thanks Family for making me feel inadequate in everything I do. Sorry I can't make cheersquad. Sorry I can't be a manager at JCPenny. Sorry I can't be the wonderful child I want me to be.
Sorry for existing the way that I do.