I’m understandably upset that my sons grandfather just got taken away from him for at least the next 10 months. I’m pissed off that my brothers are without their dad and none of them are old enough to get a job without school approval (with their grades, they won’t get it). I feel sorry for my mom who is unemployable despite her odd optimism.
It’s really fucked up to punish someone THAT much for something so old and for now what would be punished with a 2 week stint in rehab, unless you’re Lindsay fucktwat Lohan.
We went to visit him this last weekend and they wouldn’t let us in. They claimed they couldn’t locate him. He’s been in the same cell for the last month. Now I have to go back this weekend and get treated like shit by the fucking cops all over again.
Not only do they charge for parking (understandable, but it’s expensive) but you have to wait in line outside and for me, dealing with all the broads with the cigarettes hanging off their lips is a bit much. No cell phones allowed (again, understandable, but how else am I supposed to kill 4 hours of time?) After that they call you inside where you wait until they call your prisoner. Last time we waited 3 hours inside for nothing.
They string you along til about 7:30 and come out with “We’re closing, get out”.
Everyone gets treated like cattle. You aren’t shit to the cops and they let you know it. God forbid you shouldn’t have a pen on you because if you ask for one you will be talked down to and mocked HEAVILY.
I think I can tolerate the new girl. She’s not terribly bright but she takes direction well. Asks a lot of annoying questions (what I’m having for lunch REALLY isn’t her business, especially when she’s standing right behind me while I’m eating it.) but generally does what she’s told.
I intimidate her, and I am totally taking that to my advantage. The prospect of design work scares her because she doesn’t understand any of it. In other words, Starfish WIN.
I even got her to clean up with minimal effort. The last girl that took my place for maternity leave was a complete dunce, so this one is sort of a step up but still no threat.
I mean, come on, talking shit about your other boss to MY boss is probably a bad idea and really unprofessional.
A Funny Thing Happened To Me On My Way To Buy Tampons...
(The Tampon Story)
It’s funny how one thing leads to another and next thing you know you’re being deported. This is one of those stories.
Back in 1992 my mom, her boyfriend and my 5 year old brother were running some of the usual errands before heading home for the night. Last stop would be the liquor store to pick up my moms tampons. Her boyfriend, being the ever so chill guy that he is, is volunteered to go in to get them and he obliges.
In he goes at a casual pace. Nothing out of the ordinary. Two seconds after he gets inside he is bum rushed by plain clothes police officers. Somehow though he walked in through the front they claimed he had come in through the back, robbed the place and was holding the owner of the shop hostage.
Note: he was HOLDING the box of tampons.
The owner of the shop was at the counter telling the cops that nothing of the sort happened. Some “concerned citizen” had “seen” the whole thing and told the cops otherwise. Even so much as adding a gun to the story.
Oscar (my moms boyfriend) had no gun, but he did have a buck knife which, living in LA you keep shit like that around especially when you look like a thug. He also happened to have a bit of heroin on him so they took him away.
All the while my mom and brother watched in absolute stunned horror.
This is how the mess we’re going through came to be.
is all I have left of work. Of course that also means the next 6 days are going to be a pain in my ass because she realizes this and is using me to my potential I suppose. It’s all simple stuff but all stuff that could’ve been done months ago when it first needed to be done. Like our business cards. We’ve been out for ages, last night at 20 til closing she decides I need to design new ones. Awesome.
Ordering this and that, preparing to train whoever she hires now…
That new girl got handled pretty fast. She works at another shipping store part time and her boss wants her in every other Monday all day. My boss says not good enough.
Her call. *shrug*
I’m just glad she’s already been put in her place and I have all next week to abuse her and I totally will.
Do you think you are a courteous person? Or do you not give some people a chance to get to know?
I’m generally a courteous person, of course, based on the situation upon meeting. Unless you’ve previously crossed me I’m generally well behaved in polite company. I don’t tend to shut myself away to new people, more so it happens to me before I get a chance to do it.
Anyone has the chance to befriend me and get to know me, it’s how they use that chance.
I don’t know what it is about my family and making a bad situation worse. Maybe it’s me. Maybe my own depression stops me from seeing any good that they do but the more I think about it the more I doubt it.
I’m fucked up, but these people are their own special kind of fucked up.
My uncle tried to kill himself a couple nights ago. His son was the one that killed himself about a month or so ago. His birthday was Tuesday. Logical enough, I suppose. So now he’s in ICU still for a drug/alcohol overdose.
The same man who said he didn’t want to die like his mother.
Today would be my grandmothers birthday had she not died of a massive heroin overdose the year before I was born. Not exactly the same situation but the similarities are still there.
My mom’s drinking again. Her boyfriend/fiance is still in jail facing deportation. My brother is still trying to get into a gang. My other brother is on probation. The other two don’t really do anything so I’m not terribly worried about them.
I know it’s terribly selfish but I’m at the point where I’m saying “Hey, I’m depressed too, can I have a break from your bullshit so I can wallow in mine?”
My home life isn’t exactly peaches and cream. I can only throw my voice out so many times from the screaming.
What irks me the most is that these guys can kill themselves and I’m supposed to feel sorry for them. If I did it I would be called weak and selfish.