So this summer, I haven't really blogged. Hardly any, in fact. I call it my summer slump. Not being able to put thoughts into phrases, or phrases into sentences. It's pathetic, because I know I am so much more accomplished than this.
I just never have anything substantial to write about.
Right now there's a cake baking that I'm bringing to my dad2's house tomorrow. For those of you who were wondering, I have 2 dads. My biological father, who is my dad first and foremost, and whom I am for the most of the time close with. Then there is my dad's best friend, who has two sons, but no daughters. So, he's sort of assigned himself to my dad 2 role. He does everything my father does. For my birthday he even gave me a card that was meant for a father to give to his daughter.
A year ago at this time I owed my parents just under $6500, granted I'd paid a few payments, so we'll say, $6200. Today, I owe them $1400. Not to mention I paid for everything my car needed, oilchanges, burnt bulbs, gas, and insurance. Someone said to me the other day that I shouldn't have gotten such a 'fancy car' because I had to pick up a second job to pay for it.
Let me set this straight right now.
I didnt HAVE to pick up a second job. I CHOSE to go back to my former job for the summer, because I love the people I work with and it's fun to do. The paycheck is just a sidenote. I do it because it's something to do. Yes, it has put a bit of a strain on my summer, but my car wasn't expensive for what it is, and it is by no means fancy. So, shut up, and pick on someone else !
This morning I got up and checked my phone and had a new picture message from Ian. it's a picture of the picture I drew him last year. And seeing that he still has it, meant a lot to me (: Thanks Ian !
I've also been single for a year now. Officially. My last official relationship was with Nick, which ended briefly after my 16th birthday. It is now briefly after my 17th birthday. Therefore, officially a year. So. What's the freaking problem? It's frustrating. I feel like there's something wrong with me.
I just have serious issues.
I'm going camping this weekend. Get me away from all of this -- sounds like a plaaaaan.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Twisted.
Friday the 9th.
I go to pick up the gift my grandparents bought me for my birthday. It's a princess cut ruby with diamonds surrounding it. It's absolutely gorgeous. Fits my personal style perfectly, I've had my eye on it since eighth grade. And finally, my grandparents said to me, we know you work hard, you're a good student, and a good kid. Pick out whatever you'd like. So I picked that. In all the excitement of FINALLY having this ring after almost four years of droooooling over it, I took a picture of it and sent it to my friend. I get a text back, that says, "It's just a ring. What's so great about it?" I was in shock, my jaw dropped, I couldn't believe this. After awhile, I figured out that it wasn't her- it was her boyfriend. He proceeded to tell me that it meant nothing since it didn't have anything behind it. How about it means that I've worked just about every day this summer, and I paid off my car in just over a year? How about it means that someone finally appreciates everything I've done, the things I've been through, and everything I've sacrificed? Yeah, that's what I thought. So jewelry can't mean anything because my boyfriend didn't give it to me? He says that's not what he said, but it's exactly what he said.
Twisted.
Saturday the 10th.
I'm at work, just like every Saturday morning. I ask a customer if she'd like to buy a raffle ticket, because I'm supposed to ask every customer. She proceeds to give me a line of crap because I didn't know when the drawing was. Anyhow, she ends up buying one in the end, so I swipe her credit card, put it on the counter, and print her receipt for her to sign off on. She proceeds to yell at me because I put her card on the counter while I waited for the receipt. And then continued to tell me that I have no skills to run this business. Sorry hon, I don't run this place, I just work here.
Twisted.
After that endeavor, the assistant manager from another store was a fill-in supervisor because we were short handed. She doesn't know where anything is in our store since she's a fill-in, so she asked me to grab her a ticket gun. The closest one was through the back, since I was in the back of the store. I open the door to take it, and another employee's boyfriend was back there with her, he looks me straight in the face and says, "Speaking of the dumbasses..." I walked out. I'm not putting up with his shit. He has no right to treat me like that, whether he's joking around or not. You just don't talk to people like that- you just don't.
Twisted.
Wednesday the 14th.
I'm at my other job, and a customer walks up to my window, and asks what kind of icecream goes in the waffle bowls. I tell him we will put in whatever kind he'd like. He says he's not sure what kind he wants, and he wants me to 'design it for him.' I said sure, but are you allergic to anything? With my luck, he'd be allergic to peanuts or something and die on the spot. So he says, "Only ugly blonde chicks like you." I should have spit in his food. Or licked it. Or thrown it on the floor. Somehow befowled it in some way. This guy was just a major flea bag. Or in words of John the food prep guy, "profoundly rude."
Twisted.
Thursday the 15th.
It's 8:00 AM, I've just sent Matt off to work, and I'm in our living room watching TV. This obnoxious sounding truck pulls into my driveway- and I've never seen this truck before. Keep in mind, I'm the only one at the house right now. So whoever this guy is, he walks up to the side door, and rings the doorbell. The windows are open, so I know he heard it ring. He rings again. Since I don't answer the door, he walks to the front door- with windows in clear sight of the living room. I book it off the couch and hide in the opposite corner. He rings that bell, no lie, seven times in a row. Then I hear him walking away. But he's not leaving. I hear him walk back up to the side door, and ring the bell, again. Finally he gets in his truck and leaves. I hurry up and check the license plate, ready to write it down, I always do. I see a sticky note stuck to the door, says stopped by to say hello, you weren't here, give us a call sometime. As I saw the license plate, it instantly clicked to me who this guy was. When we sold our condo way back when, these people obviously moved into it, and we've somewhat kept in touch with them. It was that guy. But, isn't it rather certain that my parents would be working at 8 in the morning on a Thursday? And why aren't you? This guy, is also a flea bag. He's really weird and I've never really liked him much. He's just - weird.
Twisted.
It hasn't been a very good past few days, hopefully things will get better sooner than later. I don't want this bs anymore, it's gotta end eventually.
I go to pick up the gift my grandparents bought me for my birthday. It's a princess cut ruby with diamonds surrounding it. It's absolutely gorgeous. Fits my personal style perfectly, I've had my eye on it since eighth grade. And finally, my grandparents said to me, we know you work hard, you're a good student, and a good kid. Pick out whatever you'd like. So I picked that. In all the excitement of FINALLY having this ring after almost four years of droooooling over it, I took a picture of it and sent it to my friend. I get a text back, that says, "It's just a ring. What's so great about it?" I was in shock, my jaw dropped, I couldn't believe this. After awhile, I figured out that it wasn't her- it was her boyfriend. He proceeded to tell me that it meant nothing since it didn't have anything behind it. How about it means that I've worked just about every day this summer, and I paid off my car in just over a year? How about it means that someone finally appreciates everything I've done, the things I've been through, and everything I've sacrificed? Yeah, that's what I thought. So jewelry can't mean anything because my boyfriend didn't give it to me? He says that's not what he said, but it's exactly what he said.
Twisted.
Saturday the 10th.
I'm at work, just like every Saturday morning. I ask a customer if she'd like to buy a raffle ticket, because I'm supposed to ask every customer. She proceeds to give me a line of crap because I didn't know when the drawing was. Anyhow, she ends up buying one in the end, so I swipe her credit card, put it on the counter, and print her receipt for her to sign off on. She proceeds to yell at me because I put her card on the counter while I waited for the receipt. And then continued to tell me that I have no skills to run this business. Sorry hon, I don't run this place, I just work here.
Twisted.
After that endeavor, the assistant manager from another store was a fill-in supervisor because we were short handed. She doesn't know where anything is in our store since she's a fill-in, so she asked me to grab her a ticket gun. The closest one was through the back, since I was in the back of the store. I open the door to take it, and another employee's boyfriend was back there with her, he looks me straight in the face and says, "Speaking of the dumbasses..." I walked out. I'm not putting up with his shit. He has no right to treat me like that, whether he's joking around or not. You just don't talk to people like that- you just don't.
Twisted.
Wednesday the 14th.
I'm at my other job, and a customer walks up to my window, and asks what kind of icecream goes in the waffle bowls. I tell him we will put in whatever kind he'd like. He says he's not sure what kind he wants, and he wants me to 'design it for him.' I said sure, but are you allergic to anything? With my luck, he'd be allergic to peanuts or something and die on the spot. So he says, "Only ugly blonde chicks like you." I should have spit in his food. Or licked it. Or thrown it on the floor. Somehow befowled it in some way. This guy was just a major flea bag. Or in words of John the food prep guy, "profoundly rude."
Twisted.
Thursday the 15th.
It's 8:00 AM, I've just sent Matt off to work, and I'm in our living room watching TV. This obnoxious sounding truck pulls into my driveway- and I've never seen this truck before. Keep in mind, I'm the only one at the house right now. So whoever this guy is, he walks up to the side door, and rings the doorbell. The windows are open, so I know he heard it ring. He rings again. Since I don't answer the door, he walks to the front door- with windows in clear sight of the living room. I book it off the couch and hide in the opposite corner. He rings that bell, no lie, seven times in a row. Then I hear him walking away. But he's not leaving. I hear him walk back up to the side door, and ring the bell, again. Finally he gets in his truck and leaves. I hurry up and check the license plate, ready to write it down, I always do. I see a sticky note stuck to the door, says stopped by to say hello, you weren't here, give us a call sometime. As I saw the license plate, it instantly clicked to me who this guy was. When we sold our condo way back when, these people obviously moved into it, and we've somewhat kept in touch with them. It was that guy. But, isn't it rather certain that my parents would be working at 8 in the morning on a Thursday? And why aren't you? This guy, is also a flea bag. He's really weird and I've never really liked him much. He's just - weird.
Twisted.
It hasn't been a very good past few days, hopefully things will get better sooner than later. I don't want this bs anymore, it's gotta end eventually.
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