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I don't know what god I pissed off...
Jul. 13th, 2004 01:55 pmBut it really feels like he/she's pissing on me.
Ok, I finally got a part time job with Blockbuster. Go me. They have decent pay (for a brainless job), and they can actually give me hours I can deal with. And they started me at a great time because...well, let me back up to this past Saturday.
First off, it was supposed to be a great weekend. Mom was away on a quilting trip, Dad didn't give two hoots about what I did, and Barry was going to spend the night and most of Sunday with me. Woop!
Well, that didn't happen.
I had training from 10-2pm Sat for BB. Obviously I had my phone on silent. When I get out I have a message from Dad. He said 'I'm meeting Mom at the hospital. She may have had a stroke'. Yah, that's right. So I call Barry quickly before he got off work and I raced to the hospital. She's already there and claiming she felt fine (even though she had NO feeling on her left side and she couldn't talk right to save her soul). Dad showed up a few minutes later and we're trying to get someone to look at Mom. Finally someone signs her in and tells her it'll be a while till a doctor can see her. For the love of pete! If someone has the signs of a stroke don't you think someone should see you immediately? Anyway, she got most of her feeling back by the time Barry got there. We stayed for a little longer before Mom kicked us out. Dad stayed with her, so B and I left for home. Before we got there I got a call from Mom saying that she felt fine and was going back to her quilting thing. I said it was a bad idea and that she should stay till someone looked at her. She again said she was fine and that was that. I don't care to argue with my mom. At least until I move out. Besides, it worked out because B could still stay the night. (Mom has no idea about our 'slumber parties'). I was home by 3 and enjoying my man's company.
Fast forward to 9pm that night.
Dad gets a call. Mom's having shooting pains in her head. Her friends are driving her back to the hospital. The three of us (in two cars) go back as well and wait for her to show up. This time she stays for tests. Barry and I end up leaving around 1:30am since there's nothing we can do anyway. I knew Mom was going to come home that night and I should have just gone straight to the couch, but I didn't care and crawled into bed with Barry. I'm asleep for maybe 20 min before Dad calls and says they're coming home and that one of us needs to go to the couch. I go because B can't sleep on it. He's too tall and he flops around too much. Anyway, I got pratically no sleep and no nookie. Bah.
So now not only was my weekend turned upside down, but I also promised Dad that I'd help with the medical bills. It doesn't really bother me because I owe them money anyway. It's just that I didn't think I'd have to pay them back so soon...I'm just so tired of this crap. It's like the only time I'm happy is when I'm with Barry, and now that I have another job I won't be able to see him as much. Damned if I do and damned if I don't.
Ok, I finally got a part time job with Blockbuster. Go me. They have decent pay (for a brainless job), and they can actually give me hours I can deal with. And they started me at a great time because...well, let me back up to this past Saturday.
First off, it was supposed to be a great weekend. Mom was away on a quilting trip, Dad didn't give two hoots about what I did, and Barry was going to spend the night and most of Sunday with me. Woop!
Well, that didn't happen.
I had training from 10-2pm Sat for BB. Obviously I had my phone on silent. When I get out I have a message from Dad. He said 'I'm meeting Mom at the hospital. She may have had a stroke'. Yah, that's right. So I call Barry quickly before he got off work and I raced to the hospital. She's already there and claiming she felt fine (even though she had NO feeling on her left side and she couldn't talk right to save her soul). Dad showed up a few minutes later and we're trying to get someone to look at Mom. Finally someone signs her in and tells her it'll be a while till a doctor can see her. For the love of pete! If someone has the signs of a stroke don't you think someone should see you immediately? Anyway, she got most of her feeling back by the time Barry got there. We stayed for a little longer before Mom kicked us out. Dad stayed with her, so B and I left for home. Before we got there I got a call from Mom saying that she felt fine and was going back to her quilting thing. I said it was a bad idea and that she should stay till someone looked at her. She again said she was fine and that was that. I don't care to argue with my mom. At least until I move out. Besides, it worked out because B could still stay the night. (Mom has no idea about our 'slumber parties'). I was home by 3 and enjoying my man's company.
Fast forward to 9pm that night.
Dad gets a call. Mom's having shooting pains in her head. Her friends are driving her back to the hospital. The three of us (in two cars) go back as well and wait for her to show up. This time she stays for tests. Barry and I end up leaving around 1:30am since there's nothing we can do anyway. I knew Mom was going to come home that night and I should have just gone straight to the couch, but I didn't care and crawled into bed with Barry. I'm asleep for maybe 20 min before Dad calls and says they're coming home and that one of us needs to go to the couch. I go because B can't sleep on it. He's too tall and he flops around too much. Anyway, I got pratically no sleep and no nookie. Bah.
So now not only was my weekend turned upside down, but I also promised Dad that I'd help with the medical bills. It doesn't really bother me because I owe them money anyway. It's just that I didn't think I'd have to pay them back so soon...I'm just so tired of this crap. It's like the only time I'm happy is when I'm with Barry, and now that I have another job I won't be able to see him as much. Damned if I do and damned if I don't.
