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ROGUE OF RAGE
Yesterday, Mom begged me to come over for dinner tonight. My schedule changes (because Crazy Lady cancelled on me again) so I told her this morning that I’m coming. I get here at 5:00 and she’s already drunk.
In other news, on the way over, I took my resume to a kennel looking for a full-time person for the summer. Not as near nor as well-paying as the emergency vet, but I definitely have the experience.
I was supposed to be paid by the school this week. As in tomorrow. Apparently, for some reason, we’re now getting paid next week. I’ve already been out of money and using my credit card for everything for a while. I’m kind of freaking out. I need groceries, I need to get internet in my apartment, I need to pay bills, I need to pay Wendy back for helping me out when I was moving, I need to be more willing to pay for gas to get the rest of my stuff from Mom’s house, I need to stop using the damn credit card…
Do I ask for an advance or just try to hold out a little longer…?
The same debate every afternoon: Do I continue drinking coffee, or should I switch to tea?
(If the latter, Earl Grey or Tazo’s Zen?)
I’ve been awake for the post couple of hours because my back is hurting so bad. Of course it’s at its worst when I’m laying down, no matter what position I’m in. I’m tired and I need to get up early for work. This is driving me nuts.
And hopefully I can now mentally settle down enough to work on school stuff. Because anxiety was making it impossible to read and/or write. Yay.
Screw it, I emailed her and said nope, I’m needed at the school. She’s gonna have to deal.
I legitimately dread going to work for Crazy Lady in the morning. Sick to my stomach sort of dread. Ugh.
One of the other teachers needs me to cover for her in the morning. I really really want to use that as my excuse not to come, but I’m worried about Crazy Lady freaking out at me for it.
I really shouldn’t care, but…
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