| teh broke ass |
2006-01-25 - 12:39 P.M.
I just got back from meeting with Melissa at work. I'm on a week's suspension starting now.
When filling out the little form deal, she put that I'd requested off this past week for a personal leave. No, it couldn't count as the actual week of suspension. That's 2 total weeks of not working & not being paid. Two weeks. I don't know what I'm going to do. I have about $100 in my checking account right now & about $2 of change in my pocket. I have roughly 15 hours coming in on this next check. No, I'm not lying or exaggerating. I'm fucked. I really don't want to have to move back to Haleyville. Heh. I don't know what I'm going to do about all this. I haven't even told Mum yet. She knows I missed a couple of days last week though because of the stupid stomach flu & because Berkey needed a ride to Tupelo. I think I'm just gonna lie (so she freaks out less) & tell her that I was sent home this week for all that BS. I'm hoping when I talk to her about it that Randy (one of her good friends that manages the RadioShack in Russellville; He's the guy I got my Firebird from) might need some extra help or something. I'm not coming back to work until next Wednesday. I desperately need money. Right now, I don't have any bills that are due. Car payment was paid out with this last check. Rent is due on the third of next month though and hell knows when power & internet are due. I'll have to ask Berkey. I know they're gonna be due with this next paycheck though. The one with only 15 or so hours on it. I'm fucked. Melissa told me that if I do anything wrong when I come back, I'm gone. No more chances, blahdeblah. This includes the fact that I'm apparently "loud & disruptive". Wtf. So should I just not talk when I get back or what? I mean, I know I'm kinda loud but hell, I've been that way my entire life and no one else has ever had a problem with it. How do I condition myself to be something other than what I've been all my life? I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's stressing me out. As a matter of fact, I don't even want to think. I should be drugged. Sleep would even be next to impossible at this point. My mind is racing too much. Fuck it. I'm done with this entry. |
