Tonight was a retarded night. I’m tired and my body is achy.
My coworker got fired and that really bothers me. He was one of the people that grounded me, and really in the two weeks I’ve known him has become a big brother to me. But if he hadn’t gotten fired he probably would have quit pretty soon.
My boss is just literally psychotic and tonight was a bad night.
On the way to get Sarah yesterday my car ran out of gas. So we walked about a mile to the gas station, intending to buy a gas can and a gallon of gas.
Luckily, we ran into some boys from school, one of whom lived in the neighborhood and offered to run home and get the gas can from his house so we didn’t have to buy one. They even gave us a lift back to the car, and poured the gas in.
But then it wouldn’t start, and my dad had to come figure out what was wrong.
It was about an hour before my orchestra concert and we really needed to leave. So we pushed it out of the way and left it there until this morning, when my dad could go fiddle with it and try a couple things (which didn’t work) and get it towed home.
So now my car is broke and poop gosh darnit I need that. I’m thankful for a car-savvy dad, and (if need be) a car-savvy man.
But this is still a pain even though I saw it coming.
Just had a serious talk with my mom about our financial situation, and how she spent the entirety of her savings on last months bills, but then spends money continuously on things we don’t/won’t need. (that’s skimming the surface of the situation, the details get too personal)
She said we needed to have a “family meeting” so I could discuss my “feelings” because they’re “not good.”
When literally our only income is through government checks, I don’t see how in any way shape or form my notion is in any way “not good” when it comes to a point where our money is spent on paranoia-induced items and not keeping the lights on.