So, y'know how I thought I was off on Wensday? I read the schedule at work six different times. I read my copy like, fifty times. Each time I read it, I did not see my name in any of the boxes for Wensday--that usually means OFF.
So, I'm relaxing in my friend Nick's pool with two fairly attractive, half naked girls (and a complete loser, but he was mostly on his own on the other side of the pool being "emo" wink when Nick's dad comes through the gate holding out his cell phone.
"Your mom called. Said something about you having to be at work?"
"Wha???"
It was about five-six-ish when I finally got a hold of my mother. She tells me I have to come home and change and go to work. I'm like, "wtf, it's six o'clock. The park closes at nine. That's like...four ******** hours."
In the end, I went in and got bitched at for almost skipping. stare I put up the point, however, that I didn't ditch and did, eventually, come in. Bastards shut their mouths then.
Now, that's just part one of how my week is going so far. Part two includes my mother continuing to be a b***h to me and screaming at me to do all her chores because, basically, she's too lazy to do them.
She's the unemployed one, mind you.
And now she's going to make me get up at eight in the morning tomorrow (friday) to go in to work. I dont have to be in until two. Does she realize she's only going to piss me off and make me lazy so that I dont do anything, which will piss off my supervisors? No, she doesn't. scream
I'm sure you can tell where this is going now.
I'm going to go now. See ya.
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