I’m honestly at the place anymore I can’t stand going in to do my job. Between the amount of drama that seems to always be going on (my other coworker, Steve, who was my other cashier, got himself fired), and the fact that I just don’t like this kind of work, I’m ready for a change. I mentioned Steve got himself fired – now I’m looking at 45 hours this week to pick up on those lost hours. Yes, I really want the money and I will work it, but I really hate the idea of spending majority of my week in that store. It’s suffocating.
These days are getting are getting harder and harder for me to be understanding with my mother. Her and I share a bank account, much to my dismay, but for awhile it was something that we had to do. Anymore, I’ve been wanting to get my own account, but according to her, “there’s never enough time,” basically. So I’ve sucked it up and tried to deal with it.
Except, when I got paid on Friday I decided to pay half of my cell-phone bill. Because, the money I just deposited is technically mine, right? Wrong. According to her, because she drives me to and from work, it’s her money. And, you know, I don’t pay any of the bills except my cell-phone one. Here’s the thing: The bills are under HER name. Plus, she’s late on them. Is that my fault? Apparently somehow it is. Because despite the fact that our money is mixed together, I never pay any of the bills.