GrimFusion Posted June 2, 2009 Report Posted June 2, 2009 Just so everyone knows right off the bat, I'm a loser. I'm 26 years old, and about a month ago, I had to move back into my parent's place. My old room mates Christina and Steven were married, and living in a house owned by Christina's mother. Christina's mom was never around, until she got a hair up her ass and decided she was moving in as a pit stop between her house 40 miles away and work in town. The house itself had 5 bedrooms. I lived in one of them downstairs and I usually kept to myself. Most days, I'd be at work. Most nights, I'd come home and surf the internet. I really wasn't a bother to anyone. When Christina's mom found out I smoke weed every now and then, instead of asking me to stop, she simply kicked me out. She said it was because she wanted to live in my room, but there were two other bedrooms availiable. Whatever... that's said and done. I lost my job about a week into packing up everything I own. Best Buy said I wasn't in attendance at a store meeting because the computer timeclocking system was down. I had to cancel moving into my own apartment because I didn't have an income anymore, so my parents stepped up and decided to help. Depends on what your definition of help is, though. I knew I'd be spending most of my days applying for work... and I am. The first week I moved in, my parents decided they were going off to the coast for three days. I had my girlfriend over, and I thought I'd go out of my way and do something nice for them. I cleaned the house from top to bottom. Everything was spotless. When they got home, I expected to hear a thank you. Instead, I got bitched out for leaving the broom and dustpan in the closet when it belongs in the garage. Both of them bitched and moaned because instead of important paperwork and bills being strewn over every possible surface in an unorganized pile, I moved it all into organized piles on the end table. "Fuck! Now we have to sort through all this shit just to pay the bills!!! You need to leave your god damn hands off of our papers!". I'm a high school graduate with some college experience and an A+ certification in hardware and software. My parents are getting so money hungry about rent that even in a single month's time, they expect me to be employed and making a paycheck. It's not as if I'm a burden around here to begin with. I spend six hours a day submitting applications, then I stay in my room and surf the internet or go over to my girlfriend's place. If not for cooking and using the bathroom, it's not apparent I even live here. So, my mom pulls me aside the other night and starts telling me I need to take whatever I can get. She starts telling me about McDonalds, Gas Station jobs, and night-shift security positions. McDonalds and the gas stations are just a fucking slap in the face. I'm better than that. The night shift jobs are an impossibility because my parents are bitches who constantly yell at each other. I've tried that before and I don't get sleep... at all. I tried explaining that to her, then my Dad chimed in and screamed at me for bring a lazy son-of-a-bitch. There's absolutely no winning with my parents. They live in their own little world where everything they say is absolutely correct and cannot be contested no matter the proof. I've already tried killing the both of them (that was way back in the day over severe child abuse issues), but the bastards won't die. They're like Satan incarnate cut in two. Sometimes I really just want to haul off and punch the hell out of both of them. Trust me, it's not because I'm immature, angsty, and just can't get my way. It's because I NEVER get my way around them... EVER. The only problem I face is that if I'm not living here, I'm homeless; and if I'm homeless, I'm girlfriendless, friendless, and without internet access. They know they have leverage because I have no other option. It practically reduces me to being a slave around here. I'd off myself, if it weren't for my girlfriend and the few friends I have. This cycle has occurred in the past, and seems to reoccur. I'm trying my damnedest to get the hell out of here as fast as possible, but if this happens again, I think I'd rather be homeless than live with these damn devils again.
teacupx Posted June 2, 2009 Report Posted June 2, 2009 D; sucks for now but you'll get back on your feet again. get a good job, save up money, get your own place?
Millenia Posted June 2, 2009 Report Posted June 2, 2009 man i aint readin dat shit m,aybe when im sober
GrimFusion Posted June 2, 2009 Author Report Posted June 2, 2009 man i aint readin dat shit m,aybe when im sober ...and here I am wishing I weren't nearly as sober.
Kittie Posted June 2, 2009 Report Posted June 2, 2009 As for a job, sometimes you have to take what you can get in the meantime and then seek better opportunities while working. Money is money.
GrimFusion Posted June 3, 2009 Author Report Posted June 3, 2009 As for a job, sometimes you have to take what you can get in the meantime and then seek better opportunities while working. Money is money. Money is money, but should I get the wrong job; say something I really hate which works me long hours, or has me working a night shift, the last thing I'm going to want to do is fill my free time with more job searching. Maybe I'll just sling crack. :happy:
GrimFusion Posted June 3, 2009 Author Report Posted June 3, 2009 I think it sounds like you need to go to school, if you can. But idk, that's how I feel about most people who are stuck in ruts such as yourself. I just feel it will present you with more opportunities than what you are limited to now. In any other situation, I'd be all for going back to college. I was working toward saving for tuition before I got kicked out of the house and lost my job. Unfortunately, in my situation, a part time job would only go to pay for college and I wouldn't have enough money otherwise to afford moving out of my parent's place. In anticipation of my future, I'd rather remain working crappy jobs for the next five years than remain living with my 'spawn of satan' parents for another 3 to 5 years. I seriously look back on my childhood and wonder how the hell I made it through without coming out of the situation a horribly disgruntled and twisted person.
Brugeth Posted June 7, 2009 Report Posted June 7, 2009 All in all working at A Mcdonalds isnt that bad man. I know im a loser cause i work at one but hey. Full Benefits, discounts on my cellphone bill, free employee meals. Sure you have to deal with stupid people most all day but hey. It's a decent job till you can find something better. True it may be a slap in the face to your pride but when push comes to shove. Nobody is better than any job.
