Oct 30
I Want OUT!
So, here’s an update from back in September.
I ended up moving back into my parents’ place. The rest of them had to move back to the crappy apartments that we had just moved out of, because it’s the only place that accepts decent people with bad credit.
By the way, my parents’ house is an hour and a half drive away from where my boyfriend is now. Same boyfriend, we never broke up. I’ll have a whole other entry about him *dreamy eyes* but anyway, it really sucks living in separate cities from him
The real anyway, since moving back in with my parents, I’ve had to find a new job. When I moved back to my parents’ place, I had to quit a perfectly fine job that I had at Loblaw Great Food. So now, in a new city, (a small city, btw) the only thing that suits my needs and hired me, was Tim Hortons. However, it turns out that this job is not full time, which is what I need. I was hired in belief that I was going to get full time hours, but it’s actually part time leading full time.
So, here’s the outline:
-Moved back in with the folks
-Job searched for about a month
-Parents got furious for taking so long to find a job
-Went to a temp agency where I got hired for a job at a meat plant
-Hands went numb for too long (I have poor blood circulation), got sent home(actually, I walked off the job), and didn’t return the next day because my hands were tingly for the whole night after I walked off, and I’m not risking my limbs for any job.
-Parents got furious
-Back to the job search, then landed a job at Tim Hortons for the graveyard shift
-Noticed that it’s part time leading full time, back to the job search BUT I can’t quit just yet because I need another job first.
-Back to the temp agency. I was very shocked that they allowed me back because walking off the job is a big No-No.
-Currently waiting for Monday morning to roll around (I’m typing this up Sunday morning) so that I can call the temp agency about a job they called me about. This job is guaranteed full time, so I really hope that it works out.
My parents promised me before I moved that they would help me get my G2, but I have yet to even drive their car. They say more recently that there’s no point in getting my G2 if I don’t need it right away. Which really pisses me off, because I want to already have my G2 for whenever I do need it down the road. It’s a good piece of ID to have, and it will also help me get a job if I was ever eligible for a job that required a G2. My brother’s a mechanic, so he had to get his G2 asap, but that doesn’t give them any reason to deny me a license. It’s not up to them whether or not I get my license, it’s the government’s decision. I already have my G1, and I was driving while I was living with my bf’s family so it’s not like I don’t already have experience. All I need is to get used to their vehicle, get parallel parking learned, then go for the test. Simple. I’m not asking to always drive their car, I’m not going to be getting my own vehicle anytime soon. I’ve told my parents all of what I think about it, that it’s important to me to get my G2, but they haven’t changed their minds about it. So I’ve given up. My freedom will have to wait.
So now, the dogs that my parents have.... ok, I’ve got a rabbit, right, I’ve had him since he was two months old back in February. Their actually my mom’s dogs, but anyway, they enjoy tormenting my rabbit. It really pisses me off. I’ve asked for my rabbit to either be raised up off the floor, or be put in my bedroom. I asked this about a month ago. Nothing’s been done about it yet.
On top of that, my parents treat me like a child. I am 22yrs old, and they still think I deserve to be treated like a child. They always said “you want to be treated like an adult, so act like one” growing up. Which is all fine and dandy, but I’ve been acting older than my age for about 3yrs now and they still think it’s appropriate to give me bed times, wake times, dinner times, lectures, whatever is expected for teenage treatment, basically. Everything they’ve lectured me about, I already know and understand. I understand that they do care about me, that they want what’s best for me, but treating me like a child is NOT what’s best for me. I expect to be treated like how I treat others, and I certainly do not treat my parents like children.
So, I’ve had enough. I want out of this bloody house. My bf and I have made a plan for us to get an apartment together before the end of the year, which is coming up fast. My bf has been looking at apartments in his city (which is where I’ll be moving to, because I hate this small town), and he’s found a place that he knows both of us would really enjoy. It’s near his school, which is really awesome. He’s setting it up so that both of us can move at either the end of November, or the beginning of December.
I can’t wait, seriously. I miss him so much <3
I will NOT miss living here. I told my bestie that she needs to slap me silly if I ever talk about moving back in with my parents again. It’s too much unnecessary stress. My parents and I get along much better if I’m moved out.
That’s all for now.
Jul 29
My Life 2011
I’ve never had to deal with all of this before, so please bare with me while I explain what’s going on.
January: Got signed up with welfare, because my current job does not offer enough hours to pay for all my bills plus food. Also had a big fight with the bf and my parents. Bf decided he’s going to school.
February: Spent my birthday with my mother, but also started looking for a place to move to once the lease expires at the end of May 2011. Bf decided he’s getting a job. Also found out that OSAP messed up and didn't pay my college the full amount of tuition. Found out I cannot return to school until that tuition is paid off.
March: Found out that we (bf and I) are moving into a house with his mom and sister. So, started looking for houses instead of other apartments. Bf decided he’s going to school.
April: Ran into conflicts with the family, but soon resolved them. Also tried to do taxes, but bf failed to do that because he had to file for the passed 4yrs instead of just 2010. Hockey season ended, and got much less hours at work. Bf decided for good that he’s going to school. Also became common-law married this month to my bf. My work starts causing me problems, because they think I'm not 'doing my job' even though all I do is count money. That's all the job is. They're trying to say that I don't know how to count.
May: Running out of time to find a new place (had no luck), but found this place and moved in. Basically spent the whole month removing the owner’s belongings from the premises, because he was too lazy to do it himself, and started on required repairs. Hubby changed his mind again, about going to school, but after a few words with him, I got him to settle with just going to school. Now my job says I'm causing problems with coworkers, when I'm really not. Too bad I can't read minds, then I'll never have to worry about it.
June: Transferred appropriate utilities, couldn’t unpack because owner’s/landlord’s stuff was still in the way and repairs to the house were still underway. Discovered black mould throughout the whole house. Also picked up the rest of my belongings from my parents’ house in Guelph. OSAP started demanding payments. Got written up for being late too many times and for still not doing my job, which is bull[removed]. I got written up for not being able to read my coworkers' minds, basically.
July 3rd: Found out that the landlord hasn’t paid his mortgage since February.
July 4th: Started looking for houses again.
July 18th: This house goes up for sale. If landlord doesn’t sell it, the bank will foreclose mid September.
July 19th: Only shift this month, and they give me [removed] for having to be told what to do. They try to say that I don't give a crap about my job, and that I should really think about if I want this job or not. I showed up early with proper "uniform" and a smile on my face, and they sent me home before my shift even started.
July 21st: I got hired for another part time job.
July 26th: Still can’t unpack because the repairs are still not done. We don’t have any more money, the landlord hasn’t paid us back yet, and the landlord still doesn’t have any money to help finish the repairs.
July 28th: Still looking for another house, and I just found out that I can’t go on vacation with my own family who I haven’t seen in over a month now because we live in different cities. Now I know I can’t see them for another two months until the move is done. Perhaps even longer than that because I had a fight with my mom.
August: Hopefully we'll have found a place before the end of the month, and working on moving. Also, we'll be going on a camping trip if we have the funds for it.
September: Middle of the month, if we haven't moved out yet, we'll be evicted because the bank foreclosed on the house that we're currently in.
By the way, ever since around february or march, I've been receiving calls from collections for a couple credit cards, which is a looooooong story. I'd be homeless by now if it weren't for those credit cards, but ... anyway... Non-stop calls from collections since March, I think it was. Started a debt solutions program in June, but now I'm worried about not having enough money for it because I have to move again. Somehow, I have to come up with the money for that each month, plus moving costs, and rent.
My wallet is not heavy, and it's definitely not worth stealing. I'm really hoping that this new job will offer me the hours that I need, but I have the feeling that I'll have to keep my other job as well to make up for any days that I don't work at my new job.
Actually, scratch that. That other job causes me way too much stress. I'm giving my two weeks notice right now.
Apr 9
Fearless
What would cross your mind if you died tomorrow?
Would you have any regrets, or would you be glad that you're just a memory?
I hope there would be more than just the two thoughts.
What would you do if you just moved to somewhere new and signed a one year lease, but then found out that a psycho lived right beside you after you’ve gotten your stuff moved in and all unpacked? Bound legally to your new place, all you can do is put more locks and an alarm on your front door. However, your front door is a hollow wooden door, so if he really wanted to get in, all he would need is a strong baseball bat (which he already has) and are easy enough to come across even if he didn’t have one. He’s the type of guy to carry a loaded gun on him though, too. He enjoys getting drunk, but he gets amnesia the morning after because he gets uncontrollably angry. He saw your loved ones trying to help his family out, and all you can hope for is that it’s one of the things that he forgets because he doesn’t want help.
You have a roommate that has a large build, and he knows how to fight, and you even have a hiding spot planned out. He spends a lot of time away though, so you’re basically screwed if the man decides to make an attack, and the police won’t do anything because they’re a large flock of seagulls. Not pigs. London cops are seagulls.
There’s enough on your mind as it is. The last thing you need is fear of being murdered for no good reason. Not only do you not have a job, but you don’t have content insurance either. This guy could come home any day of the week, any hour of the day or night, and be drunk and decide it’s your time to die.
. . .
I don’t know about you, but that would be
absolutely terrifying if you knew somebody
wouldn’t hesitate to kill you
if they remembered you.
Feb 15
Peter the Rabbit
So, I totally just got a pet rabbit. I got him on a thursday, February 3rd of this year. My boyfriend and I named him Peterlol
We're really happy with him so far. The only thing he really doesn't like is getting his nails trimmed. He gets really mad when we try doing that.
He's really adorable though. He's a black dwarf hotot rabbit, currently two and a half months old. I'll have some photos up soon. I have to make them smaller so that they don't stretch the page and all that jazz.
Sorry this one's so short lol I'll be sure to post more later!
Jan 26
Nothing Like Dreaming
Who was it that said there's nothing wrong with dreaming? It just seems like the kind of thing that everybody says these days. With having to figure out what you want to be when you grow up, what college/university you're gonna go to once you get that high school diploma. I don't see much of actually encouraging kids to enhance the skills they already have. Everything seems to be about the future.
Getting people ahead of themselves and making them figure something out that they really can't figure out overnight is not the way we should be raising our kids. Throughout my entire childhood, I wanted to be a country veterinarian, like taking care of horses and large livestock. However, once I got to grade ten in high school, I found out that I had to take physics, and chemistry, along with biology. I didn't have a problem with biology, but physics and chemistry was never my pot of tea. So, the only choice I had was going with courses that I already had the prerequisites for, which was communications technology. For those who don't know, comm tech is all about graphic design, which is web design, advertisements, making company logos, layouts for advertisements and magazines, etc.
I'm just figuring out now that I've always loved writing and music. There was a time that I wrote lyrics to songs that I wanted to learn how to make. I have experience with the flute, tenor sax, and the piano, but the one thing above all that I always wanted to learn, was the acoustic guitar. And singing. I absolutely love singing, but I know I'm no Shania Twain.
I love writing stories, but I can never think of a good ending. I actually wrote a story in grade 8/9 on paper that ended up being about an inch stack, but the only ending I could think of was all the characters dying in a fatal car accident on their way to a party. That story is long gone now though... in the garbage... probably recycled to something else by now. Not only that, but there was four parts to it, each with a different theme and purpose, but somehow in the end they all tied in together with the same characters.
It might have been pretty confusing to someone that tried to read it, but I'm still pretty amazed that I got that far in a story and still couldn't think of a good ending.
Anyway, throughout high school I was all about going to school for graphic design because I loved drawing and knew it was a semi good paying career. So, I got into college for graphic design. First semester, it was way too much work for me and I ended up failing a couple of classes. I also had to move away from home, so it was my first time living on my own and I went through a really bad break up during that first semester as well, so the depression from that definitely did not help.
So I took the classes that I failed just in September 2010, finished and passed all my classes in December 2010. They're making me wait until May 2011 to continue the course, though. Instead of switching me to a September intake student so that I could have just continued in January, they're making me remain a January intake student. So now it's like I started the course in the beginning of this month instead of last January, but this time I don't have to show up for the first semester because I already completed all those classes.
Now I'm thinking though, if one semester was too much for me, what would the next three years do? I really don't want to keep retaking classes. My three year program has already turned into four.
So, with all that drawing and stressed deadlines, graphic design is just not my forte. It never was. Everybody keeps saying "Omg that's really cool!" (or something along those lines) when I tell them about what course I'm taking. I suppose I just wanted to be the really cool person that everyone knows that's gonna make millions when she's done school.
I don't even enjoy drawing anymore because of what my college has put me through. My high school was all about getting students ready for college/university, but they really have no idea what it's like. My high school definitely did not prepare me. So, now, the only other course that I'm eligible for is interior design, which is something I've been interested in trying. Graphic design is the busiest course that anybody could get into, so I'm hoping interior design will be easier.
I'm going to be putting my role playing skills to work, though, too. I'm actually going to write a story that will have to be put into a series if it ever gets published. I'm hoping at least one of my childhood dreams come true.
- become a singer, or produce at least a couple of songs
- become an artist of sorts, or create a couple masterpieces that make people stand and stare for a while
- volunteer for a local animal care center, and eventually get a job or a few friends from working there
(that's just to list a couple)
but yeah. from all the growing up, focussing on something I'd love to be, now I'm screwed, because that something that I wanted to be, is not where my skills are. So I'm either stuck in school for another ten years, or I do something in interior design. Which is only good money if you make a name for yourself. I just wish I really paid more attention to defining some good skills.
I hope you (whoever's reading this) will do (or have done) a lot better than me.
11:40 AM May 19
