Meh.
The days of lighthearted non-caring have ended.
Four years ago, money was not a problem, it wasn't even a factor for me. I could get the occasional computer game, I had a bed to sleep in, food to eat, a computer to play on, I didn't care. What the hell would I do with money? Literally, I didn't understand it at all. (Probably not four years ago, a little further back maybe, but that's neither here nor there.)
Lots of change.
Now, money is everything. I want to get lunch at college? Money. I want to go to a concert? Money. I want to go to a movie? Money. I'm responsible, I have actual responsibility. this brings me swiftly to my next topic.
Jobs. Jobs jobs jobs. Jobs.
I hate the concept. "Hey, want more than a life living on the streets without any food or a roof over your head? Okay, all you have to do is sit in this cubicle/Behind this till/In this stock room for 10 hours a day doing the most tedious mind-numbing thing you can imagine. Okay?" I guess i'm not exactly alone in the wish to do nothing except simply go to college without having to worry about money. I don't want to be a millionaire or anything, I just want to be able to fucking live.
Now, living with just my mother, our household income isn't exactly extroadinary. For the last 14-15 years, my mom has worked herself into the fucking ground keeping us afloat, and able to live with commodities and luxuries. Only now, 14-15 years too late, do I realise how much she has actually done for me, how many days, weeks, months, years, she has sacrificed simply so that I could have a nice upbringing, and there I was, at age 4, throwing a tantrum because we had no ice cream, I was so fucking oblivious that the only thing keeping us from near bankruptcy was the monthly child support paycheques we received from my father (Another story, another time). 3 weeks ago, he mailed us a court order saying that he didn't want to pay anymore, and to contest it, we'd have to fly to America for 2 weeks. Either way, we lose basically the same amount of money. Fucking asshole.
So, of course, I needed a job.
Special reserve fiasco aside, i've blogged about my job in a clothes store in the last 2-3 posts. Induction was fine, I went there, learned what I had to do, did it, for 2 weeks. Apparently, my regular Friday and Saturday hours were just "Training Hours". My supervisor gave me my regular schedule today, before work. Now, I won't say my college life is hard, it's not, at all. 3 days a week is fucking bliss. On top of college, here was my proposed work schedule.
Monday: College 9-4:30, Work 6-10pm
Tuesday: Work 12:00 - 8:00pm
Wednesday: Day off
Thursday: College 9-4:30
Friday: College 9-4:30, Work 6-10pm
Saturday: Work 12:00 - 8:00pm
Sunday: Work 12:00 - 8:00pm
Add on top of this, our increasing college workload, and the fact that we're meant to be putting in 20ish hours a week into our work outside of college, and where the fuck am I supposed to be fitting it all in? My supervisor, after being told of my schedule said "These are the christmas hours, if you can't manage it, then we have a problem". No, I can't manage it, you stupid fuck. So that's it. Child Support has stopped, cash reserves are depleting, and i'm now out of a job DURING the jobless christmas period. Fantastic.
Anyway, enough about that, I usually find something else to bitch about.
You know what, I sat here for about 5 minutes right now thinking of something, but I just can't.
Signing off.
Four years ago, money was not a problem, it wasn't even a factor for me. I could get the occasional computer game, I had a bed to sleep in, food to eat, a computer to play on, I didn't care. What the hell would I do with money? Literally, I didn't understand it at all. (Probably not four years ago, a little further back maybe, but that's neither here nor there.)
Lots of change.
Now, money is everything. I want to get lunch at college? Money. I want to go to a concert? Money. I want to go to a movie? Money. I'm responsible, I have actual responsibility. this brings me swiftly to my next topic.
Jobs. Jobs jobs jobs. Jobs.
I hate the concept. "Hey, want more than a life living on the streets without any food or a roof over your head? Okay, all you have to do is sit in this cubicle/Behind this till/In this stock room for 10 hours a day doing the most tedious mind-numbing thing you can imagine. Okay?" I guess i'm not exactly alone in the wish to do nothing except simply go to college without having to worry about money. I don't want to be a millionaire or anything, I just want to be able to fucking live.
Now, living with just my mother, our household income isn't exactly extroadinary. For the last 14-15 years, my mom has worked herself into the fucking ground keeping us afloat, and able to live with commodities and luxuries. Only now, 14-15 years too late, do I realise how much she has actually done for me, how many days, weeks, months, years, she has sacrificed simply so that I could have a nice upbringing, and there I was, at age 4, throwing a tantrum because we had no ice cream, I was so fucking oblivious that the only thing keeping us from near bankruptcy was the monthly child support paycheques we received from my father (Another story, another time). 3 weeks ago, he mailed us a court order saying that he didn't want to pay anymore, and to contest it, we'd have to fly to America for 2 weeks. Either way, we lose basically the same amount of money. Fucking asshole.
So, of course, I needed a job.
Special reserve fiasco aside, i've blogged about my job in a clothes store in the last 2-3 posts. Induction was fine, I went there, learned what I had to do, did it, for 2 weeks. Apparently, my regular Friday and Saturday hours were just "Training Hours". My supervisor gave me my regular schedule today, before work. Now, I won't say my college life is hard, it's not, at all. 3 days a week is fucking bliss. On top of college, here was my proposed work schedule.
Monday: College 9-4:30, Work 6-10pm
Tuesday: Work 12:00 - 8:00pm
Wednesday: Day off
Thursday: College 9-4:30
Friday: College 9-4:30, Work 6-10pm
Saturday: Work 12:00 - 8:00pm
Sunday: Work 12:00 - 8:00pm
Add on top of this, our increasing college workload, and the fact that we're meant to be putting in 20ish hours a week into our work outside of college, and where the fuck am I supposed to be fitting it all in? My supervisor, after being told of my schedule said "These are the christmas hours, if you can't manage it, then we have a problem". No, I can't manage it, you stupid fuck. So that's it. Child Support has stopped, cash reserves are depleting, and i'm now out of a job DURING the jobless christmas period. Fantastic.
Anyway, enough about that, I usually find something else to bitch about.
You know what, I sat here for about 5 minutes right now thinking of something, but I just can't.
Signing off.
posted by Random_Person_042 at 1:09 AM
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