Danielle's Other Other OTHER Online Journal

So, I'm now just puttering around on the Internet until I have to go in. I really should tackle some writing, so that I can have more to post once I'm done posting the Cloud/Barret fic. And it's just mind-blowing to finally be posting it and have people enjoy the fic, since I original wrote the bulk of it two years ago.

This weekend thus far has been all kinds of weird. I had a co-worker threaten me, which isn't un-like the person who did it. Then, I had the GM and AGM close the store last night, which hasn't happened in god knows how long. Then, this morning I had a co-worker help me pick up our new fridge. I'm completely broke at this point and have to make due for two weeks on $200. I need to go get a bunch of Ramen and learn to eat that again. Instead, I've been doing fast food in the weeks since our last fridge died on us.

I'm hoping to get back into the routine of eating at home, because it'll save me a lot of money. This really needs to happen, as I want to seriously save up for a car now. I know that gas is through the roof, but I don't think that I can get by without a car any longer. I'm wanting to travel around and I need a car to run my errands these days. It'd be awesome to finally have a truck like I've always wanted, but I'm simply going to have to settle for some little podunk car.

I'm a bit more settled since the last time I wrote, as my original journal's server came back up and my entries were all there, thank god. I tried once again to check out the exporting tool, but it all looked like gibberish to me. I'm so out-of-the-loop! It definitely makes me feel incompetent, which isn't all that unusual given the type of people I work with on a daily basis.

It's no so much that I am completely incompetent in my work, but that I'm treated as though I am. Even when I bust my behind to do what needs to be done, whether it's part of my job description or not, I still can't win for losing. I never fail to wonder why I even both showing up or working as hard as I do, but I do notice the fact that I still haven't given up.

I had every intention of doing so on this past Friday, but my Mom told me that she was considering going back to her last employer who laid her off three years ago. Now, this is the jackass that did everything he could to undermine her at every turn, but could always depend on my mom to stick it out. Well, he called several days ago and asked her to come back, again. The first time he wanted her back, he had one of his employees ask for him.

She told him that she would think about it and is currently drafting her list of demands. I'm really hoping that they can come to a middle ground, because we need the money more than ever. If she can even consider going back to the hell she lived for ten years, then I figure that I can continue to give my crappy job a try. If she just got even a part-time job, that would take some of the strain off of my paychecks. I could then save more money and perhaps travel more often.

I'd have to stop claiming her on my taxes, which would shucks, but what can you do? I don't want the gov't to come after me for taxes. They tend not to joke around about money, even though the gov't would gleefully screw its citizens over for a bit of green. Guh. But what can you expect from gov't officials? They don't have to worry about getting their bills paid or whether they'll be able to afford their next meal. So what does it matter if Sally Sue gets the shaft?

All right. I'm going to do a bit more piddling and then head in.

Danielle