| | Well I created this xanga account for some odd reason. I guess I might
as well put it to good use, and start journaling since its supposed to
be thereapeutic. Im really not in the mood to write, but what the hell.
I had a really bad day today (what else is new?) My mom woke me up
cause dollar bank's security department was on the phone. They were
calling concering some transactions ive made over the past couple days
on my debit card. (they never call me, why the hell are they calling me
now)Stupid fucking aol, they are charnging me $18 a month to use aol
for broadband! then on top of that they are charging 14.95 a month for
aol for dial up? WTF!!! I dont even have a dial up modem, and these
fuckers are charging 18 a month just so access some content I can
access anywhere on the internet??! What kind of bullshit is that? Im
gonna call them cancel my account and have them retro me for the
seperate 14.95 they were charging for something I wasn;t using
If they give me a bunch of shit I swear im gonna get an attorney on
their ass. After that I went to school, and I was late for career
development ( i donpt really care cause they guy doesn't really teach
anything just makes us work on our assignments) I had all my
assingments done for the quarter so since he wasnlt there I just
emailed him everything that was due. After that I went to Barnes &
Noble to do some reading on asperger syndrome. Liane Holiday- willey
gives a great account of what its like to live with AS and she gives
real good practical advice from dealing with employment, college,and
sensory issues. While I was reading cracker barrel gives me a call
telling me they want me to come in later cause they weren;t the busy (
i already dont have enough hours this week )
after that I went to baja fresh to get something to eat, came back to B
& N to change and of course their were two guys waiting in line for
one stall.) Cracker barrel has this stupid
policy of not letting you change at work. I finally got in and when I
got in the car it was 2 o clock the time I was supposed to be in ( I
was 2 minutes away though). WHen I left I realized my cell phone was
missing but i didnlt have to time to look for it. When I got to CB, my
co worker Theresea told me they had fallen behind in the dishroom cause
they suddenly got busy soon after they called. Well it was me and
edigar til 3 then I was by myself from 3-5)
Most of the time edigar was there, we were trying to do a trash run
that would have been had i had been there. I couldn;t keep up cause
everythihng had fallen so behind in the dishroom. I was so pissed even
though my manager Victoria told me it was ok. ( she is a very
understanding manager, and the whole place in geneeral has been good to
me, thats why I stay, I just can;t stand the bullshit I have to put up
with when I am there) at exaclty 5 which was the time I was off ( ya 3
hours whooppee) I left I didnlt give a shit what condition the dishroom
was in. Its not my problem they don;lt know how to manage. So i
realized I left my cell phone over at barnes and noble so I went and
got that. after that I had to contend with rush hour traffic. I ended
up gridlocking in North fayette, and sitting in traffic for almost an
hour on the parkway. When i got home my mom just had to announce how
badly I smelled after I just off work at cracker barrel ( I think thats
so rude I just wanted to smack her ) I
took shower, ate dinner, and had to listen to Jenna whine cause she had
nothing cause she didnlt come out on time. Later on I wanted to go up
the store and couldn;t find my wallet. I reall snapped then!) I started
running around the house frantically trying to find it.I was
practically having a panic attack. I started accusing Jenna of stealing
my wallet, of course my dad felt the need to critisize like he always
does and what hes best at. Hes such a horrible father. Well this was
going on I started having flashbacks about kids making fun of me at
school, it was as if they were happening again. They were making fun of
me cause I nwas flipping out over my wallet. While I had my car keys in
my hand, I started imagining myself stabbing this girl who used to fuck
with me in the eye, and then when principal arrives throwing test tubes
and chemical beaks at him. I finnaly found my wallet on the floor,went
to sunoco to treat myself to some ice cream, ciggys, apple pie, grape
soda, a muffin, and some fruiti punch. God my life sucks. write more
later I wanna sleep now.
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