hellkitten

Okay, I found out that my shitty credit report has screwed me for getting the Prospera job. Although, the lady would really like to hire me so she's trying to get an 'ok' from the credit department. I haven't heard from her since Monday at 10am, so who knows what's going on there. I really hope I get this job because things are getting worse at home. I wasn't aware that the cable/internet was in a bad state; it was cut off this morning. So, I won't be around much in the coming weeks.

Sometimes I wonder if I should move out. I mean, hell, if I want to live with all the amenities that I'm used to I'll have to pay at least a grand to get everything turned back on. The cable/internet was cut off, the hot water will be cut off this week, and so will the phone. The phone and cable/internet being cut off means there's no way to contact our business and bring sales our way, so that means no possible money for my parents to pay for this shit. Fuck I hate being the only one with a fucking brain in their head at home. I keep saying, 'Sell the house to a swooper (Swooper is Dad's word for people who buy houses in foreclosure and flip them)! Get what you can for it!' but he won't budge. If I had any money at all I would beg to live at a friends for a week or two just to get out of the situation. At least I'm doing something about -my- jobless situation. I can't believe I've become the responsible one.