nyghtwish

Well, I'm screwed. Big time. At the end of the summer, I made it completely clear that I would like to come back to that job for winter break and if they needed me other times, I would see what I could do. They never contacted me so I assumed things had worked out. Stupid me. So I go into work yesterday to try to turn in my schedule and the boss is like, "We thought you quit." GAH! No I didn't! Apparently they assumed that since I hadn't worked in a couple of months that I had quit! Now, I suppose that's a relatively good assumption, except that they knew I was going back to school and that I explicitly told them that I wanted to work and that if they needed me they could call!!! AAAARGH!!!

So I'm out of a job. And all the money that I thought I'd be making over the course of this holiday. Which, while not much, I would have been able to scrape by with for a couple of months. And started paying back my credit card bill from Christmas shopping. Dammit. Anyway, it's pretty much settled that I'm going to have to get a real job next semester and quit the campus job. I don't consider it a real job because I made $585 a SEMESTER. I figured if I was waiting tables a couple times a week I could make some $$$...at least enough to survive.

This fucking sucks. I hate worrying about money. I thought I wouldn't have to be worrying this much about money. Fuck my job. Fuck all of them. Fuck them that every time I turn around, they've somehow screwed me. Fuck them for treating me like shit even though I did everything they asked for and more. I should start one of those "send me $1" websites. People seem to do well with that.

*Edit* Okay now I have more shit to be pissed about. I'm supposed to be going to a party at the same place I partied for Halloween (or right before.) One of the roommates is moving and they're throwing him a going away party. Fine. So I got invited, which is all good. Then today Carl calls and is like, "Hey, Kenny's girlfriend is going to be there, so...no sex in the champagne room." Fine, I understand. But then I get to thinking...okay, that's weird. Why does Carl care? He shouldn't. But they're best friends (Carl and Kenny) so now I think Kenny said something. Maybe because he's mad at me because of what happened last time. But that was not entirely my doing! First of all, we were drunk. Second, although it was me that kissed him first, it was because he wouldn't stop sticking his tongue out at me (god this sounds like middle school or something.) I mean, we were drunk for heaven's sake.

However, it was definitely not me that put his hand up my shirt and in my bra. That was him. So he has no right to be mad at me. But if he is, that would explain why he hasn't talked to me since then and why he hasn't talked to me since I've been home either. I went over there the other night and he barely said three words to me. And he went to bed shortly after I got there.

And I went to see him at work today because I wanted to talk to him about whether or not he was mad at me, and yet again, barely three words. Not that he's ever particularly forthcoming, there was definitely something weird. So whatever. I don't care if he's mad, he can be mad all he wants. I just want him to feel like shit for being mad at me over something he participated equally in. I mean, give me a fucking break.