tuesday

I had the worst fucking day. Really. I'm so going to get another job. I told Stef I'd wait until after the wedding (cause we work together) but yesterday I was talking to Melissa and she said by the next time she sees me I better have a plan for getting my ass out of that store. (I think maybe Mel just wants me to go work at the coffeehouse or the record store so I can hook her up with the good stuff) So, yeah, I get home from work and there's a fifteen minute message on the machine from my boyfriend's mom. She's so fuckin crazy, really like I fear for my safety. Today's scream fest was about some hospital bills of my boyfriends that went to their house instead of ours and the taxes on his truck. Why she feels the need to open his mail I don't know. He's changed his address at the post office, I don't know why it's still going there. They are white trash in the worst way. Like I thought it was bad that some of my family still lives in the swamp and doesn't speak english. Oh no. I'm talkin Jerry Springer here people. When the boy and I had the "do we want to have kids" talk I flat out refused unless we moved away from his family. Which I know is harsh but no child of mine is going sit on the porch and spit out racial slurs at the neighbors with a Slim Jim in one hand and can of Bud in the other. Fuck that.
Sorry. I got off track there. Anyway. I actually feel better now.