30 Something

So I work at a gas station partime on the weekends this summer. It is the crappiets job, but it gives me something interesting to do besides lay in bed and eat. I started working the week that the supervisor was leaving to manage a new store. So she hired her mom as her replacement, despite the fact that there was an assistant manager (who left to go to the new store also) who knew the ins and outs. I would have suggested the assistant take over until the mom was well trained. It has been a downhill disaster every since. Someone has been scratching numbers off the lottery tickets. At first I was torn between calling the new manager to tell her, but after she mentioned it I felt it was my duty to let her know anytime I came in and the numbers were scratched off. I wanted to cover my own butt. So, on Sunday I called to inform her that a number was scratched off. She simply made a comment about watching the tapes to see who it was. On Monday I was called in to work for three hours because a girl got sick. Later on that evening I came back into to call to see if I could get a schedule change with a guy on Saturday and sure enough the girl working looks at other tickets and tells me that someone scratched the number. I told her to call the manager to let her know because it needs to be narrowed down who is doing it. Mind you, there are only 5 of us working and if the two of us aren't doing it and the other guy is so new and he's not doing it, that leaves the manager and the assistant. So as the girl is talking on the phone telling her that they are scratched off the manager says that i'm the one that is doing it. I was shocked. I just had to shake my head because not only was I the blame for the tickets, I was blame for missing cigarettes. Apparently I have my own private cigarette collection that I sell on the black market and for other things missing in the store. She told me that the manage repeatedly blames me for anything that goes wrong. Wow, is all that I had to say. I'm a believer in not pointing the finger unless I'm positively sure I know what happened. So I'm really believing that she has it out for me because why else would she not watch the tapes to see who indeed is causing off of the mischief. She has a lot of nerve.

A lot has happened since my last post. My lil bro (12) and my neice (3) came to visit. They stayed for about a month and a half. I have a new appreciation for single parents. I have spent so much money on food alone. My bro is only 12, but he looks like he's about 15. He's about 2 in. taller than me and weighs about 190lbs. He's a big boy for his age. I spent the entire time cleaning up after everyone. Sometimes 3 and 4 times a day. What is wrong with these kids. I speak a foreign language when I tell them to pick up their shoes and not leave clothes in the bathroom and to clean up the dishes after they finished eating. Man, I was exhausted.

I got a parttime job at a gas station which by far is the worst place that I've every worked. Actually working at a gas station isn't bad, it's this particular gas station that is horrible. At first I was working almost full time, but that made my stomach hurt so now I only work on the weekends which I love. I'm not beginning to enjoy my summer vacation. There are tons of other things that have gone on, but I can't get them all out at once.

I"m going to see a lawyer today. It's the video issue with Mister. Yes, him. I'm disgusted, but I have no choice. I've prayed to God for favor in this situation. I really want to get this matter taken care of, especially since he's gotten a job offer in Indianapolis. I hope he takes the job because then I can get away from him. I've been going to church and recommitting my life to God. I say recommitting because it seems like an everyday struggle just to stay saved. I know the Bible says that it's not hard to live saved, but some days I just want to "be" and when I am saved I can't just "be" cause "being" might mean that I"m fornicating or lying or talking bad about somebody. I've got to stay on the straight and narrow. It's also hard to live with some of my dirtiest demons or torments, but I keep praying.