[IMPORTANT/HIATUS] ...
13 years ago
If you're reading this, it means you probably won't see me again for a while.
I'm typing this on an on-screen keyboard.
My mom...she grounded me again.
Again.
All because more than half of a bottle of blue cheese dressing was gone in under a week.
She doesn't believe me when I tell her that it wasn't me who used the majority of it up.
Then she goes on about why I don't have a job yet.
...you already know where this is going.
Until I find a job...my phone and computer is confiscated. Again.
Just to let you know, this is impossible to do because of school.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, please read the following:
"Ever since the summer, they've been trying to find innovative ways to separate me from my 'obsession' of electronics. So that I can get a job.
So that I can buy my own phone, and my own laptop (which I really hate compared to desktops, but...eh). It's pretty much just 2 + 2.
Just...just think about it for one second.
This is what my schedule is to be, if I was to get a job, working weekly.
6:30 - wake up.
7:30 - catch school bus.
8:25-3:15 - school.
3:30-5:30 - night school (due to catching up on credits so I can skip to being a senior next year)
6:00-8:00 - work (because I won't be making much if I just work an hour a day.
Should I even continue with this? By the time I get home, I'll be tuckered out, not having enough energy to do chores, let alone personal time.
And they expect me to be in bed by 10:00pm.
My mom's 'solution' to this problem? Work on weekends and half-days only.
.....what.
So you're telling me that someone's going to hire a 17-year old that can only work during the weekends and on half-days (every other Wednesday)?
Get real. I've explained this to many employers while trying to apply. They all turned me down.
Hell, half of them weren't even applying."
So there you have it.
Commissions, IA, plus a little side project that probably wasn't even going to take up most of my time...
And I get grounded.
Again.
*sigh.*
Well. Here's to another hiatus.
-MCI
I'm typing this on an on-screen keyboard.
My mom...she grounded me again.
Again.
All because more than half of a bottle of blue cheese dressing was gone in under a week.
She doesn't believe me when I tell her that it wasn't me who used the majority of it up.
Then she goes on about why I don't have a job yet.
...you already know where this is going.
Until I find a job...my phone and computer is confiscated. Again.
Just to let you know, this is impossible to do because of school.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, please read the following:
"Ever since the summer, they've been trying to find innovative ways to separate me from my 'obsession' of electronics. So that I can get a job.
So that I can buy my own phone, and my own laptop (which I really hate compared to desktops, but...eh). It's pretty much just 2 + 2.
Just...just think about it for one second.
This is what my schedule is to be, if I was to get a job, working weekly.
6:30 - wake up.
7:30 - catch school bus.
8:25-3:15 - school.
3:30-5:30 - night school (due to catching up on credits so I can skip to being a senior next year)
6:00-8:00 - work (because I won't be making much if I just work an hour a day.
Should I even continue with this? By the time I get home, I'll be tuckered out, not having enough energy to do chores, let alone personal time.
And they expect me to be in bed by 10:00pm.
My mom's 'solution' to this problem? Work on weekends and half-days only.
.....what.
So you're telling me that someone's going to hire a 17-year old that can only work during the weekends and on half-days (every other Wednesday)?
Get real. I've explained this to many employers while trying to apply. They all turned me down.
Hell, half of them weren't even applying."
So there you have it.
Commissions, IA, plus a little side project that probably wasn't even going to take up most of my time...
And I get grounded.
Again.
*sigh.*
Well. Here's to another hiatus.
-MCI
FA+

And it's even MORE fucked up how they even think anyone in this economy's gonna hire ANYONE with only weekend-only/half-day shifts.
REALITY CHECK TO PARENTS!
Only response from her.
SHE DON'T KNOW JACKSHIT.
This seems like a heck of an over reaction for a bottle of dressing...
Fuck that shit, I would fling that entire thing against her head & move out, guessing his state has emancipation laws for his age.
Here's hoping this hiatus doesn't last too long.