Well, the person who was causing my family had an emotional breakdown of his own. And now, things are worse than that...

Friday morning, I was supposed to pull the openning shift at work. I had to leave home at 5:15am to be ontime at 6am. I take Rascal, my pomeranian puppy, out for a walk before I actually leave. Friday, I got back at 5:10am from his walk. 5:15 am, time to leave, and the car has been stolen. My brother called the police, they followed standard procedure. Mom called the dealership. They want the police report. All I want to do is fucking go to work. I had to call my boss and tell her that I wouldn't be able to make it in. Later that day, she takes me off the schedule for the rest of the weekend, and calls to let me know. Today, she calls and tells me I'm covered for the rest of the week, and If I can't find away to get to work, I pretty much won't have a job. After four and a half years of literally bending over backwards for her, and covering for her other employees that are less than reliable, she's being less than sympathatic and considerate for the problems I'm having.

I'm irate, morose, weary and just wanting to lay down and die. ¡Ya no puedo más! I'm sick of all the order in my life going to chaos and not being able to do anything about it. I'm buried in bills, fines, fees, a huge cut in hours and can't get out because the main person directing the money flow is putting off where our money should go. It's a wonder I even have a home right now!! =T-T=