i’ve never really had a good job, to be proud of. i’ve always had stupid little jobs just to pay me to get by in life. i finally went to school and got my dream job, which was to work at MAC cosmetics. i got paid 15 dollars an hour the most i’ve ever gotten paid at a job. i was sooo happy. i was ontop of my world for the first time, ever.
during the holidays i worked all the time, everyday, long hours. they loved me, and i was sooo happy everyday, i always gave 110%. . . then the hours slowed down, because the holidays were over, and then they were letting people go and never calling me, so then my money ran short. so i stopped paying for my cell phone, then i got kicked out of my parents. luckily i had a friend who let me stay with him, that was 7 months ago. without my phone MAC never calls me, they dont have any way too. i never called them and gave them another number to reach me at, so my bad. but now its been so many months im embarassed to call them, even tho i can, because im only a freelancer. technically i still work for them, i just need to give them a call.
but now i moved in with my boyfriends parents because our lease on the apartment was up. and we’ve both been living here for the past 4 months with no jobs, but he’s in a band who is actually kinda making it, and is signed with poboy records and hes making some money that way, plus he gets paid from his old job because he got laid off. so we survive and his parents are the most amazing people i’ve ever met, and they take good care of us.
my friend said as long as everything is going smoothly and everyone is happy to take this time to chill and relax while i can. but i just feel like a bag of shit sitting around with they’re son everyday eating all they’re food and never having money to do what i want to, even tho my bf usually pays for everything.
i dont know where im trying to get with this, the point is i’ve gotten sooooo use to sitting around with him everyday that im comfortable, i’ve become a homebody. i never wanna go out on the town and get all dressed up, i wanna just sit around with my bf and drink beers and watch tv. i need a kick in the ass or something, and the sad thing is my parents could give two shits, what i do. and his parents are the complete opposite, theyre always wondering what hes up too, and they talk to him everyday, theyre amazing, theyre everything i wish i had as parents.
then sometimes i get depressed cuz im upset that i dont have a family who will do anything for me and love me like they do him, but then sometimes i feel blessed, like my dad in heaven sent him to me, so i could see what a real family is like, and im sooo lucky to be a part of his family.
i wish someone could force me out of the house and force me to get a job!
hoping someone can help me.
