There’s been lots going on these last few days…
I talked to Regina (the aunt who I was going to beg to help me with my car) last week. When I was telling her about the quotes I got from the repair shops, she wrote down all the info from Ridgetop Auto and took it upon herself to go talk to them. I guess she liked them because she called me back the next day and told me to get my car up there. I never even had to ask her to help me. She just jumped right in and took over. I was surprised, but thinking about it now, I don’t know why. I know she’d do anything in her power to help me, just like the rest of my family. I guess the fact that we’re not close in proximity anymore made me forget that we’re still close in our hearts. I’m a little ashamed of myself for ever doubting it.
Anyway…Debbie said my car should be ready in about a week. She said to expect 10 days, but that’s allowing for something to go wrong, which she doesn’t foresee happening. I’m soooo excited. I know that having my car fixed will allow me to look for a better job farther than within walking distance from my house. The closer to home, the better, but I’ll take what I can get at this point.
Friday, Heather and I loaded up the chirrens and we went camping at Paris Landing State Park. It was most awesome! I love camping. I had never even been before last summer when Heather took me. The suckiest part is not being able to sleep in because it’s too damn hot. So we had to get up before 10 or else die of heat stroke in the tent. I was really worried about Bai’s asthma so I took the nebulizer and my stethoscope to keep it in check. We also got a sample Advair in addition to her rescue inhaler, just in case. I listened to her breathing before we left and she had very slight wheezing on the right side so I gave her a couple of puffs on the inhaler and a benedryl. That night I took her up to the bath house and gave her a breathing treatment. Saturday she was still wheezing a little so I gave her puffs, but then Sunday she was perfectly clear. I was so relieved. I just knew she’d be sick as hell being outside in the heat for days and around that camp fire constantly. I’m so glad she didn’t get sick and got to have fun. We went fishing a lot. Bai didn’t fish much. I guess she just doesn’t get into it. Jacob did though. He caught a few. More than me, I think. Heather was catching bass left and right. I like fishing, but I don’t care what kind of fish I catch. It could be a 10lb. bass or a tiny little sunfish…either way is as exciting as the other. We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. We ate s’mores. We swam in the river, which was rough because of the storms we’ve had lately. The waves felt like ocean waves. Bai was too scared to get in, which is really weird because normally she’ll swim around a pool in her little arm floaters no matter deep it is. I guess the waves scared her. And Jacob, who normally won’t get in the deep end of a pool, was floating out in the river like a professional surfer. He kept saying, “I’m riding the waves!” It was really cool. We came home Monday and after Heather and I got the kids dropped off and got the truck unloaded, we passed out. We fell asleep around 4:30pm Monday afternoon, woke up long enough to take the dog out and eat, went back to bed, and didn’t get up until time to get ready for work on Tuesday. Oh we were so tired.
Yesterday morning I got into it with Curt. I was talking to Heather about getting my car fixed and his stupid ass chimes in with “You’re putting way too much money into that car.” Say what?!? I told him that there’s no such thing as too much money for that car because of the sentimental value it holds and he says, “and you wonder why you come up short” meaning financially. I started to tell him that the reason I come up short is because he pays me shit money and doesn’t schedule me any hours, but I caught myself and walked away. After that, I was so pissed I was hoping he would say something else to me. I dare him. Where the fuck does he get off telling me anything. It’s none of his business what I do with my money, first of all. Second, if I could afford a monthly car payment, maybe I would re-think fixing the Honda, but I can’t. Third, I’m not even the one paying for the car to be fixed. Granted I’m paying Regina back as much as I can as often as I can and then all of it when I get my income tax refund, but for now, it’s not my money. Fourth, MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, ASSHOLE! What concern is it of yours? Just sign the damn paychecks and shut the fuck up. Oh, and then in the middle of lunch I had to refill the lettuce bin and he says, “you should fill one and put it down below in the morning so that all you have to do is grab it.” Ya think? You stupid son-of-a-bitch, I do that every morning. The same way I’ve done it every morning for the past year and half. We’ve been busier lately so we’re using that back-up bin before lunch is over. So I had to re-fill it during lunch. When he said that to me, my reply, with as much attitude as I could muster, was “I did that. We used it.” I hate him.
Today was exhausting. Lunch was busy as hell and Heather put me on the make unit, which basically meant that the pace of the entire lunch rush rested on my shoulders so I had the pressure of keeping up. Plus it was about 500 degrees in there. Everyone was gone by 2 so that left Heather and me to finish cleaning up. The good news, though...Curt wasn't there today. He came in and opened the store this morning and then left for the day. I don't know where he went, but I'm glad he was gone. We were slow in the evening so Heather and I got some shit done for in the morning since we open. I am so tired. With a capital T. Tired.
My friend's mom, the one who was in the hospital, is doing much better. She had a collapsed lung and underwent a successful surgery. She's home now and Nichole is in much better spirits. She's dealing with drama, as always, in her personal life. But that's nothing new and I secretly look forward to hearing about what's going on this time, for entertainment purposes. It's always something. Some guy, or a few guys. Her cousin. Her mom. Another guy. A pregnancy here and there. Soap opera writers should take notes. I love the shit outta her, though. She's so much fun when she's in a good mood. We laugh hysterically at stupid shit and get in trouble for "having too much fun." I sure am gonna miss her when I finally find something else.
I've been calling a few of the places where I put in applications. The mapco down the road, within walking distance, is hiring for 3rd shift. I'm interested, but I need to seriously think it over because that would totally fuck up my sleep pattern and possibly hinder time I could spend with Heather. It would be good for the child care situation, though. They could stay here with me all day. Of course I'd kill them because they would keep me awake. But I could spend time with them when I wasn't sleeping. Maybe I need to look into a 3rd shift job. I think the stockers at Wal-Mart make pretty good money. Hmmm....
Welp, I reckon it's high time I got offa here. I'm gonna find something to snack on and then hit the hay. Or something like that.
Deuces!
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