The Insanity Continues

An update to this post.
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I hate managers who play favorites.

W has made comments about texting the other members of our team. As in they have text conversations like you do with friends. But she never texts me. Not even when she’s out sick or will be late.

She’s on vacation the end of next week and sent an email telling us to send a report we have to do to J. He’s only been here a YEAR! There’s no way he should be third in line behind her and A (who will also be out that day). It should be me since I’ve been here just a few months less than A.

C moved to another team so we have an empty desk in our area. Yesterday J moved to C’s old desk and W moved to J’s old desk. My first thought was now they can exclude me easier. And they did! The three of them went to lunch without me!

I am so tired of being treated like the red-headed step-child!

She says she appreciates my hard work but I don’t see it. I should have been promoted to senior biller by now but haven’t. And I’m certainly not being paid what I’m worth! Oh, and I still can’t use my COMPANY PROVIDED SICK DAYS without going to the doctor.

Stop treating me like a fucking child!

All of this lead to a very shitty day. It was made even shittier by the fact that I had to go to Walmart. I HATE going to Walmart, or any store to buy groceries.

On my way, my usual playlist wasn’t cutting it so I asked Siri to play some Halestorm thinking it would play the ONE album I own. I forgot that I have Apple Music so it started playing their discography. And the first three songs (Uncomfortable, Apocalyptic, and I Miss the Misery) just fit my mood perfectly. It was like Siri knew I needed some angry music to make me feel better.

At Walmart, I only bought things I absolutely need (plus a couple of extras, leaving the rest for later) because I was SO FUCKING ready to get home.

As I’ve mentioned before I hate getting my mail due to the location of the mailboxes in relation to my apartment. I’m waiting on a few things so I forced myself to get the mail today. And boy am I glad I did!

I opened my box and found a brown mailer envelope. I pulled it out and when I saw the return address, I got really happy because it was one of the things I was waiting for.



Thank you so much squidgiepdx! It is next in my to read pile.

I was trying so hard to not make any ranty posts but I need to get this off my chest because it has been going on for months and... Well, you'll see.

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I really need to get a real job making real money so I can get out of my shithole of an apartment and into one with a washer/dryer so I don’t have to rely on my mother anymore.

When I got here she told me that her and my dad were going to visit his mother who lives a couple of towns over (I live in the DFW area so she only lives about thirty minutes away).

I made a comment about trying the new McDonald’s Home style burger since I’m going to be on my own for lunch. She told me that when I’m ready to get serious about losing weight (as if I’m not already) she found those tuna lunch kits things. I don’t like them because they don’t give you relish to put in your tuna and I don’t like the crackers they include with it. I told her I don’t need her to tell me I’m fat or unhealthy and she got all passive-aggressive/abusive by saying that it’s always about my daughter and me; that we’re always right and she’s always wrong. I’ve never said that but now that I know she’s using emotions (guilt) to abuse me I’m not taking it anymore.

Then as she and my dad were leaving they realized they need to return a video to the store. What video? American Sniper. When I said I didn’t want to watch it (which my mother called the best movie she’s seen in a long time) I explained that the guy the movie’s about wished he could go back to Afghanistan and kill more innocent women and children because they need to die because they’re not Christians (I didn’t phrase it that way, though).

We then got into a heated discussion about how I think we need to leave the Middle East to the people who live there (and this goes for all super military power countries). They tried to change my mind by telling me that, and I’m quoting my dad here, ‘some radical Muslims think that America must die’. So, even my extreme right-wing father admits it’s not all Muslims but yet he still thinks it’s okay for us to go over to their country and kill even those who do not feel this way; to kill women and children who are forced to be suicide bombers.

As they were leaving my mother told me that if I’m just going to cause tension in her house then I can do my laundry elsewhere. Well, I CAN’T because I don’t have enough money to do my laundry at, nor do I want to spend all day in, a laundry-mat.

Besides, I didn’t start the discussion. She did by asking why I don’t want to see 'the greatest movie about an American hero, ever’.

I reconnected with my high school BFF last year and we've texted a bit this past year. She told me this summer that she's divorcing her husband (they've been married for twenty years) and that he was in prison. When I asked why she said it was too long to explain so I let it go.

She texted me today and when I asked about the divorce she told me that it's been postponed while waiting to get her two youngest children back from CPS. When I asked why, she told me they took them because they didn't think she protected them from the sexual abuse they suffered at the hands of their father.

I've met this man. I was at their wedding. I've spent weekends sleeping on their couch. I'm the godmother of their youngest son. I never once thought he would molest all three of his kids (and possibly his grandson who is only a year). I can see him physically abusing his wife and kids (he was emotionally and verbally abusive to my friend and their daughter) but sexual molestation? Nope. Can't see it.

For those who say the wife/mother always knows, I say: no, she doesn't. My friend is a good mother and she totally missed this.

Not sure how the abuse was discovered (not sure I want to know), but I believe her when she says she had no clue.

ETA: Just found out that my friend's daughter turned her husband in because he had started molesting his grandson.

At least I know that he'll suffer in prison once his crime is discovered.

As most of you know my apartment flooded Saturday night. Ever since then she has told any and everyone who will listen that she's appalled at the condition of my apartment, as if it's my fault the upstairs neighbors' toilet overflowed. Vic and I are having to stay with her and my father this week, yay! *very sarcastic*, and they will talk about me like I can't hear them. I've also been ill since Saturday, as in physically ill, and they don't seem to care. Yesterday I started feeling better so we went over to my apartment and got some stuff done then had lunch. While eating I got to feeling bad again. When my father came home I'm not sure what my mother said at first but all of a sudden I heard my father say something about not caring then my mother said that I had done some stuff but after I ate lunch I got to feeling bad again. My mother also told the apartment manager that she would personally make sure my apartment never looked like that again, once again as if it's my fault the toilet overflowed. She told my father, knowing I could hear her, that the manager said 'You have no idea how much I appreciate that.' I know I'd never be able to handle this on my own but I really wish they'd leave me alone when it comes to how I keep my own fucking house!