Shitty day
Tyaeda
Published
12/06/2010
Yuhp... I came here to vent.. if you don't want to hear about it, fuck off...
I have no money... I think I have 20 bucks all together, and that's for dinner tonight. Hopefully I get my check tomorrow, otherwise I probably won't eat.
Me and my dad have been talking about getting me car. He was going to put one in his name, to take advantage of his well established credit, and then I'd be in debt to him. That way, when I find work, I'll be able to get there. It was going to happen before x-mas due to my parent's constant pressure on me to get a car. That was the plan... until my dad found out how strapped we are for money. During one very depressing, early morning commute to welding lessons, I finally convinced my dad that we didn't have any money until I got back to work. It was so depressing, my dad finally sided with me and figured it would be best to wait until after I start work. He felt so sorry for me he gave me $10.... the most depressing part is... I needed it.
So we got to the shop, and all was well. I did my first vertical pass with flux core mig. I caught on really quickly... my second pass was as good as the one my uncle did as a demonstration. Keep in mind.. I had a lot of practice with vertical on the arc machine... I find mig to be much easier. Things were good. I was hungry because I didn't pack a lunch.. but that's something I'm used to.
Later on my dad came back to pick me up. I had wondered why he didn't spend the day in the shop, figuring he was at the machine shop (not the plate shop where I was at), but he told me that he had just gotten back from a doctors appointment with my mother. Unknown to me, until today, my mom is basically waiting to get cancer... if she doesn't already have it. I knew she was getting tumors that weren't cancerous... but apparently they found cancer cells last time they tested her, and now she has to get tested every couple months so they can catch the cancer soon enough WHEN it comes. Or so I've been told. For all I know, she has cancer now... My parents are really bad with telling me things. It's so bad they didn't tell me a close family friend died until two weeks after the fact, and even lied about how he died to "protect me" to later tell me that he committed suicide after finding out he had cancer. (my mom told me he died of cancer).... so for all I know, my mother probably has cancer. What I do know is that my mother has refused numerous surgeries in the past 3 years, and has made plenty of petty excuses not to get them. I know she's just scared, and not willing to give up smoking... but now I know it;s catching up to her... but i don't know how bad, or what she's willing to do to help herself.
I'm so sick of waiting... waiting for my check... waiting for a phone call... waiting for that sign somewhere in the distance that will tell me that everything will be ok. It's all I can do. Anyone wanna front me a joint?
I have no money... I think I have 20 bucks all together, and that's for dinner tonight. Hopefully I get my check tomorrow, otherwise I probably won't eat.
Me and my dad have been talking about getting me car. He was going to put one in his name, to take advantage of his well established credit, and then I'd be in debt to him. That way, when I find work, I'll be able to get there. It was going to happen before x-mas due to my parent's constant pressure on me to get a car. That was the plan... until my dad found out how strapped we are for money. During one very depressing, early morning commute to welding lessons, I finally convinced my dad that we didn't have any money until I got back to work. It was so depressing, my dad finally sided with me and figured it would be best to wait until after I start work. He felt so sorry for me he gave me $10.... the most depressing part is... I needed it.
So we got to the shop, and all was well. I did my first vertical pass with flux core mig. I caught on really quickly... my second pass was as good as the one my uncle did as a demonstration. Keep in mind.. I had a lot of practice with vertical on the arc machine... I find mig to be much easier. Things were good. I was hungry because I didn't pack a lunch.. but that's something I'm used to.
Later on my dad came back to pick me up. I had wondered why he didn't spend the day in the shop, figuring he was at the machine shop (not the plate shop where I was at), but he told me that he had just gotten back from a doctors appointment with my mother. Unknown to me, until today, my mom is basically waiting to get cancer... if she doesn't already have it. I knew she was getting tumors that weren't cancerous... but apparently they found cancer cells last time they tested her, and now she has to get tested every couple months so they can catch the cancer soon enough WHEN it comes. Or so I've been told. For all I know, she has cancer now... My parents are really bad with telling me things. It's so bad they didn't tell me a close family friend died until two weeks after the fact, and even lied about how he died to "protect me" to later tell me that he committed suicide after finding out he had cancer. (my mom told me he died of cancer).... so for all I know, my mother probably has cancer. What I do know is that my mother has refused numerous surgeries in the past 3 years, and has made plenty of petty excuses not to get them. I know she's just scared, and not willing to give up smoking... but now I know it;s catching up to her... but i don't know how bad, or what she's willing to do to help herself.
I'm so sick of waiting... waiting for my check... waiting for a phone call... waiting for that sign somewhere in the distance that will tell me that everything will be ok. It's all I can do. Anyone wanna front me a joint?
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