Funny how after I 'fix' everything that's wrong, my world has to start falling apart because my efforts aren't good enough.
Anyhow. Work schedule this week:
Monday: 9-3:30
Tuesday: 9-4:30
Wednesday: 9-4:30
And then any extra hours Joseph throws my way. I know he will. And PAYDAY ON FRIDAY. It's only gonna be like $100, but it's still money that I didn't have in the first place. Heh.
At mom's for the foreseeable future. I'm not gonna prod at the situation 'cause I know that'll probably just make it worse. I've got all my smokes and work clothes and shoes and shit, so I'll be okay for the week. We'll see if I actually have to go and grab the rest of my shit eventually, I guess.
Well. Gonna go take a shower and get ready for Gramma's birthday party.
EDIT:Yep. It's over. Got all my shit, will get my mattress back on one of my days off. Goodbye, Terry. You're a real piece of fucking work.
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