The-EmeraldDragon

Imagine my surprise when I pop on this morning and find that some has given me a paid account. I must admit I am very grateful. Please, whoever did this, let me know who you are so I can thank you properly.

I've applied to several jobs, haven't found one yet. Closing the Case is fully posted and I'm working on converting chapter 11 to origenal format.

What's going on right now:

I just had another screaming match with my mom. It's the same old fight. I love writing and she neither understand nor wants to understand. I'm majoring in journalism, she wants me to be a nurse.

I'm afrid I've run out of ideas at this point. I have changed my schedule so I only write at night after evceryone has gone to bed - but then my brother wants the TV in the living room, never mind the TV in his room that has cable. If I get my own computer and work in my room she acts like I'm going into depression and won't leave me alone - keeps asking me to come out a spend time with the family.

I know what the real issue is. My mother is unhappy with her life because she has not the spine to stand up for herself and go out and do the things she wants to do. So she's spent the better part of my life trying to live through me, and it isn't working. We are too different and want different things out of life.

I feel at this point I have run out of oppsions. I do not have the money or job to move out, but nor can I yeild on on the issue of my writing a live with myself. But above all, I can not continue to have this same fight over and over and over again.

*sighs*Sorry, sometimes is just feels good to bitch.

Yap, that's right. I quit. Don't get me wrong, I loved my job, but I can take a less than subtle hint. Basically, my hours were cut drastically from about 32 hours every two weeks, to 8 hours every four. Truly not worth the effort.

To be completely honest, I have to say this wasn't a surprise. The company lost a big client at the beginning of the year and I'm the only part-timer in my department. If some one was going to lose their job, it was me. I have made peace with this. What gets my hackles up, though, is how they did it. The lady who is my boss I have known, literally, all my life. She held me when I was a baby. If she was going to let me go, I would have understood. But to have the person below her do it in the manner that she did... *sighs* I just wish she had shown a little more candor.

Anyway, I'm now looking for a new job. It's not a big deal really. I'm a college student, living at home with my parents. I'm not going to freeze or starve or lose my computer, my pocket money is just going to be a bit tight for a while. But in the end, this is life - and no one gets out alive anyway.

Not much to say. Finals are coming next week, so my writing is mostly at a stand still. More later.

Words added to CtC for publication = 450