Mood: annoyed  Music: The Kids Are All Fucked Up - Cobra Starship  Reading: Olivia Joules

You’ll notice that Hello Salvation! is now under lock and key, unless you have an OpenID compliant sign-in, such as Facebook, Google, Twitter, WordPress, or Yahoo. This is to protect myself and truly make this a place where I can vent without having the wrong eyes see it. Nothing personal. Well, if you’re reading this on LJ, you can read it on your friends’ list. You’d just have to login to comment.

What will follow will be a ranty mcrantface blog.

I’ve been having a weird/bad week.

First off, I am thrilled because I got to take over my line in the family’s AT&T account. That was a to-do. Tuesday was my day off and I didn’t have anything to do really. I had done my homework for that week. No chores. No errands. My little brother (the AT&T account holder) texted me to let me know that I can take it over. All I’d need to do was show up at an AT&T store and do it in person.

My car was in the garage and my Ate’s car was in the driveway. I asked her to move it. She asked me why. I explained that I was going to take over my line from the family account, and I needed to go to an AT&T store to do it. She dismisses me and says that I can call 611 and do it. “Save some gas.” The fuck? The closest AT&T store is down the street! My hackles go up, because I know what my brother said. You have to do it in person.

I don’t ask her why I need to move my car if she has something to do. I just do it, no questions asked. It’s none of your goddamn business what I do with my car or my time.

So visibly pissed off, I dial 611 and the automated system says I need to call from a land line. I switch over and the AT&T rep says I need to go in person because they need to run a credit check. What a waste of fucking time. If she’d just moved her car, I would not have been so pissed!!

While I was at the AT&T store, it took me all of 30 minutes to run the credit check and take over the account. I also upgraded to the 16gb iPhone 3GS that I’ve been salivating over for ages. I would not have upgraded if I hadn’t gotten into my car accident, period. I don’t thank that bastard for it either. I was happy with my slow-ass Edge phone. It was my birthday/Christmas gift from my brother (which I paid half for anyways, lol) and I was emotionally attached to it.

Like I’ve said so many times before, I don’t get a lot of nice things. When I do, I use it until it dies or blows up. I baby it as best as I can. Everything nice I’ve ever had, I’ve had to work for. I know what it’s like to fight for something I want.

Of course, when I posted on FB that I had gotten it, I didn’t realize it was gonna set off a goddamn firestorm. Well, only from my Ate. If you were there, you saw what went down. Instead of letting sleeping dogs lie, she deleted all of her comments from the thread. Immature, no?

Do you see what I have to deal with everyday? An overbearing, big-mouthed, know-it-all who steamrolls you even when she’s wrong. It’s a trait that runs in the family. We like making you feel stupid, tricking ourselves into believing that we’re not the ones who are stupid. As long as we continue to harp on the faults of the matter, we’re right.

I’m not gonna call her a bitch ’cause she wasn’t being one. She was just interjecting her opinion where it wasn’t asked for, or needed. And she kept repeating herself and making herself look dumb. She made my celebration all about her, which she has done about everything for as far back as I can remember.

“Oh hey Ate, guess what, the sky is purple.”

“Whatever! I was telling C that the sky isn’t purple, it’s actually red. And look, the grass is in fact orange. Can you believe that? Orange grass. The grass is orange! Anyways so I was talking to my psychic ’cause I got 5 free minutes, and they said that the grass is gonna turn white, if I wait!”

Then she’ll switch gears and talk about something completely irrelevant. It’s hard to shut her up a lot of the time. I just ignore her, tune her out, and hope she goes away on her own half the time. She usually does.

Furthermore, twenty minutes later, she posts a link to how Apple blocks apps. Last time I checked, they were a corporation. They’re perfectly within their rights to accept or reject apps that go against their company policy. Does she not do that with her kids? How is that any different? I was gonna comment on her article but I didn’t want to continue fighting with a brick wall.

She has not spoken to me since. This is how immature she truly is. If she thinks she’s being slighted, she’ll give you the silent treatment. She did that to Ate T and continues to do so. I’m not going to stoop to her level either. I very patiently explained to her that there is a time and place for her opinion. It’s not on my FB status update, celebrating my newest acquisition. Did she honestly think I was going to let her behaviour slide?

Which is just as well. C told me that the morning after, while she was driving her to school, she was ranting at her about it. Well, if she didn’t act like a goddamn child about the whole thing, we’d be okay. But that’s no skin off my back. I’m tired of her manipulative ways. I’m not going to apologize for something I didn’t do. When she’s ready to talk, she’ll talk to me.

I am not going to feel bad because I bought it either. I did my research, I know what I was getting myself into, and I will be able to pay for it. Again, what business is it of hers what I do with my money?

On another tangent: I’m working 2 days this whole week. We’re shutting down the main desk for Labor Day weekend. I am literally down to my last $40 dollars. And basically my paycheck is gonna look like shit next Friday. I was hoping I would score at least 1 more day this week but when I called in to check, they said no.

I decided to sell some books. I’ve got a big selection to choose from. I am desperate for cash. I sold one already, thank goodness. I might’ve sold another, but they have to update their credit card info.

And today, I scored a job interview at a place down the street from my house. My interview is on Saturday afternoon. I am not going to tell my corporate overlords what I am doing until I nail the job. I was tempted to tell them I scored the interview but what if I don’t get it? Then I’d have to say, “no joy.”

I can’t wait for the economy to bounce back. I refuse to wallow in my misery any longer. If reality wants a fight, it’s gonna get one from me! *puts on boxing gloves* And if my overlords say, “we can’t accommodate your second job,” then I will put my two weeks in. I never liked working there to begin with. If need be, I can get a second job on top of that.

School is going well, I suppose. It’s only the second week so I can’t say. I’m too preoccupied with NOT working that I can’t really focus on school. I mean, I do my homework but I don’t think I’m really retaining anything. I’m trying to focus. It’s an uphill battle when your heart is pulling you in twenty different directions.

I took a melatonin pill last night and holy crap, did it work! I was out like a light in fifteen minutes and slept through the night. I think I might cut tonight’s vitamin because 3mg was quite strong. Strangely enough.

I decided I am also going to start volunteering. There is a docent program at Spring Mountain Ranch State Park, where I took those lovely photos of that ranch house I posted on FB. You go in for a 2 hour class and you’re only required to work a 4-hour shift once a month with a two-year commitment. I am tired of this disgusting “woe is me” cloud. The next class is next Wednesday night, which is perfect because I don’t have work or school that night.

?: “How bad are your fights with your siblings?“