From Afar

I'm going to have to restrain myself.

If I start typing too much and too fast, this will end up way too long and because I'm hanging out in McDonald's using their WiFi like a loser, I'll try to be as brief as possible.  I feel like people are staring at me.  Since my sister doesn't have wireless so I've been going around to the local McDonald's to check my Facebook and such.  I haven't been going in because I wasn't sure if they had outlets you could use because my computer's battery doesn't last longer than fifteen minutes, even after a full charge.  So, like a dork, I've been sitting in my car using their wifi until my fifteen minutes were up.  Today, I was brave and went and and saw that they had outlets so now, here I am, enjoying my Internet for longer than fifteen minutes.  I just wonder how long is appropriate.  I bought some fries and a sweet tea so it's not like I just crashed the joint and am using their stuff without buying something first.  Well, it's AT&T who's providing the service anyway so I don't see why they should even care.  Gosh, those fries were good.

Basically, my sister is a Cuntasaurous Rex and never wanted me to come.  She's been acting like I'm this rodent that's invaded her house.  She told Mom that I shouldn't come thirty minutes after I left to visit her.  She explained to Mom that it was a bad time yet couldn't provide a legitimate excuse as to why it was a bad time.  She's just hateful, that's all it is.  We've never been that close because of our age gap but I've never done anything to her to make her treat me this way.  In fact, up until about a year or so ago, I looked up to her big time.  She was my big sister and I always admired how "cool" I thought she was.  She's the reason why I got into art.  Then, I started realizing that she was kind of a cold, negative person based on the way she complained about everything. But, I do too so I didn't think much of it.  And then this incident happened and now I'm pretty much done with her.  I know, I know.  That's terrible, Brannon.  Eh, I don't care.  I'm a terrible person so it works out.  Really, it won't be a big loss because we've never been that close and she's never tried to get to know me as a friend or at least given me any respect as an adult.  She's always seen me as a pest and I'm tired of trying to impress her and make her like me.  And now I just don't like her.

The job hunt isn't going great.  I had one interview out of fifteen-twenty applications.  Obviously, it'll take a while before anyone calls back.  Usually about a week or so.  Yet, each day that goes by and no one calls is another day closer to defeat.  I really hope I get that job.  It pays decently and depending on what shift I get, I might even be able to do some reading or writing while at work to pass the time!  I hear about people with those kinds of jobs all the time and I get really jealous.  So, to be able to have one of those kinds of jobs would be pretty awesome.  Out of all the jobs I've applied for, dream jobs, plausible jobs and downright terrible jobs, this one is a plausible one and one I actually wouldn't mind working so I'm hoping this will work out for me and not turn into yet another disaster.

All I do all day is go from place to place, inquiring as to whether they are hiring, taking applications, filling out applications, handing in applications, applying online and generally freaking out.  And what if I do get a job?  I can't just get an apartment immediately.  But I don't know if Shannon will be able to stand me staying there any longer until I can find a place.  I suppose I'll just sleep in my car or rent a hotel?  I'm obviously exaggerating but probably not by much.  The only reason Shannon would let me stay is so Mom will get off her back but little does she know she's already on Mom's bad side.

I was talking to an acquaintance yesterday and he's in a similar situation that I'm in.  He moved here a month or so back and didn't have a job or a place to stay.  A friend of his gladly let him stay at his apartment until he could get a job and a place.  He's got a job and now he's looking for an apartment and his friend doesn't mind at all.  Yet, my sister, my own blood, doesn't want me at her place.  Pretty messed up.  The acquaintance said he'd let me stay with him if he had a place.  As we were talking, he said he'd even give me his kidney and I was fairly certain he was somewhat serious.  And my sister doesn't even want me anywhere near her kidneys.  I have my own room on the other side of hers and my own bathroom.  I've been eating out every day so as not to use her food or dirty her dishes.  I've been trying all that I can to not be in the way, including the aforementioned being out all day applying for jobs and hijacking McWiFi.

I HAVE THE BEST FAMILY IN THE WORLD.

So, that's pretty much what's been going on.  I'm hoping to hear something from that job by tomorrow and if that doesn't work out, I'm hoping to hear something from one of the other several jobs I applied for.  I'd hate to know that not only does my sister not want me around but no other job does either.  It's kind of sad.

My swet tea is kicking in.  I'd better unload and then get out of here before the Hispanic employees throw me out of here in their native dialect.

Hasta mañana, beyatch.