I miss houses

I sort of miss living in a house.. This is really the secondish apartment I've ever lived in.. When my parents lived in Graham Village Apartments for the whole 4 months I was living with Krystal and she lived in a house not apartment. Meh. Houses cost a lot more though. I figure once I am an LPN we'll move into a house if T decides not to go to college. I don't know though. Because I don't want to be working fulltime. The only reason I was going to work fulltime was to support T while he goes to school. But if he isn't going to school I'm only going to work like 3 days a week. If I work 2nd shift at a nursing home I should make 20 an hour, and so I'll bring home like 390 a week... Which only 50 bucks short of what T brings home now, so. Let's say T doesn't go to school and he sticks to the job he has now making 13 an hour (which this wont even be the case) I'll bring home 1560 a month (working 3 days a week as a nurse) and he'll bring home 1600 a month which is a total of 3160. We'll be back to making how much we made a month when he was at Charter and I was working at the nursing home (ok maybe thats like 200 short, but whatever). But if we move into a house it'll cost us more.

per month:
House-700
Water- 100 (i believe thats every 3 months)
elec- 120
cable- either would be free or we'd be basic plus a home phone so i'll say 90
cellphones- probably down grade to one 60
insurance prob. on two cars 240
paying back my school loans- 100
someone to mow lawn 2x a month- 80
health insurance 250 (for both of us a month)



our bills to live in a house would be 1750 a month. we'd have 1410 left over. And that's T working this 13 an hour gig and me working 3 days a week as a nurse. 1000 would go to groceries and gas and things we just flat out want cuz we'd be able to afford it. And 400 would go to savings. Probably even more would go to savings (BUT I'm trying to be realistic here and if we have enough money to spend 500 on something nice we want were gonna do it and probably more then we should bc we are young and doing well for ourselves and deserve it plus the first few months we'll be buying like 500 used washer and dryers for me and a lawn mower the next month and blah blah blah).

And we'd probably rent for 5-8 years. And if we did save *only* that 400 extra a month.. well in a year that's.. 4800.. and in 8 that's 38000 (which I'm sure T will invest part of that into something which will freak me out)... which is DEFINITELY enough for us to put down on a nice 2 story 3 bedroom 1 1/2 bath house in a decent area and only have like a 600 a month mortgage payment. The white house I lived in, in Old ham was so beautiful. It was in an average neighborhood of 1 story 2-3 bedroom houses.. and was actually the 2nd biggest house in the neighborhood (we got lucky). It was 3 bedrooms upstairs with 1 1/2 baths up there then it had a nice big kitchen with enough room for a big kitchen table (not dining room table), had a average sized living room, 1/2 bath, 1 car garage and an unfinished basement. it was also on a hill so it had a deck upstairs and the basement had a deck. It was carpeted with that nice fluffy off white carpet and the kitchen was wood floor.. the walls were really white and the door handles, light fixtures, faucets, bathtub, were all new and shiny. it had granite counters and the side by side door fridge and flat top oven and a microwave built into cabinets above the oven... Yeah.. that was the nicest fucking house we ever lived in. And my mom managed to pull of 2 years of living in that place (until she divorced Izzy and Jeff moved in and his lame ass was making 10 bucks an hour as a meter reader in Indiana... which is why we ended up in apartments) Anyway, the rent at that place was 910 a month.. and i figure.. those people had to at least be making a 100 profit off my mom.. and even if they weren't I would pay a 910 mortgage a month to live in a house that nice. If you add the 210 more a month to the above bills we'd still have 1200 left over after paying all our bills for the month. AND we'd be owning a house. Mind you this is with T only making 13 bucks an hour at insight.



But if we stay in an apartment until we are ready to own a house.. we'd have even MORE money saved up to put down on a house..



I really do think once Nursing school is over T and I are going to do just fine. By the time I'm 28 we'll be married.. probably renting a house or apartment, with 30,000 (see how i went from 38000 to 30000.. i'm being realistic.. shits gonna happen.. i could see in 8 years us blowing 8000 on shit thats happened like cars breaking down, trips to florida, buying a new used car, T investing money into something or another) saved up.. I'll be getting a baby in the oven (i'll probably be like 27 1/2 so 28 when I have it) and we'll be looking for my 3 bedroom 2 story 2 1/2 bath with an unfinished basment that i've always dreamed of. AND we'll be able to afford it all (cuz i'll get short term disability insurance the year i plan to get pregnant so the first 4 or 6 weeks i'll get paid some money while not working, and then i'll put the baby in daycare 2 of the 3 days a week I work... cuz i'll make one of the days a day where T can watch it and so daycare would be like 75 a week, so after paying our bills and that off we'd have 900 a month left over) and things would be tighter, we wouldnt really buy ourselves as much stuff but by then we'd have our own shit.. and we'd save less... but hey this scenerio is all with T working at insight for 13 an hour.. so yeah... all this may not be accurate or even turn out the way i write it but just seeing the fact that we could pull off living a nice middle class life is comforting.

I just don't want to be stuck in apartments any longer. Thats the whole reason or writing this. I'm not just crazy. I hate feeling like I have to tip toe around cuz our floor squeeks and downstairs can hear it. Or when we fuck and I hear the bed hit the wall think "maybe I should move the bed so they can't hear it".. I mean who wants to think about that crap when they are getting slammed by there Master?? I cant make a cute little garden of tomatoes or watermelons outside cuz I have no lawn. I hate hearing the bass on the peoples downstairs music. I hate hearing them yell outside or hear other peoples kids right outside my window crying. I want the space and freedom of my own house and yard. And I'm just day dreaming about how in 10 years I'm finally gonna have it because I make smart decisions and don't fuck off and party like a wild animal like most of the kids I went to school with are doing right now. Most everyone who meets me is amazed I turned out the way I did with the kinda mom I had. I'm not.


this made me all feel better :)

I'm sick of my sex life being practically nilla.

I don't even know what to do about it anymore. It's getting pretty obvious that T and I just aren't compatible sexually. From what I gather from T he just likes to fuck. Fucking is fucking, and that's it. There is really no play involved ever for him. Playing is a seperate thing, I guess. The only thing he has ever tried was belting me while I was sucking his dick. That was a big fail. The belt is something he uses as a threat for misbehavior (or would be) and I hate the feel of it on me. The edges of it will hit the sides of my back (which is the most sensitive part of my back) and it just hurts. Badly. It gives me this very negative feeling as well. And the more *not* into the pain I'm currently feeling the more it hurts. I also don't like this rubber thing he has, or any type of cain thing. I don't like the sting that all of those items give. Like small stings. Gahdajkladaddadjkl It's not easy to explain.. like that this whole area

88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888 << imagine thats like a mark from a belt or something, now you see the 8's that are bolded? Well imagine that particular part of the hit from the belt hurt worse... that would be where it stung the most. I don't like that. I like the evenness of spanking. The whole hit is one even hard smack. No part of the smack hurt worse then any other.

Anyway, speaking of spanking. I totally don't think T understands why/how/when I like to be spanked. Like he doesn't do it often so it makes me think that he doesn't think I -really- like it THAT much. YES I do like it THAT much. It feels differen't then the other items he has tried to use. I don't like the feeling of those items, I do like the feeling of a hand smacking my ass. It's a differen't feeling. Also when we fuck I'm like "spank me" which I hate saying because it totally kills the mood and then he smacks my ass like 3 times. Thats not what I mean. I want a FULL ON spanking. I REALLY like it. I don't understand why he doesn't know this and if he does why he doesn't do it. He has only full on spanked me once and I am 100% sure I gave off no feelings of dislike. Occasionally T will just randomly smack my ass. I do not like that and it annoys me. I don't like to be spanked unless I'm really turned on. Ugh, this is so fucking frustrating to write! I'm not simple it's not a simple thing! I also don't really like when vibrators are brought into our sex. It's just like too much going on and turns me off. Now with being spanked. I'm not masochist so its not about the pain. I don't like pain. It's just hot the thought of being bent over like a naughty little slut.. and if you spank lighter to harder (and going harder would be more for you not me, since your a sadist and all..) I'm so turned on.. it doesn't hurt really. It feels good and sexy. I fucking want that more often and I've SAID THIS BEFORE. So I'm sure nothing will change. The more I type the more fucking pissed off I get. I should not have to write this. T fucking knows what I like when I asked him he fucking named everything off and yet he STILL is doing none of it. I like being called names. He calls me like 2 names and thats it. NOT ENOUGH I WANT TO BE CALLED BAD NAUGHTY NAMES WHILE BEING FUCKED WITH MY HAIR PULLED MY NIPPLES BEING TWISTED MY ASS BEING SPANKED MY FACE BEING SMACKED COME ONNNNNNNNNNNN WE ARE SUPPOSE TO BE IN A KINKY RELATIONSHIP I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE WRITING HOW TO SPICE OUR RELATIONSHIP UP WHAT THE FUCK. GRAB MY ARMS AND THROW ME DOWN DON'T BE AFRAID TO BRUISE MY ARMS UP, CHOKE ME WITH YOUR COCK, STEP ON ME, MAKE ME CRY, SCRATCH ME, YELL AT ME, MAKE ME SAY DEGRADING THINGS, MAKE ME DO DEGRADING THINGS, HUMILIATE ME, USE ME, SMACK MY FACE, SPIT ON ME, CUM IN MY HAIR, CHOKE ME, I DONT EVEN CARE HOW FAR YOU GO ANYMORE JUST DO SOMETHING TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE YOU FUCKING WANT ME AND ARE TURNED ON BY ME FOR ONCE. There is more then just hitting me with your belt! It's like.. ever since you found out I can't handle being hit with your belt.. you've ripped everything kinky we could possibly do out of our sex life. Do you not like doing ANYTHING that I just listed off asking you to do? Cuz... if not... maybe you're just not THAT kinky then?

Yeah that last bit was pretty much me challenging you.

Annoyed like usual.

I'm so sick of my mom borrowing money from me all the time. Especially when I have no money and she guilts me into helping her out by promising the money back by the next Friday. So I get to short myself because she can't manage money better. I use to think she was good at managing money (the little she had, seemed to go pretty far) but now I fucking wonder. She prepaid her Apartment off until May I believe... She has a EBT card with 400 dollars for food.. she gets a SS check for 600.... and her husbands been doing bullshit work for people.. so why the fuck doesn't she have any money ever? She has this stupid prepaid phone that is a RIP OFF... 20 dollars for 200 minutes? What the fuck? She spends like 100 a month on that stupid thing, she may as well get a real phone. She'd be spending less money and get more minutes. It's fucking annoying. She is getting a substantial amount of money and giving me enough to buy a car. She wouldn't say she was and not do it so I'd really like if people ESPECIALLY T would stop telling me she isn't actually going to get me a car. You don't know my mom so don't act like you do, it's fucking annoying. I don't pretend to know your parent's and tell you that you're wrong when you talk about them do I? Okay then keep your fucking opinions about whether she is going to get me a car to yourself, especially if you know that your opinion isn't going to help it's just going to make the situation worse for me. Do you enjoy putting me down and making me fucking worry about shit? no? okay then shut the fuck up. THANKS A BUNCH.


Besides that the stupid nursing college is sending all my stuff to Florida because they are idiots and are using my old app. with my old address. An app that they said they no longer had, butttt obviously they do. So knowing whether I am accepted or not is going to get delayed of course and for all I know I'll get accepted to the April program right after I go spend 510 dollars on this medication aide class that I want to take. Fucking typical life for me.

I'm also fucking going INSANE sitting in this tiny boring apartment. I've been doing it 5 days a week for oh 6 months now. IT'S BORING AND IT PISSES ME OFF. I WANT A MOTHER FUCKING CAR I WANT MY MOTHER FUCKING LICENCE SO I CAN GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS APARTMENT ONCE AND AWHILE BUT NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ENOUGH ABOUT HOW I FEEL TO TEACH ME HOW TO DRIVE SO I COULD AT LEAST TAKE THE CAR WITH ME WHILE THEY ARE AT WORK COUGH COUGH BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER WHO CARES IF I HAVE TO SIT IN THIS BORING ASS APARTMENT FOR ANOTHER 6 MONTHS BEFORE I GET A CAR. 6 months in this apartment, yeah you can fucking run out of shit to do.

I love my life right, but I really fucking hate it THE MAJORITY of the time too. I want to be in school. I want to get the fuck out of this apartment. I want a job that I actually like and don't feel an enormous amount of guilt at. I want a car so when school is out I don't have to walk a mile plus home. So when we fucking need something at the god damn store I can actually enjoy browsing the isles by myself just happy to be out of the fucking apartment instead of being rushed by T who wants nothing more to be in the apartment. So when I just want to leave and go to the park, I can go to the fucking park. I HATE not being able to call up a friend and just be like "hey lets meet up at the mall and hang out".. ohhhhh no I have to ask them to come get me and then I have to pay them for coming all the way out to where i live to get me and for them taking me home. I have to rely (and be late) on useless friends to take to appointments.

Fuck that. FUCK everything right now. I'm going to go take a shower and look nice because I'm THAT fucking bored not because I have somewhere to go CUZ I DON'T. I'LL PROBABLY JUST GO SIT OUTSIDE SO I DON'T HAVE TO BE INSIDE THIS APARTMENT ANYMORE.

FUCK WESTERN UNION I'VE BEEN ON HOLD FOR AN HOUR ALREADY

So I got my bed thing.. FINALLY. bwahaha. Anyway. I've been stressing about money but im trying not to because we aren't in the negative.. I'm not in debt.. we just don't have a ton of it, but who at the ages of 18 and 23 does? I know this, yet I still stress. I'm just really scared that I'm going to end up like my mom even though already I've done more with my life then she has (although she has gotten her cna, but I'm on my way to my CMT and plus i graduated highschool and have taken college classes so i've beat her lol)..


Anyway our bed looks nice but I AM getting a comforter.. and probably new drapes or whatever you call them (so it'll match dddduuh).. I have been eyeing some of the comforters for weeks now and I am going to get one tonight, I think. I calculated the moneys and although its not the best time to buy it we are good. Birth control deducted their money 2 weeks ago and I didn't notice so we have a whole 120.00 more then i thought. and i wanna spend it, plus my mom owes me 80... and I'm getting either 1 more check or 1 and 1/2 more checks. I'm not sure lol I'm pretty sure it's just 1. I think I set my last day there to be like that anyway.

I am planning on taking a medication aide class next month. they still have open enrollment but they were kind of rude.. "call back when you have insurance" click. SERIOUSLY. i didnt want to pay all the things im about to pay for before checking if i could still get into the class.. damn.. lol but i got to get malpractice insurance which is 50 bucks, my hs report card which is 2, a letter from the board of nursing saying im a cna (which im sure costs money), and a signature from an employer verifying that i have worked as an aide for the last 6 months (free!!).


galen still hasnt gotten back as to whether i passed the test to get into school. probably wont be april anyway, which is why im taking this other class in the mean time. but if i do get in for april then i wont be taking this class. im pretty sure im going to have to wait until july though.

so yeah. what else. working as a cmt will probably bump my pay up to about 12.00 an hour. and if i stick to 3rd shift and weekends i can make about 14.00 an hour. but cmt jobs are harder to come by.. but right now on career builder two NICE nursing homes are looking for about a total of 5 CMTs. So I know I can find a job. And I mean.. CMTs CAN do okay.. last year a cmt at my work.. she worked monday-friday first shift (no shift diff. at all for that schedule) and all she did was pass meds to patients who 100% took care of themselves and she made 30,000 that year. no.. that isn't a lot.. but for that easy of a job, that normal of a schedule.. that's not bad if you live on your own.

plus i am worried about how i quit my job, i was like i need to leave. and the supervisor gave me the option go or stay pretty much. she told the other aide who left it was patient abandonment and she was going to be a do not rehire (plus she could get into legal trouble, so could i.. unlikely though even though i am worried about it).. she didn't say anything directly to me about patient abandonment even though it would technically apply for me, i don't believe she said it to me, and the other cna was just like bye and left and the supervisor could see i was struggling with the decision for a minute and technically gave me the option. and misty the nurse was in the room as well so im sure that misty will agree with whatever the supervisor says happened over me anyway. but if they don't go to kbn which im sure they wont i'll be okay. people have walked out and gotten a job at a different place before. i got to stop thinking I'm always the unlucky one who is going to get double screwed. im just not that special/important lol. so yeah. hat place will get bought out by another company in 5 years anyway and i can go right back there to working lol oh wells im gonna miss my patients.. im pretty sure i can visit them though...i wasn't fired.. i quit.. so idk why i wouldnt be allowed back on the premises.. idk we'll see

so yup im going to go straighten up, shower and wait for my sexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxy man to get home so i can get him to take me out to spend some monay.

PLUS IM HUNGRY ALL I'VE HAD IS WAFFLE HOUSE TODAY!

fool.

You know I sort of feel like a fool. I feel like I'm putting myself in a really stupid bad situation sometimes. Two weeks ago T and I had a huge argument... okay, maybe we've had worse, but it was the most damaging. I'm still hurt by it of course, not to the point where I want to go cry over it or anything but yeah. The gist of it is, is T betrayed my trust, lied to me, and then got mad at me for snooping around his things. Which shit, if I felt like I could trust him and that he wouldn't lie to me anymore, I probably wouldn't be snooping around his shit in the first place. I didn't use to till the first time I found him talking to his exes. Now maybe you personally don't see any issue with your significant other talking to their exes.. and that's good for you. But I don't see it the same way, and I expressed this to T and asked him not to talk to them. And he said he wouldn't, and then he did anyway. So it goes beyond just "so what if he talked to his ex?" like some people get stuck on. It's not about that. It's about the fact that he flat out disrespected me and disregarded my feelings. And then lied about it. And then got mad at me about it. That's what's taking a really, really long time to get over. And the fact that in one of his texts he wrote the 5 stages of grievance: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. It really fucked me up when did that one, which is I guess what he was going for. I just couldn't understand why he was doing this to me. Why wasn't he begging for my forgivness for being such a hurtful asshole? Why was he going out of his way to upset me and make me cry? And then I said I was done. And he not only was fine with that he told me he was packing my shit and to call my mom for a plane ticket. What the hell? So yeah, I'm over all that mess almost. Just the fact when I was breaking it off with him how he reacted. And to put myself in a position to just be able to be thrown out like that is really stupid of me. It's like I don't have a stable place to live. Like, at the moment yes but in the long run, who knows? It's stupid for me to put myself in a shitty position where I can find myself back living with Lisa or having to move to another state because my boyfriend is kicking me out of his place. Because we don't live in our place or my place. We live in his place. And the fact that he said he was 'packing my shit' and that I needed to call my mom... just wow. If he is willing to say that to me once, he'll say it again, and who knows when he'll actually do it, and I'm dumb to think he wouldn't. So I don't know. I really need to think about stuff, maybe start up my own little savings account. I just don't feel like I have any money really anyway to save. Like yeah working Baylor if we split the bills right down the middle and kept track of who spent what instead of paying everything together I'm sure I'd have a small savings by now (if I even thought to save when I first moved into his place) but this isn't the case. And now that I wont be working near enough to even claim half of the bills. I really just have no money at all to save anyway. I don't even have the right to save a dollar really, it's not mine anyway. So I don't know. I also need him for school and he needs me for it as well. So, who knows if the decisions I'm making right now are going to turn out to be total fucking stupid decisions or if I'll have my fairy tale ending that I dream about in my head. Live and learn, I guess. So.. here goes.

I am really dreading this weekend. It's suppose to be my last weekend working my 12 hour Baylor shift. I know this should be a happy weekend because it's my last, but it's going to be miserable. And not because I'm sad to go, oh no! BECAUSE it's going to be a never fucking ending weekend. I already know it. This is the weekend I like the least (certain people who work every other weekend, yeah this is their weekend to work). I really do regret taking the CNA class in high school. I've been doing this type of work for a year and 8 months and I'm already way past burnt out. I've been burnt out the last 6 months. I love taking care of people, but I just can't do it as a CNA title anymore. I just can't. Kentucky has no laws on how much staff is required for patient care, and nursing homes are businesses... So of course they are going to staff as little as they can get away with. I also can't stand being on the bottom of the nursing chain. I'm not respected in my position, I'm either belittled by nurses or they are giving to much credit to certain aides and their ability to their job with out any type of supervision. And then work isn't done. Which just makes it harder for anyone that is trying to do their job the best that they can. My voice, if I bother to speak up about anything, goes unheard or I make myself liable for something (whether I actually had involvement in it or not, just for speaking up can get you into shit). It's ridiculous. And I've worked with plenty of other aides, good and bad, and they all say nursing homes are pretty much equally crappy. I believe it's the lack of laws for nursing homes in Kentucky, honestly. Most really good nursing homes have little turnover. Good nursing homes weed out bad staff fast and rehire fast, and then good nurses and aides working at a good place, DO NOT LEAVE. So it's a challenge to work at a really good nursing home. Blah. God I feel like crying right now. That's how badly I do not want to go to work these next two days. I hate literally breaking my back for patients who should be.. dead. I mean, they really should. The medicines they are on aren't HELPING they aren't even MAINTAINING quality of life.. they are just slowing down the decline.. and I mean, when someones declining to the point where they can no longer maintain or improve, put them on hospice and let them go with dignity, ya know? All these medicines do is keep them alive to the point where they are mush full of bed sores laying in a bed with a feeding tub. It's fucking sad. Health care just needs to change. The goal should not be make someone live forever and ever and ever and ever. It should be help someone maintain/improve their quality of life until they can't. And then ease and comfort them in their decline and let them go in peace. I don't understand who or how anyone can disagree with that! Apparently enough people do, though. Or there wouldn't be patients like some of the ones that I have. I know it's complicated, I mean, what is quality of life anyway? Everyone has their own special definition. Eh, if -you- have the money to make yourself live forever and ever and ever, then by god, live forever. I don't care. But I personally don't think my tax dollars should be spent on keeping a 97 year old bed ridden Alzheimer's patient with a feeding tube alive just because his wife doesn't want to accept or doesn't have the education to understand that he is never going to improve and put him on hospice. Just my opinion.

Back to what I was talking about, my job. I just need to be done working as a CNA. Unless it's a third shift gig where I'm sitting in a chair in the middle of the hall 60% of the night waiting for someone to press their call light for me to fill up their ice cup. I know it sounds lazy and terrible, but I just can't keep doing what I do anymore. It breaks my heart, it breaks my back (literally), and I just need to go to school and be a nurse already! I really do resent my mom, a lot, especially right now. If it wasn't for her sucking money out of me my senior year, I could have had a car and I could be more then half way done with earning my LPN. It makes me sick and want to cry thinking about that. That's where I should be right now. T seriously is heaven sent. If it wasn't for him I'd still be living with Lisa. And assuming I was paying her 600 a month still, and saving the other 500 I'd have left over (I'm taking 100 because I sort of need things like food, smokes, gas money to pay friends when they drive all the way out to where she lives to get me/hang out with me) I'd only have... 2500 saved. Hardly enough to buy a car (and have money left over for when the over priced used piece of shit car breaks down). I'd still have about 5 more months of saving. So August. That would be the month I'd finally get a car. And it would be too late to apply for school starting in October. So I'd have to wait till January. And then instead of the one year LPN class, I'd be taking the 21 month one because I'll need to work more and save more money. GAH. Does that not sound like a HORRIBLE situation? Maybe for some that would be an amazing situation compared to what they may currently be in.. but that was the nightmare situation I was facing before I moved in with T. Now that I live with T. I can go to school (most likely starting in July) and if it gets too tough, I can just not work. Because T will be there for me and support me. And when my schooling is done, I can return the favor. Honestly, if we didn't have eachother... finishing school wouldn't be as close in our future as it is now.


My period started finally. I feel bloated and crabby because of it too. And my shoulders and back ache. I don't care if it's from the bed, from sharing a bed, from my pillow. I DON'T CARE what or how I'm being hurt in my sleep but it NEEDS to stop. I'm restless because of it. I don't sleep well, I don't want to move or do anything during the day because it friggen hurts, and it just puts me in a really terrible mood. I want to cry right now because of it (and my job, and the fact that I'm on my period). I've been dealing with this shoulder/neck/back pain/hip pain since I've moved in and started sleeping in bed with T. I usually ignore it, or it goes away for a while (I wish I could figure out why), or I deal with it, or I break and flip out about it... and I'm coming back to the breaking and flipping out part of this cycle. I just want to feel normal. I want to sleep and wake up and feel rested and not be achey or sore. I know, I KNOW this can't be a normal feeling. It just can't be.

Well I need to go straighten up, try not to be miserable, shower.. and then T should be home and I'm going to try and be happy as possible with him even though I feel like crying about my job, my shoulders, my neck, my hip, AND my period right now.
marie

Fuck!

I'm not even going to get into how PNC FUCKED US up the ASS with no lube. The short of it is ONE item over drafted, but we ended up with 10 overdraft fees. In their fucked up world on how that shit works, it technically makes sense. But in my world one overdrafted item= 1 fee. Not 10. Hopefully T gets this straightened up on his lunch break today. We are hoping to at least cut the fees in half to 5. We are willing to pay 5 of them, which would total to 180.00 dollars. But since my check is pending (auto-deposit that I now regret doing, and realize why I didn't really want to do it anyway) it ate my whole check. The whole thing. I worked my ass off for 3 really LONG tiring over worked days... just so PNC could eat it... I'm fucking pissed. T wants me to call the payroll lady and have the check not go through, since it is still pending. Shitty thing is... I can't get ahold of her! And no matter how many times I tell T this he just repeats himself over and over and over and over and over and over. I pretty much hung up on him this morning. People who constantly repeat themselves drive me insane. I'm not stupid, I know what you said, did I say or do anything that made you think I needed to here your mini-speach all over again? Gah! I love his voice but not THAT much. Anyway he was telling me I need to talk to this person and that and lalala. He doesn't get where I work. Where I work.. Regis Woods.. DOESN'T PAY ME. The company that OWNS Regis Woods does. I can talk to a, b, c, d, e, f & g and they'll all tell me that I need to talk to Ms. DG who I can't get ahold of! And even when I do, I can practicaly hear what she is going to say. She'll have to get back to me, she doesn't know anything about that. She told me when I turned in my deposit slip she doesn't actually handle all the account type stuff. Its all sent off to corporate. All she does is get peoples punch in error slips straight, makes sure all forms neccessary are filled out and has everything organized and ready for corporate to handle it all. She'll tell me she has to call someone, she can't get ahold of them, there is nothing they can do at this point. I'm not stupid, I know how where I work is. But I'll keep trying to get ahold of her, so whatever.