Why I don't put up with shit.

*TRIGGER WARNING* I do mention self harm in this post. If you struggle with it, click here. I've called that number twice. It really helps. <3 p="">
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I AM ABOUT 9000% DONE OKAY?

My coworker is a fucking douche. Kind of. Maybe. Ugh.

Okay so I kind of had an interview on Monday. It went really well, but it was a massive cut in hours and pay. Then I went across the mall to check on my other application. They offered me nine dollars an hour, and about twenty nine hours a week. The only caveat is that it's a seasonal position. Um.

And then there's my current job: about thirty to thirty-five hours a week, and eight dollars an hour. And always being stuck behind a register. And then finally, the reason I am seriously considering quitting; my co-worker.

I try really hard to stay away from him ever since he said he hated me and called me weird. But I was on break on Monday, and he came in the back (And was on his phone which he WASN'T supposed to be doing), and said, with no seriousness at all, "About to cut myself because I hate my job."

JSKSKLGJKL;GJG;ljkl;gkl;as I WANTED TO RIP HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF HIS BODY IN THAT MOMENT I WAS SO FURIOUS. But, being the self-controlled person I was, I told him point blank, that to someone who used to self-harm that what he said was EXTREMELY offensive. I AM NOT GONNA PUT UP WITH THAT SHIT. So..... I'm left with a choice.

Do I take the chance and risk not having a job in January? Do I turn them down and stay where I'm at? Or do I work both and see where I end up? Something tells me that the last option is the best. Because then, even if I don't make it past January, I at least still have a job. But at the same time..... I'm not gonna stick around for my co-worker to be an asshole. And I'm ESPECIALLY not gonna stay if he's gonna talk so casually about drugs and drinking and self-harm. Or maybe I'm being too sensitive.

But at the same time.... I don't think I am. It feels like..... Like I should stick up for those of us who cut. And those who burn. Like I have a chance to make a difference, AGAIN. But I also don't wanna be singled out. But.... ENOUGH BUTTS DAMNIT. My boss has become my work-mom. I remember my last work mom; her name was Kim. She kept me safe at my first crappy job. She kept me sane. She looked after me. I think I know what to do. And I think I know what my choice is.

Aaaaaand I have cupcakes in the oven so baiiiiii!!

Sincerely,
-Katie

DON'T call me weird

Alright guys, the world has pissed me off royally.

And, per usual, I am going to vent. And this time, I might actually have some solid advice in here. WHY am I pissed off? For a lot of reasons....

For one, SOME PEOPLE can't seem to keep their fucking noses in their own fucking business and seem to WANT people to pity me! I DON'T WANT PITY. Yeah I was homeschooled. BIG FUCKING DEAL!!!! LOTS of kids are homeschooled and they turn out just fine! Actually, most of them turn out to be super geniuses or rockstars but that's beside the point. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE PITY ME. I am strong, independent, and I DON'T need anyone's pity.

Second, NEVER EVER EVER CALL ME WEIRD. I know I'm not normal. I'm strange. I do the whole fandom thing. I write fanfic. I scream the loudest at concerts. I listen to music not a lot of other people listen to. I spend too much time on youtube and I rarely watch make-up or hair tutorials. My parents raised me with an actual work ethic and to take pride in myself and what I do and my accomplishments. But I AM WHO I FUCKING AM AND I WOULDN'T CHANGE A BIT OF IT. And I do NOT take flack from people about it. I know I'm weird and I LIKE it. But when you use it as an insult, I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU FIGURATIVELY. And you know what, you're an ass if you try and make me feel bad for it.

And finally, I am switching jobs. I work with a bunch of pricks and people who pity me and I'm sick of my schedule causing drama and being lonely and miserable for five days a week. I'd rather be broke and happy and free than miserable. I have to do what's best for me. In the end, that's always what I'm gonna do. And I hate when other people force my hand. I'm just done. Done. D O N E DOOOOONE!!!!!

Sorry. I just had a sucky night at work and people are making me mad. And the hard part is I live with one of them. -_______- I seriously just hate my life sometimes. Sigh. That's what fanfic and music is for I guess.... But it shouldn't be this way. It's not SUPPOSED to be this way. I'm just... not good at things I guess. Outside of being a freak. :/Whatever.

BUT DON'T EVER CALL ME WEIRD OR TELL ME YOU HATE ME WITHOUT A REALLY FUCKING GOOD REASON. I swear. We've all learned here that words have a lot more power than you may think. Need I even MENTION  the stuff that happened to me in 2012? Don't be a douche, ok guys?

Sincerely,
-Katie

SO LIKE EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED

And it pretty much EVERYTHING has.

Sorry I've been AWOL lately! Our computer got stolen and as you can tell by some of my other posts, I tend to write A LOT. :P But now I have not one but two computers in my home and they are both super awesome! :D

So yeah like EVERYTHING has changed. I believe last time I left you was... wow, all the way BEFORE the Heffron Drive concert (Btw, click HERE to read all about how INSANELY EPIC AND AWESOME THAT WAS! :). Then after that.... Well, shit went down.

Seems someone can't seem to comprehend the word NO. And thus, as soon as my mom is a little bit healthier, we are going to the police station (Actually, I may go sooner if I can pull some strings). And thanks to douche bags being douche bags, my mom know knows my feelings towards girls and believes I am just confused (This I expected, but I'm also dealing with bi erasure at home. I fucking hate douchebags). Anyways, she handled it A LOT better than I thought. Kind of. I mean we're working through things. That's all we can do.

But, we decided to ignore that for the time being and focus on the fact that MY BIRTHDAY WAS A FEW DAYS AWAY. :D I turned nineteen in the time I've been gone too. I HAD SUCH AN AWESOME BIRTHDAY!!! :D I got my ears double pierced and went shopping and went out to dinner and had SO MUCH FUN!!! I'll post pictures soon, on instagram (*Cough* Follow me *Cough*).

But then, well, my mom got sick. She was to the ER twice over last weekend and found out her gallbladder had a huge stone and needed taken out. And then on top of that I got sick too. And since getting someone to cover my shift is like trying to raise the dead (Without voodoo or black magic), I spent Friday and Saturday behind a cash register trying not to pass out. -_- And it's about to get even harder because I CAN'T work tomorrow morning, and I have a feeling I'm gonna get written up trying to switch. And then there's the state of my next paycheck....

Eh, who cares? That's pretty much everything. My mom just got out of surgery, she's doing fine, and... well, now that she's better, maybe we can start working through my issues. Though I'm scared of that too, because there are still some things I just don't want her to know. :/ I'll be okay. I refuse to think otherwise.

I love y'all and I'll talk to you soon so baiiiiiii! <3 p="">

Sincerely,
-Katie

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