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Luck of the Praying Mantis. |
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Alright... I'm in a little bit of a shock-like state currently. Forgive me if I ramble on unintelligently. I guess I'll start at the beginning...
Really unnecessary to read... backstory. My family has been a total disaster since... goodness, January? No! October! Things got worse and worse to the point where my entire life fell apart. My father was... god, I don't even want to remember... an abusive alcoholic and he hadn't worked in uh... quite a while, 8 months by this time. We had to put the house up for sale because we couldn't afford to live there. Well, things deteriorated and somewhere in January he hit me. It was at that point where Mommy, Lisa and I felt if we could escape, we would. Come March the house FINALLY sold. We couldn't even afford to stay there til it was time to move out. Then we had a month to move out. One month to move 24 years worth of crap. Or throw it out but you know how it is. xd
Anyway, we left my dad and moved into a semi, ten minutes from the home I was raised in. We struggled on and lately have been suffering beyond all else from lack of money. Sadly, my mother stayed in touch with my father who we were all VERY angry with because he had gone to check himself in to a detox place a week before Mommy, Lisa and I moved out. He was still sober and Mommy was willing to give him a chance because he was going to AA and seeing a councillor and was on anti-depressants. I was forced to be around him and was really miserable.
We've been struggling with money since we moved out pretty much and because I work for a temp agency, I was almost never working and whenever I did, it wasn't reliable. Back in June I was given a job through my temp agency that was supposed to last a month. It didn't even last 5 whole business days. The money I had been saving was locked in my savings account for a trip to Montreal and if I had more work, I would be able to go. Unfortunately we couldn't even afford groceries, let alone make the rent payment. I had to give my savings. That was when I broke... you guys may or may not remember. I've been on anti-depressants pretty much since then and have been surviving emotionally and mentally even without money.
My dad still hasn't gotten a job. He pays for our groceries, he goes to our house, we go to his... I'm getting along with him... like I never have before. It's really weird. He paid for my drivers license (I love driving!) and has been way super helpful. And he's spent most of his money on us so the animals and us have food. It's ridiculous.
So then I got another job that was supposed to be a while... lasted two weeks. Then I found out it was supposed to go from End of July to October. I haven't worked since up until last week. Where my story begins. Even though I've got how many paragraphs already? xd
Yet more backstory but this isn't long. So last week, I went to London with my dad to visit the queen who had a job interview. On the way he went at me about the money situation. As I already felt like I was a failure as my anti-depressants needed to be stronger, I was all emotional and GRAWRG. He was saying I should take a job anywhere. He then said that some one he knows, knows someone at Rogers who could get me an application. That night I got home and got a call from Adecco (who hadn't called in WEEKS) asking if I was still looking for work and gave me a phone interview... for Rogers! So I was all WTF AWESOME. So I then went in to Rogers for a full interview on the Thursday. I worked on Tuesday and got the chance to work on Wednesday. I thought this was way awesome and then I even got a chance to work Thursday night after my interview. So... I get into Rogers completely stressed beyond reason. Everyone told me I'd be fine. I spazzed. Screwed it up and didn't get the job. It would have been excellent too. So I was all disappointed and totally distressed and depressed and oh I could go on, woe is me, miserable, suicidal... etc.
Adecco called this week while I was just coming out of the miserable thing and I got a call from Adecco. So I had work for a day. WOo. In the mailroom at the most difficult location for me to get to... either walk for an hour and take one bus or take three busses and wait 20 minutes. Ah well, it's just one day.
At the end of the day, I asked if I was needed the next day and I was so I came in again. So I came home all happy and junk and stuff because I got to go to work the next day. Exhausted as anything though. Mommy asked if I'd go out and water with her and I said NO. Because I'm lazy and didn't wanna go out. I went out anyway when she was finished watering the front. She told me there was a praying mantis out front and since I'd only seen three in my whole life I thought I'd go poke at it. And I did. I have pictures! I even brought him in the house and put him on webcam!
Then I took him back outside and took some more pictures.
Then I left the poor guy alone after returning him to the garden. Anyway, I heard that Praying Mantis' are good luck. I had a really good night that night AND the next day as well. It was excellent. We're on yesterday now... and I did my awesome job skillz and it turns out I had some work to do today.
Now! FINALLY I'm on today... I'll put a thingy up further so you don't have to read all the other stuff. Some dummy went to bed somewhere around 12am... when they knew they had to get up at the ungodly hour of 5:30am. So here I am, running around at 5:45 while my ride is outside. We went to Tim Hortons for breakfast and then dropped Mommy off at work. My dad then took me to the Galaxy parking lot and I got to DRIVE!!! It was SO much fun. I played around for over half an hour before I had to go to work. Getting out of the car, dad said he wouldn't be able to get me at 4 because Lisa has to be at work at 4:30. I said I'd just leave at three and not worry about it and he said that would be the day they go to hire me at 4 and I wouldn't be there. I laughed and went on my way.
As I was on my way in to the building, I was going up the steps and I stopped. There in the middle of the walk way... was a praying mantis. COOL I thought. I went and looked at him and decided it wasn't a safe place for him there. So I picked him up and took my ten minutes to walk him over to the bush area behind the building so he would be safe. I set him down grinning and went in to work all happy hyper. Then I got to stuff more envelopes for hours. I have like 20 paper cuts guys. I'm in pain. So I kept ending up with work... 2:30... 3:00... 3:30... then it's almost 4 and I was thinking I could still catch a ride. So I asked at 5 to 4 if my supervisor needed anything else and she sent me off saying she didn't need me Tuesday. On my way out the door, I was flagged down to go and talk to the Master Mailroomer or whatever one would call her. I got hired you guys. She offered me a job. Seriously. She said I could start as early as Tuesday. I said "Sure.". I have a job... eek
Anyway, I start on Tuesday for training. It's full time 9-5 (ew.) and there will be benefits and I'll have money and I'll go to Montreal and get a visa and the next thing for my license and move out and omg...
Yeah... so the moral of the story is... Stop to admire a Praying Mantis.
Glorfirith Annun · Sat Sep 02, 2006 @ 12:07am · 10 Comments |
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