Perico's, Guitar Center, and Uncle Craphead Strikes again...
The past few days have been good and bad.
Sunday:
Jackson and I skipped church and slept in until 9:30, which gave me a headache and made me feel like crap all day. Mom and Dad got back from their 25th anniversary get-away extravaganza thingy at about 4:00. I could not have been more relieved to have Jackson off my hands. I was completely fried from the whole ordeal. I love the little guy to death, but I really wish he'd grow up a little. Okay, a lot. After church that night, me and Heidi went to Perico's and got stuffed. She's awesome.
Monday:
I spent the night with Cary Sunday night so we could get up early and make a trip to the Big Salty Ham. Guitar Center had a big Labor Dabor Sale (I wished they would have called it that). We didn't have any money to buy anything, so we just got a free t-shirt for being part of the first 25 to enter the store and we got to eat some donuts. There really wasn't a whole lot to buy anyway. The stuff we need wasn't on sale so we just looked around, ate our donuts, and lost in a guitar giveaway contest (it was a crappy guitar anyway).
After I got back to my house, I fixed up a picnic for Heidi and me. It was fun, though the food wasn't that great. I made cheese sandwhiches, but they got soggy when I put foil over them. I made a peach pie, but Heidi said it tasted like an extension cord. I didn't eat any. We had a good time making fun of the pie.
Later on, we were supposed to have band practice, but (again) only Cary could make it. We tried to sign up for Indie Community again, but decided we are not the best with words and decided that Megan should write it. Jackson really got on my nerves that night. *Side Note* Jackson now wants to sleep in my bed at night. He stayed in my bed last Saturday night because Mom and Dad were gone, and that's where he wants to sleep now (I do not understand why). I couldn't sleep that night. He kept kicking me and moving. I will not let him sleep in there again.
Tuesday:
Going back to work after having two days off in a row was hard (I work six days a week and only get off on Sundays). I decided to test the waters of Uncle Craphead, which I might have to rename to Uncle Multiple Personalities. I got a card in the mail Monday saying that I had a dentist appointment next Tuesday, so I decided to tell my uncle as early as possible. I told him that morning when he got in, but to my surprise he was okay with it. "That's fine. I don't mind you taking off for doctor appointements, just make sure that next time you schedule it on your off day, " he said. I told him that I don't have an off day, and he said "o yea, I forgot." Then I decided to really see what would happen and tell him about the vacation my parents are planning on in November that I have yet to tell him about for fear of being fired. I don't care about being fired anymore, so I told him rather matter-of-factly. I said, "I'm going to be gone such and such week in November..." He immediately blew up, going on a not-quite-yelling-but-almost rampage for about 10 minutes. He pause for a few seconds, making me assume that it was my turn to talk. I said something about the trip, and he just blew up again. He gave me another 5 minute lecture about how I'm not supposed to talk back or interupt him when he's talking. I clearly did not do that. In these lectures, he continued to lie to my face about the things I've done wrong (see previous post), and at the end an eery silence came to be. Finally, he turned and said, "I don't make my schedule around you, you make your schedule around me! Now I'm going to let you have that time off, but you've got quit asking off so much." ...??? #1 "Let" me have that week off. It's a family vacation, and I'm going whether or not I have his blessing. I was just informing him that I'd be gone. #2 My life does not revolve around my uncle and his stupid schedule, which mostly consists of yelling at everyone and whining. #3 I don't ask off that much. I counted it up to 5 the other day of how many times I've asked off in the 5 or 6 months that I've worked there. I would not consider that a lot. #4 I've got the time off after all that mess of anger??? I said, "I have that week off? Is that right?" "I told you that you could have that week off!!" he replied. I said, "Then why did you get so mad about everything in the first place?" Again he said very harshly, "I just told you could have that week off!!!" At this point, I was ready to walk out the door just as any normal person should when they're treated like dirt. He has acted extremely rude, arrogant, and just plain idiotic everytime this has happened. He has insulted me to my face, lied to me about things I haven't done wrong, compared me to another worker that doesn't have anything to do with me, and exagerated the things I've done (i.e. - "you asked off two or three dozen times!") I didn't walk out the door, and looking back I probably should have. But I don't have another job to go to so I need this one for now. Now here comes the wierd part. Later on in the day, he came to me 3 times and apologized for the way he acted, making excuses and sounding like a complete split-personality idiot. This did nothing but make me wonder if he's on drugs or needs to be. I'm sick of dealing with this. This would be a great job if he wasn't involved. Luckily, I have the full support of my parents, who want me to quit right now. They said that I should go ahead and put in my two week notice and they would support me financially until I find another job. Me and my stupid pride won't let me do that. I don't want to be the kid that rides on mom and dad's coattails all the time. I'm an independant person and I like it that way. I've decided to stay in this job until I can find another one, or until he blows on me again, at which point I will kindly tell him to find someone else to work for him and walk out the door. I figure Mom will tear his head off before that though. Dad, my uncle's brother, told me yesterday that he's not my uncle anymore and that we won't be connected to him any longer. I'm guessing that if this doesn't blow over, we won't have Christmas this year, or it will be an awkward one. I don't really like Christmas with that side of the family anyway. My Grandmother's great and all, but I don't feel comfortable over there, especially now.
After work, Heidi made my day a lot brighter. We went walking in the park, ate a Perico's, and watched Kung Pow! Enter the Fist. I've already seen the movie about a dozen times. I know it's extremely stupid, but it's funny. She didn't like it, but it doesn't matter. I love her anyway. Course, she doesn't like martial arts movies, funny or not. Oh, that reminds me that I have to rent or buy the movie The Thai Warrior. Have you seen those awesome previews?
Wednesday:
Now I'm at work by myself in Sumiton (yay). I really hope Uncle Split Personality Craphead doesn't pay me a visit.
Man, I wrote a lot. My apologies to those of you who now have strained neck.
Sunday:
Jackson and I skipped church and slept in until 9:30, which gave me a headache and made me feel like crap all day. Mom and Dad got back from their 25th anniversary get-away extravaganza thingy at about 4:00. I could not have been more relieved to have Jackson off my hands. I was completely fried from the whole ordeal. I love the little guy to death, but I really wish he'd grow up a little. Okay, a lot. After church that night, me and Heidi went to Perico's and got stuffed. She's awesome.
Monday:
I spent the night with Cary Sunday night so we could get up early and make a trip to the Big Salty Ham. Guitar Center had a big Labor Dabor Sale (I wished they would have called it that). We didn't have any money to buy anything, so we just got a free t-shirt for being part of the first 25 to enter the store and we got to eat some donuts. There really wasn't a whole lot to buy anyway. The stuff we need wasn't on sale so we just looked around, ate our donuts, and lost in a guitar giveaway contest (it was a crappy guitar anyway).
After I got back to my house, I fixed up a picnic for Heidi and me. It was fun, though the food wasn't that great. I made cheese sandwhiches, but they got soggy when I put foil over them. I made a peach pie, but Heidi said it tasted like an extension cord. I didn't eat any. We had a good time making fun of the pie.
Later on, we were supposed to have band practice, but (again) only Cary could make it. We tried to sign up for Indie Community again, but decided we are not the best with words and decided that Megan should write it. Jackson really got on my nerves that night. *Side Note* Jackson now wants to sleep in my bed at night. He stayed in my bed last Saturday night because Mom and Dad were gone, and that's where he wants to sleep now (I do not understand why). I couldn't sleep that night. He kept kicking me and moving. I will not let him sleep in there again.
Tuesday:
Going back to work after having two days off in a row was hard (I work six days a week and only get off on Sundays). I decided to test the waters of Uncle Craphead, which I might have to rename to Uncle Multiple Personalities. I got a card in the mail Monday saying that I had a dentist appointment next Tuesday, so I decided to tell my uncle as early as possible. I told him that morning when he got in, but to my surprise he was okay with it. "That's fine. I don't mind you taking off for doctor appointements, just make sure that next time you schedule it on your off day, " he said. I told him that I don't have an off day, and he said "o yea, I forgot." Then I decided to really see what would happen and tell him about the vacation my parents are planning on in November that I have yet to tell him about for fear of being fired. I don't care about being fired anymore, so I told him rather matter-of-factly. I said, "I'm going to be gone such and such week in November..." He immediately blew up, going on a not-quite-yelling-but-almost rampage for about 10 minutes. He pause for a few seconds, making me assume that it was my turn to talk. I said something about the trip, and he just blew up again. He gave me another 5 minute lecture about how I'm not supposed to talk back or interupt him when he's talking. I clearly did not do that. In these lectures, he continued to lie to my face about the things I've done wrong (see previous post), and at the end an eery silence came to be. Finally, he turned and said, "I don't make my schedule around you, you make your schedule around me! Now I'm going to let you have that time off, but you've got quit asking off so much." ...??? #1 "Let" me have that week off. It's a family vacation, and I'm going whether or not I have his blessing. I was just informing him that I'd be gone. #2 My life does not revolve around my uncle and his stupid schedule, which mostly consists of yelling at everyone and whining. #3 I don't ask off that much. I counted it up to 5 the other day of how many times I've asked off in the 5 or 6 months that I've worked there. I would not consider that a lot. #4 I've got the time off after all that mess of anger??? I said, "I have that week off? Is that right?" "I told you that you could have that week off!!" he replied. I said, "Then why did you get so mad about everything in the first place?" Again he said very harshly, "I just told you could have that week off!!!" At this point, I was ready to walk out the door just as any normal person should when they're treated like dirt. He has acted extremely rude, arrogant, and just plain idiotic everytime this has happened. He has insulted me to my face, lied to me about things I haven't done wrong, compared me to another worker that doesn't have anything to do with me, and exagerated the things I've done (i.e. - "you asked off two or three dozen times!") I didn't walk out the door, and looking back I probably should have. But I don't have another job to go to so I need this one for now. Now here comes the wierd part. Later on in the day, he came to me 3 times and apologized for the way he acted, making excuses and sounding like a complete split-personality idiot. This did nothing but make me wonder if he's on drugs or needs to be. I'm sick of dealing with this. This would be a great job if he wasn't involved. Luckily, I have the full support of my parents, who want me to quit right now. They said that I should go ahead and put in my two week notice and they would support me financially until I find another job. Me and my stupid pride won't let me do that. I don't want to be the kid that rides on mom and dad's coattails all the time. I'm an independant person and I like it that way. I've decided to stay in this job until I can find another one, or until he blows on me again, at which point I will kindly tell him to find someone else to work for him and walk out the door. I figure Mom will tear his head off before that though. Dad, my uncle's brother, told me yesterday that he's not my uncle anymore and that we won't be connected to him any longer. I'm guessing that if this doesn't blow over, we won't have Christmas this year, or it will be an awkward one. I don't really like Christmas with that side of the family anyway. My Grandmother's great and all, but I don't feel comfortable over there, especially now.
After work, Heidi made my day a lot brighter. We went walking in the park, ate a Perico's, and watched Kung Pow! Enter the Fist. I've already seen the movie about a dozen times. I know it's extremely stupid, but it's funny. She didn't like it, but it doesn't matter. I love her anyway. Course, she doesn't like martial arts movies, funny or not. Oh, that reminds me that I have to rent or buy the movie The Thai Warrior. Have you seen those awesome previews?
Wednesday:
Now I'm at work by myself in Sumiton (yay). I really hope Uncle Split Personality Craphead doesn't pay me a visit.
Man, I wrote a lot. My apologies to those of you who now have strained neck.