"Kelsey, were you crying about wearing black? Because If you were I will seriously have to slap you."

"Kelsey, were you crying about wearing black?  Because if you were, I will seriously have to slap you." - Dustin Lieb

No, I was actually crying because I'm stressed out... stressed to the point of dropping weight, which means I'm really stressed... stressed beyond the point of typical stress-binging. haha.  Oh god.  What a fucking week it has been.  I got in a minor ($3,500 total cost) car accident on Sunday Night.  A blasted deer jumped out and I swerved to the right thinking I'd just brush the bushes, but said bushes were obscuring a barbed wire fence. Now the money I wanted to put towards an awesome birthday weekend for my boyfriend will be going towards my $500 deductible.  Hey, at least I have insurance... TG for that.   Before that my phone broke.  We all know my crazy-ass gets anxiety when my phone is inept because it is my only source of communication in my long-distance relationship.  The phone got water-logged when I was swimming at a friend's house; even though I moved the phone for the sole purpose it was out of the splash zone.  I didn't dare tell my father (who pays all of my bills and bought my 2010 car last year) about the phone because he was so good about the fact that the car accident occurred.  So I had to deal with that shit myself.  I am feeling terribly bad about the car though; as much as I hate to admit it, sometimes I'm pretty spoiled.  Not compared to rich people, but I'm definitely spoiled in my own, middle-class way.  I've never paid my own insurance, I didn't buy that 2010 Corolla- my dad did; and, I have never paid a cell phone bill.  I have a billion bugbites and bruises, a weird fucking rash that the dr. said was probably a bad reaction to an antibiotic I was on... (but I'm also a freaky-deaky hypochondriac).
Sigh.  What else... Oh yes, I'm working all day, every Saturday, because I'm the 'new girl' at work, and No, I cannot trade a Saturday shift, unless I want to be fired.  So, this means my boyfriend cannot visit this week, and even next week when he does, I'll be exempt for 7 hours at work.  WTF.  It could always be worse though; my car only had superficial damages, it still runs as smoothly as the day it came into my life.  I sent away for a new phone this afternoon which will be shipped out overnight.  I'm thankful my friends and family and bf put up with me and my dramatic tendencies when shit like this happens. haha.  I'm pretty sure everyone in my family, my friends, and my bf have had to listen to me cry at least once this week, either in person (my poor dad) or over the phone (my poor bf).  And yes, as a matter of fact, I am SO FUCKING SICK OF WEARING BLACK!   Why do I have to dress like Fucking Angelina Jolie circa 1998-2002 to work at Macehole's?!  I can't even wear the 'sexy' black I would like to... so despite the fact I have a closet of black body-con dresses, tanks and skirts, none of that is appropriate.  I am still job searching for another, better paying job.  I refuse to see 1/4 of my pay check go to gas every week.  Let me tell you, Madame Oar's is looking pretty damn promising these days!   JK... I would def. get nakie, but I will not grind my precious goodies on any dude's lap... nasty.

This economy is shit

Why did I ever have the idea in my head that finding a job would be simple as cake once I had a four-year degree?  I'm not even looking for a "real" job (aka a job that pertains to my degree or is one that I can build a career off of) just yet.  All I wanted was a simple, low-wage job just to save some money this summer and make for easy work.  So I finally started work at Macehole's (you know the company I really mean) after they dicked me around for almost a full month after the initial interview and fact they hired me.  What a pain in the ass- I had to write a scathing letter to corporate offices about their lack of organization and the fact they told me I was hired and failed to return my calls or let me know what was going on.  As you can imagine, they were notified and apologized profusely and had me into fill out paperwork within the next couple of days.  I'm yet to be entered into the computer system so I don't have an actual schedule set up, or the ability to request work days, hours, etc. yet.  Therefore, I had to call myself to speak with my manager and find out when she wants me to come into work this week.  Well, as per usual, no one answered the office phone, so I was forced to leave a message telling her I wanted to know my hours this week and kindly requesting she call me back.  No word yet, and that was 5 hours ago.  I JUST WANT TO FUCKING WORK BECAUSE I WANT  SOME FUCKING MONEY!!!!! Goddamn man!  I will scrub floors, or empty trash, I don't care.  However, all of the dicking around Macehole's has put me through is hardly worth the fact I'm being paid $8.00 an hour and my first week in, I was only given 12 hours of work.  Totally not worth it.  My job search continues tomorrow; alas, that does not negate the fact I need money now.  Sigh... it's a vicious circle.  Some might say: "oh, you're so lucky you don't have a job, now you can do what you want"  LIES.  It's kind of hard to go out and have fun with no discretionary income of which to speak.  And I'm not the only one in this boat.  Everything in this two-bit town seems to be closing lately: The Olive Branch, The Pharmacy... this place blows whale dick.  I have so many friends that now have bachelor's degrees and cannot even find simple, temporary summer jobs within a 30 mile radius.  And, with the price of gas, it's totally not worth it to drive more than 30 miles for a low-wage job.  I'm so fucking stressed.  I have student loans to pay off come November, I'm sick of living at home, I'm sick of being away from my boyfriend, and I'm sick of this area.   FML.