12.02.04
1:58 p.m.
the root of all evil
My hours at the clinic have been cut drastically and I feel I’m being phased out. They’ve thrown me a bone, and still have me doing inventory, but that only takes about 10 hours a week. Other than that, I’m pretty much unemployed.And now, I’ve come to the point in my living situation that I need to leave. I never planned on it working for an extended amount of time. In fact, I’m surprised it lasted this long.
I’ve known all along that my mother and I are just two completely different people, and I shouldn’t have expected to intrude on her life without serious repercussions. She’s changed. I’ve changed. Life without my father, or his money, has hardened us both.
So, I’m confronted with a dilemma that I just don’t want to face.
I suppose I’ll just finish out the semester and find a new job. Menial work seems to suit me well.
Just for a little while, I wanted to be a carefree college student without worries. Just for once in my life I wanted to not worry about where the next dollar for groceries was coming from, or how I’d pay rent, or the electric bill, or water, or trash…
I knew this college idea was asinine.
