Actually I'm not that mad. I am pretty upset and frustrated though. I'm trying to get my FASFA sorted out so I have money to go to college in the winter, but I can't figure out how to work the site. Great, which means I have to go to the office for the FOURTH time and argue with them until they actually do their job and help me. More great news is that I may be out of a job soon. The business I clean for is playing around with the idea that they may hire a professional company to come clean for them. Ya know, people who get on their hands and knees to scrub the floors and strip and wax them once a month. I don't know how they plan on paying them, considering they're already in debt and just opened a new building for the lawyers (so at least they won't leave evidence of their drunken parties around the DOCTORS office. Yuck).
I turned in two job applications tomorrow and once I can find time I will escape to my dads house to use his Internet to apply for jobs. Which means I have to work on my resume to; I wanted to do so today but I forgot my flash drive at home. Seems money will have to be saved until I know that I have a steady income. Or until I know my goddamn FASFA went through finally. That way I'll get checks from the school.
CPS called us the other day (Child Protection Services) and they said that we may have to adopt the four grand kids because Jr. and Robyn could be facing jail time for their inability to care for their young. Jr. is ready and willing to give up his children (probably discovered that no woman would date a man with four kids unless her name was Ashley). Jr.'s at least supposedly getting job interviews, where as Robyn is covered in tattoos that she herself made so she looks like a tramp and wears clothes that says she is. She only wanted to apply at bars, so she went down Midland street. But she hasn't heard anything yet. Huh, not even the bars want her. AND she took my damn flip-flops! I said she could wear them around MY house not take them to her cousins house (where they're living in the basement that floods). Well guess where they are? And I'd better get them back or hell will fly!
Alaina got outside yesterday and when she finally decided to come back in she started acting all weird like and she still was this morning; and she even tried to get back outside when I went to leave. Guess I'll have to keep a close eye on her from now on. I'd really hate for that to become her official home, like some select people want her to be. Ugh, so much stress. I just want to cry for a little bit. And beat some kids... at least I'm at delta where I can pick on people my own size. Well off to the office to discuss financial aide AGAIN!!
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