Uggggh. I fuck up once at work. ONCE. I tell a really bitchy (female) manager that really no one in my department likes to basically suck my dick and I get taken in the back room by the store manager and told that what I said could be taken as sexual harassment (fucking double standard). Then my job coach calls my house and my mom yells at me. Today, she caught me in bed at 7:00 PM (because I stayed up until 5:00 AM) and she says I have to go to bed at 11:30 PM regardless of whether I'm working or not. Mind you, I arrive home at 11:00 PM on most nights of work. What the fuck? She's also going to shove me back into therapy because she's so fucking blown away by what I did. The very same therapy when I got caught with that illicit pic back in February, so this may be more of an advantage than a disadvantage. "I didn't raise you to say that", she says. Welcome to reality; no mother knows (or is supposed to know, for that matter) what her kids are really doing behind her back. Let me ask you this: If my mother is so fed up with my behavior, why hasn't she kicked me out of the house yet? It'd be much easier on the both of us.
5 years, 5 months ago
30 May 2013 01:44 CEST