sorry i haven't been blogging, but i've been feeling really kicked lately. i was supposed to go to Boston to see my mom for z's birthday this weekend. But mom called last week and said marty was taking her to costa rica for the week instead. So i'm all hurt and angry about that. and guilty, of course, because how awful is it that i'm angry at someone with cancer.
then yesterday, i had a bad day at rock and roll heaven. the boss is never kind about mistakes, and so i was still feeling picked on from when i first came in, and then i was trying to clean the machine and broke the bobbin case. and he of course flipped out and said he might have to send me home, and so i just left. it felt so good to storm out of there, and my escape vehicle, the foster street bus, was right there, so i had a great getaway.
of course, he called my cell when i was on the bus and said, "i said MIGHT"... as my therapist said, i can't even do that right. but he sorta apologized, in his emo straight boy privileged way, and told me i could make up the hours. so sadly i didn't burn that bridge, but that's not really something you can do in this sort of economy. i did go home and finish enough bags for brigid that she will pay me more than a whole day at souldier. and i set up an etsy shop (caitlinleah, doncha know). i have 1 measly item and no personality, but the idea of alchemy facinates me, and it would be a dream to have that be an income source.
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