Ok, blogging to get this off my chest. Comments not required.
Ok, so this past month or so I've been working on this charity with my mom. Or moreso, doing all the work for this charity that my mom is supposed to be hosting, and not getting enough credit for it. I've been going to places nonstop, everywhere in St. Louis now has my name, phone number, and email address. I've said the whole "I'm with *charity organization*..." spiel so many times that I think that I've got it down to taking less than a minute to tell them that whole story along with the story about TTTS. It's frustrating because I have to balance this with being super shy and awkward, and a job, and no car. She has literally done nothing. I have tried to get her to call places and she refuses. Says she is sick, says she has no voice, says her phone is broken. Which is just not true, except the phone part, which didn't happen until just recently, when she let me 4 year old sister play with it and drop it in water. I have even tried to force her to get in touch with people by having them call her. No go. I realize that that was super immature, but damn, it'd be nice if she did something. I was in touch with St. Louis's weekly alternative paper, they were giving us a discounted rate of $50 to advertise with them. To start things off she was outraged that they'd charge anything, which ok, they are a big paper, with lots of charities asking for help $50 ain't a thing. So I tried to get her to contact the founders of the charity and ask if they would pay for it since we'd be making the $50 back anyway. She refused to. Never did it. A few weeks later(one week too late to get in on all the weeks I wanted) she decides its a good idea, and wants to do it. So, I give her the ladies info. Nothing. Last chance we have for it, the lady calls me, I tell her that she needs to call my mom since she has all the final say(see that's where I got super immature), the lady does, and my mom talks to her and says she will email her that night. Two days later(two days too late), I ask whatever happened with it, and she gives me some bullshit excuse about how she forgot or some crap. Whatever. So we missed that chance because of her. I've been doing all the work for this, and I feel like it's super unfair. I'm so frustrated.
If this was a business, she would have been fired by now.
On top of all that, I just started a new job, and she is wanting me to skip out of so much work with them so I can do this work for her. Everyday she asks if I have talked to these people, or have gone to see these people, or if I've picked up this yet. I'm sorry lady, I have a job, and I need to work! Yesterday I posted on facebook about getting a new game. A game I picked up at the mall I work at, about 15 minutes before clocking in. Her comment "Are you gonna bring it with you on our trip?(Our trip to host another one of these parties) Have you gone to Fitz's yet?" Jesus woman. I am your daughter. I know you have more things to talk to me about other than this freaking charity stuff. Like if my boyfriend is doing well....
Since he just had surgery on his face. Yes, that is still stressing me because he is constantly worried that something is going to wrong, and that it is already infected(which it isn't! And it's chances of becoming infected are almost nonexistent), and is upset because he can't sleep in the bed because he need to sleep sitting up so he doesn't roll to either side, and he can't sleep when he does try to sleep in the bed sitting up, and refuses to sleep on the couch anymore(which I'm sleeping out there with him. I've set it up so it is pretty damn comfy for the both of us). And basically he is stressed out about that, so I am too.
On top of that his ex fiance/friend gave birth to her twins the day after his surgery through emergency c-section. They were due in July. They both weight one pound each and are 12-13 inches long. So far they are doing fine, but it is still a stressful situation because ever since my sisters preemie twins worry me.
And on top of that, the days I asked off for(for this freaking trip, and the coming home to host a party/fundraiser, which btws, I'm going to Kansas, throwing a party, sleeping, ad going directly from there to the party in st. Louis that I am also "co-coordinator"of. No stopping in between), I have not got off. I'm in the process of calling around, but I don't know how successful I'm going to be.
Then there is our wonderful fucking apartment, with our douchebag landlord. We just got new neighbors and it is awkward. They are loud and yell at their kid a lot. Just like the other neighbors on that side of the building. Joy. Our upstairs neighbor is also still a loud douchebag as well. And our fucking dishwasher broke. It is shattered. The sprayer part is all in pieces. And it's in our lease that we have one, but Jesus. If this is anything like the blinds and refrigerator, it'll be quicker if we just move out than try to get our landlord to actually do his job and replace it.
Speaking of moving out, we were looking for a house to buy but my boyfriend freaked out about money and now doesn't want to even consider buying for quite a few more years. Ok, well, we both agree that this place is terrible and we don't want to live here any longer, so will you at least help me look for a new place to rent. Maybe a house so we can have a back yard and not have annoying neighbors? Please. He won't even consider it. He won't even take the time to help me look for places.
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