It has taken me this long to realize that social media cannot withstand the capacity of explanation I must convey in order validify my point.
(1.) Including spaces, that was exactly the length of a tweet, and 2.) I could not establish the validity of the word "validify," it remains questionable.)
Anything less than this blog would appear as "bitching" to my friends and followers in the twitterverse and beyond, so I've decided to go Awkward's Jenna, and type my witty and inconsequential journaling into a (5s, gold, thank yew,) iPhone note and share it on my blog, end run-on sentence.
With that being said, my life has been quite pathetic in recent weeks.
I work too much, have nothing to show for it, drink too much and don't sleep enough. I can't cope, I'm stuck.
On the upside, I graduate in May with a degree from an accredited program in Communication/Journalism, Print emphasis, English minor.
What I will do with it? Eh, I'll cross that path when school resumes again.
Which is in less than 2 weeks, by the way.
In any regard, I am the definition of a broke college student. I will graduate so in debt that I cannot begin to calculate for emotional reasons.
I have not looked into careers because I am too busy working part-time jobs to afford the electric, gas, and internet/cable bills at my house in Shippensburg, along with gas and insurance for my car, etc. I'm actually writing this this at one of my jobs, January brings empty wallets and fewer customers.
While at school, I work as a manager at the Phoneathon, a cashier at the bookstore, and during Friday late nights I make burritos for drunken slops on the corner of the rowdiest party street in town.
At home, I am a pretzel princess at Auntie Anne's, where I've slaved away the past five years for meager pay and insufficient treatment or reward.
I also babysit and house/dog sit for the entitled military-family neighbors across the street, that is, until recently.
While I'm at school, a best friend of mine has assumed the position, but I still got priority for dog sitting when I came home for holidays. Apparently my services were less-than satisfactory the last time I sat, so my BFF has been offered my job.
To put it simply and objectively, I was fired.
I have never been fired from a job (unless you count the time Chick-Fil-A closed and the entire crew I worked with was laid-off.)
I take pride in my work ethic. I don't half-ass things. I'm a kind and caring person. My termination from my post leads me to believe I am sub-par, and my ego is bruised.
Also, I NEED THE MONEY.
Now, I'd feel less offended if my "boss" had informed me that she would not need my services anymore. However, she told my bestie that "things with Cassie (ugh, please don't call me that,) didn't work out," and asked my pal if she'd be interested in the job.
As my neighbor, I'd appreciate more than the rumor mill to inform me of my shortcomings in the dog-watching world. Also, I'd really like to know what I did wrong.
What I do admit: the damn dog peed in the basement on New Year's Eve, something I attributed not to my lack of care, but to fear of fireworks.
My best friend also informed me of talk about an injury to the pup's leg which my neighbor/ex-boss presumably credits me.
Like, what?
I have always needed to explain myself. I'm one who craves the proper reasoning behind actions, and the opportunity to express my reasoning. My not-so-neighbor-like neighbor has denied me my right. I am torn.
The supposedly Christian family treats others with distance and judgement, not kindness and understanding. Let me specify, the matriarch does; father, who I know less, is in school or away with work or occupied with tasks. Even still, I've chatted with the relaxed and down to earth Marine while he's in town. Who could blame the man for running from his high-maintenance wife?
I mean, she pays "baby-sitters" to do homework with her children while she's home. She has no job. She barely cooks.
She shops and cleans; okay. However, some summer mornings I would go cook breakfast for her children and help them "study," (it's the summer, for christ's sake!) while she went to the gym. She gets her nails done. She shops at Neiman Marcus for jeans. We live in Levittown, come on now.
But here I go, passing judgement on the woman who unjustly judges me.
Let me just say that a person should love thy neighbor. I've tried, but when love is unreciprocated and only offered if one benefits from such false pretense, then what is a girl to do?
As most military families do, the uptight and unfriendly resident (and her family) of the house across the street move in June. Good riddance, and good luck to your three sons who will be raised to believe that relationships outside of structure and order are frivolous and useless.
P.s. Thanks for the opportunity to learn that being uptight and inattentive to others will result in a misery that not even shopping can solve.
