Lesson Learned

A few months ago I paid Jes' rent in full. 425. I also paid mine. Thats 850 in one month. I have yet to see a dime or have my rent be dropped lower.
Last month I gave her 160 to cover the rest of her rent and foolishly didn't write it down or keep her deposit slip.
few weeks ago I handed her 45 dollars to make it 205 that she had, meaning my next paycheck would more than cover the last 220 I owed. She informed me I only gave her 60. I'm going to go ahead and call bullshit on this one. Just big ol' stinkin' bullshit.
But it's my fault. She said she'd look into it, but I hardly doubt she has. Now her cellphone is turned off and I've handed her 250 for rent and with that 60 still owe...
115.

So lesson learned. If she needs money for something I'm saying no. I need to get married and have a better job so I can drop this shit for once and for all. Because I can't keep doing this. Listening to her bitch about money when she "Still works at Walmart" and can have a second job, and when she has yet to take her low life of an ex to court for child support payments.
So go ahead Jes, keep on struggling. It's the hole you started digging years ago and will keep digging until you pull your head out of your ass.

Oh and did I mention the other night her and Joey got high as hell? So much for no drugs in this apartment eh? I need to get the fuck out of here. I'm terrified I'm going to come home and my shit will have been pawned or I'll be homeless. I'm so fucking scared, when I shouldn't be.

We get it, the economy is down

So everyone thought Walmart was untouchable, that they weren't going anywhere huh?
WRONG. I can't say we're going anywhere, but I can say that with the opening of a brand new store 5-10 minutes away from ours, business has bombed out. And it will probably stay that way until we have grocery and produce as well.

And because the store is not making any profit, what with lack of business and renovations going on, everyones hours have been cut. There are some of us who have steadily been losing hours since after Christmas, like me. And then there are those who were part of the massive Red Xing on the schedule.

Management decided that everyone who is fulltime will lose two 8 hour shifts in two weeks. Part time is to lose two four hour shifts in a span of two weeks.
Someone explain to me how I managed to lose 11 as a part timer?

My hours were already crap, I went from 33 hours a week which payed the bills and rent and now I am down to 23 one week (With the cut) and 22 the other (With the cut)
So you have already chopped my hours, and yet you're going to cut them again when some people are still working 40 hours a week no problem?

Its time for a change. And that change is getting me the fuck out of Walmart.

Domain Names

I figure if I want to be a bit more mainstream with my blog I need to get out there. I Dropped ten bucks on a domain name, although it takes a day or so for it to get set up or something.
So now, when you come to my blog you will be redirected to JenBoyd.com

I know, I'm so hip and cool it hurts. Heres hoping my traffic increases and my profits rise, eh?

EDIT: After fighting with it for an hour and being confused and customer assistance not really helping I canceled everything. It looks like my measly blog will be staying right here at blogspot for the time being.

Ok, time to talk.

I'm jealous. I read blogs day in and day out, thanks to stumble. I manage to find some I like and bookmark them, checking weekly, some even daily. I see people like EvilBeet make a living off blogging and thrive at it and I get jealous.
I want to write and get paid for it! I want people to hang on my every word and wonder what I'm going to say next. It happens at walmart, but thats only because in a 7 hour day of cashiering I'm pretty much the funniest thing there next to the guy buying the Enema and baby oil.

I need to get back into the habit of writing. I need to start writing constantly, even if I don't feel like it or my idea isn't that good. I'm debating opening another blog just for short stories or writing little tidbits. I normally got my writing out by Mafia.org but now I can't be bothered because the game sucks so bad and the same thing happens time after time.

I wish someone would just knock on my door and tell me I'm brilliant and that they want to publish me. (I wrote punish first, what does that say about my brain?) Frankly, I just want the easy way out. I'm all for writing and writing and writing, it makes me happy. But I'm not ok with the whole "Your writing needs to improve." bit of it. I don't like judgment, not on things that come from my heart.

So my new years Resolution, although a bit late, is to start writing again. Not just writing, but spilling every damn thought that is in my head. Making sure that nothing remains locked inside of me, regardless of how painful it could be to have someone tell me they don't like it.

And the other resolution is to find a fucking writing class online and sign up. I need stimulation, and I need to get back into the swing of things. Because blogging is wonderful, but I'm never going to get a book deal off the shit I Put here.

Bank Of Jen: Closed

This afternoon my brother called me. I wished him a happy birthday and he instantly asked me for cash because his car got booted.
Boo-Mother-Fucking-hoo. I told him to get a job. "But Jenny, you don't understand." "No, I do. You need to get a job. How about this Pat, if you want to call me to say hi and talk, thats great but if you want to call to ask for money, don't fucking bother. The bank of Jen is closed." And then I hung up on him.

Welcome back Spine, I missed you.

Money

When I left work Sunday afternoon I picked up three packs of smokes. One for each day off. I was determined not to spend any money on my days off, knowing I didn't need too.

Well with 300 and something for the car rental, almost 200 for the car repairs, and the 180 for the comcast bill, I guess I was mistaken on that spending money thing.
Not only did I pay all of the rent this month, but I'm the only one paying the comcast bill.

Long story short, this shit needs to stop. I can't afford it anymore. I really cant. I am two seconds away from canceling the cable because I can't afford it. I'd keep the internet, but I'd cancel the cable.
I don't watch TV. Let them pay for that shit.

We're going to the chapel....

So yesterday I had an appointment with Davids Bridal to try on wedding dresses. Emily finally convinced me to go, so I dragged her and invited my Mom to come along. (Also invited my sister but she's all "Grown up" and has one of those "Real Jobs" people keep talking about.)

Emily and I drove in my car and ended up arriving about 40 minutes early. We both forgot about breakfast so I bought us sandwiches at Jimmy Johns across the street. I seriously forgot how good Jimmy Johns is. And it really is, Freaky fast. You walk in and this chorus of "Hey!" "Hows it going" "Sup?" fill the air and its just a wee bit unnerving.

We headed to Davids Bridal and filled out the forms and then... It was time. I tried on a princess dress (When I get to my moms I will link to pictures.) and the train was far too long, plus it weighed about 50 lbs with all the stuff on the bodice.
I then tried on another princess dress, which I don't have pictures for, but knew I didn't like it.
Then I tried on my dress, WHICH YOU CAN SEE HERE. MEANING JOHN DON'T CLICK, and I loved it. It made me look skinny and tall and not to mention LIKE A PRINCESS!

But Emily and Mom insisted I try on other dresses. I think I tried about 15 on total, and by the end of it I was exhausted. We got the dress, the slip, the corset/bra thing, my Veil, Blusher and of course... MY TIARA, Because what princess is complete with out one?

Mom then signed up for the DB Credit card and bought the dress and all the fixins to go with it while Emily and I pondered Bridesmaid dresses. I have decided that we're going to do a black and White wedding, since we don't really know what month or season it will happen in. And then we can at least use whatever color from that season as accent colors and such. (See ma, I'm a girl sometimes!)

So all in all, I had an awesome day yesterday. Emily came over and I made us some pasta for dinner only to play BOOGIE SUPERSTARS for the next two hours. That game has started to be quite the work out.
I then finished my drink, had a few more, and went to bed. Dress shopping is TIRING.
This is why I prefer pants.

Oh, and apparently my ragged old Adidas Flipflop/Sandals are not appropriate Wedding wear :(

I found my spine!

Tonight I stood in my living room and told Joey that when he gets a job he's to start paying a 1/3 of the rent and 1/3 of the electric bill since he basically lives here now.

He said ok.

YAY ME!

Kitty says Mehr?

Well its official folks! I'm getting a cat sometime before I die.
I finally admitted to myself and others that being in this apartment is lonely as hell since my roommate hides away and doesn't even say hello to me in response to my greeting.
So I'm getting a cat. I spent yesterday watching training videos and reading about cats. Then I went on helpingpaws.net and looked at the cats. There was a pretty one named Abbey who is 2 years old and I want her.

Only problem is, cats cost money. Something I dont have a whole lot of at this point. So just to keep myself chipper and not go inside in this quiet ass apartment, I will keep thinking about Marmalade Steve Dick Martin Amadeus and hope that soon I can afford her.

In other news, I hate laundry. Cleaning is fun. And I need more diet coke.

Letter for Jessica

Note: I'm not only going to print this out, but I'm going to link her to my blog as well. Perhaps then she'll realize the error of her ways... Or kill me. Its really a coin toss at this point. (Typed Toin coss first. haha.)

So wish me luck, and if I manage to get home from work and not be dead, I will let you know how that went.
But now there is coffee done, and it needs to get inside me.


Jessica,
I have done half of the dishes in the dishwasher and all of the ones you so thoughtfully left out for me. You said we were not going to be using the dish washer due to our extremely high electricity bill so imagine my surprise when instead of doing the dishes you loaded the dishwasher.
Although I know it wasn’t the dish washer that caused our electricity bill to be sky high. I discovered it probably had something to do with you leaving the oven on over night at 350 degrees and 325 degrees.

But its ok, because I’m sure you being too stubborn to call the complex to come and fix our dryer resulting in you running it 3-4 times to dry a load helped tons too. Not to mention your inability to turn off the tv when you leave a room. (We’ve covered this already.)
So please either run the dishes in the dish washer and put them away, or wash them by hand. I have sent you a 90 dollar check through the bank, but consider 30 of it towards the next bill since some of the things that ran up that bill are nothing I did, considering my room is the same temperature as it is outside right now.

Also if you are going to fight on the phone, could you be so kind to go somewhere else so that neither I, nor the rest of the building can hear you? That would be great.
Thanks so much and hopefully this lovely passive aggressive gem will be taken to heart,

Your Freezing cold and dirt poor roommate,
Jen

The words mean something, I'm sure of it!

I'm in one of my moods where I want to write but have no idea what to say. I wanted to RP on Mafia.org but John has gone and been a doo doo head and flown to Atlanta (in game) and thus leaving me stranded in Miami with no bar to post in.

So here I am, empty daunting text box just waiting to be filled with my thoughts. I have millions of them but I'm not sure which one to focus on right now. I do enough bitching about Jes to last a lifetime and we all know I have amazing friends.

Perhaps I should write about how I don't want to work at Walmart for the rest of my life and it scares me that perhaps I will have too. I'm also worried that when the baby gets here I'm going to hate Jes and everything that she has turned into.

But if I can manage to get another job then perhaps I can move out completely on my own. Sure it'll be lonely but I don't want to move back home, and I may not want to stay here. I get annoyed with her so easily. Our electric is 180 this month, meaning I have to cough up 90 bucks and I am positive I didn't use that much electricity. I wish there was a magical way to break it down to see what outlet used what and such.
Theres no way I used that much, my room could be the fridge its that cold.

But alas, I will suck it up and move forward because I dont like to upset people, and even if I did, "She's pregnant" which is her constant excuse for everything. Like today she can haul up bags upon bags of things filled for the baby but she can't take the damn garbage out. Just because Joey does it does not mean you don't have too. Much like the dishes, you have the ability to do those as well. I know, shocking isn't it?

Ugh, I've gone off on a rant again. Perhaps this moving in with a pregnant chick wasn't the brightest of my ideas. I saw how anal she was at work about cleaning things and assumed she'd be the same way here. Boy howdy I was wrong.

I need to sleep. Mainly because if I don't I'll go suffocate her while she does.