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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:35 am
Anyone who read any of my other angst posts knows my situation. Main points to remember, I'm staying in a house, taking care of cats that belong to a person named Jon. The house I am staying in belongs to a woman named Patricia. Jon knows Pat through Pat's daughter, Tiffany. Tiffany is in college 3 hours away. Since the month+ that I have been staying here, Jon has been in the city that is 3 hours away coming down periodically on some weekends. Every time him or Tiffany come by they make a huge mess that I refuse to clean up, because people need to learn to ******** clean up after themselves when they make a mess. I sweep the hallway of kitty litter, and I scoop the litterbox every day. I put dishes away and clean them as I use them and I don't pile things up, as I don't actually get new things. When I do print out or get I keep together somewhere that I know where they are.
Anywho, on with the cause of my recent stress. Now other readers know the stress going on in Disturbed's life. Well, I try my best to be there for her, keep my mind straight and stay calm for her. Here's my problem. I'm 19 years old, I don't have a job and I don't have a driver's license. I don't even have car if I were to get my license. Since I graduated, I moved out with a friend because of step-dad issues(mental abuse for the last 2 of the years and physical for years before that) No one at my bro's(the guy I moved in with) would take me out to get practice driving(I have my learner's) Back at my mom's she always had to work(still does) so no practicing there. So I'm basically floating around(this was before I met Disturbed) That being said, I didn't really care about driving though, I had a low upkeep, I helped around the house and did labor work to actually keep. I had no reason to bother with things. I was just going to exist and slowly die. Then I met Disturbed and everything changed. At least, my mind had changed. My situation had not. I end up goig with Jon to Ohio for 3 weeks(2 weeks longer than planned) and get pissed at that(story already told) come back and move into this house. Still float around doing nothing. Now, most of that was already said, but I felt it necessary to refresh *shrug* a**l much?
Ever since I've been here and been with Disturbed, it has been one thing after another thrown at us. Mine being trivial yet still stressful things that can be avoided had my situation been different. Her's being... well, you all know. I want to just throw all my things out the window and be there for her, but there are three things standing in the way, Job, Driving, Her family. The latter of the three is solved with patience, but the first two I can't do anything about untill someone is willing to help me.
Today.... Tiffany's half-brother came by(Pat had told me before-hand) and came in. I asked him the favor of taking out the trash that Pat had told me he could do for me. I finally have the trash taken out, but It's just going to gather again. He comes in and takes a walk around the house, and when we get out to load the trash into his vehicle, he calmly talks about how his uncle is coming up for a day or whatever, and was in the military so will have a problem with the mess. In addition he gave me a little talk about how he and his father had built the house and it was a little troubling seeing the house in the condition it was in. It wasn't overly messy, but there were things laying around. Almost 80% were ******** papers and s**t that Pat keeps bringing over and ******** leaving every god-damn where. The rest was Tiffany's and Jon's mess. Now I have to go around the house and clean every ******** thing. It's not -my- mess, I shouldn't have to ******** clean it.
This is where most of you will come to one of two opinions:
1. Well, you are staying there for free. It's the least you can do.(this opinion can suck my a**, screw you)
2. Exactly, it's not your mess. People should clean up after themselves. You're only there because of your compassion for the animals and to take care of them. It's not your obligation to clean the house. You -could- just move back to your bro's or mom's and leave Jon s**t out of luck, but you're not. (this is my opinion, and if you share it, *wink* you're pretty smart, haha)
Hum those are the two main opinions, there could be more.
Take the cats and dog away, and I would be much obliged to clean up and do yardwork, but as long as these animals are here and I'm cleaning up their piss and s**t every day, the rest doesn't pertain to me, seeing as I clean up my own messes as I make them.
It's sad that something so trivial can get me riled up, but it has been building up for a month or so. I broke out my temper twice and threatened to move the ******** out to Jon, but his gramma called me the first time, begging me to stay for the animals, and the second time was due to something Jon had said about not trusting me anymore because I ended up taking Tiff's car, left the house door unlocked, and drove to Disturbed's because her family was giving her hell and over-reacting over everything. Plus it was around the time of the scare, which I have learned very much so from. Also, between all these things, and my little pissy drama, was more drama with Matthew, which is abated now and is somewhat flattened out, but can only be expected to break open one of these days.
On a final note, Brian(Tiffany's Half brother) mentioned moving back into the house in a year or there-about. I have to tell Jon this and he has his own troubles. His dad is now on his Deathbed and has only 4 months expected to live, so any outside drama given to Jon just won't matter anyway. It's kind of odd, that even though my own personal drama is so small, I'm still caught in the middle of everything else. How I keep sane, I can only guess, but I have a little klepty-emo-penguin of a clue wink
Well... I guess I'm off to move all the furniture to sweep up, then straighen up the game cords, and throw all Jon's junk into his room. Then, possibly sit down for a bit, chill, and wait for my loverly to come home to talk. Eep, I need to call my mom and see if her work lets her off for Thanksgiving.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:09 pm
Well you are staying there for free, something that is hard to come by. I mean i agree that they should clean up after themselves... after a certain point though you should take some ******** incentive and show a little apprication and clean up. Your nineteen, no one is obligated to care for you byut you. With no job, and no driver's license that means you gotta bust your a** harder then others. I know it sounds harsh but jsut because you are caring for animals and picking up for yourself does not mean your owning your keep.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:15 pm
Quote: Jon had said about not trusting me anymore because I ended up taking Tiff's car, left the house door unlocked, and drove to Disturbed's Also if that was me regardless of the situation you would be done. That is just plain irresponsible no matter how you slice it, unless you were in mortal danger and had to go to the hospital there is no reason to take anothers car without permission much less when you dont have a license and leaving a house that is not yours unlocked is not cool, because if something would have happened the isurence would not cover it because "friend dumbassery" is not really covered
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:26 pm
*grin* Well I haven't been -just- cleaning up after the animals. I've been doing things that Pat had asked Jon to do while he just left and said nothing about it. First it was just cleaning out a few drawers and taking them apart. Then cleaning out the basement for chemical spraying and waterproofing. Had to move stacks of firewood for that too. Then I had to be here while some people that she thought she trusted came and took apart the queen size bed set to take to her house. There was a weeks worth of drama there where they ended up selling stuff off and stealing things from the basement. Pat wasn't here with them, but she had called ahead and said they were coming, which was all I had to do. She trusted them so she didn't want me to hover over them the whole time they were here. I just had to clear a solid path to move things.
I mean, it's not like I do nothing but clean up after and feed the animals. Everytime Pat has come over I've had to load her car full of boxes and other stuff. As far as the "insentive to show appreciation and clean up." I do clean up everything -but- their messes... which I did end up cleaning. It wasn't as if things were all over the floor or anything like that. There were just piles of junk on the tables and s**t, almost all of which are now piled up on Jon's bed in his room(that which wasn't trash)
You're right, about no one being obligated to care for me but me, but busting my a** won't do me any good without help. Can't practice driving with no one willing. I can't do it myself. Can't get a job since the nearest town is 10 miles away. I'm lucky to have three difference places that I -can- stay. I know that but I don't want to be stuck between people's drama that I don't even care about. I mean, I could just as well be a homeless person with no one to care about me at all, but I do have people that either care about me, or just plain -need- me. Currently it's because I'm -needed- Jon has absolutely no one else that will do this for him.
It doesn't sound harsh at all. I hadn't actually mentioned the things I have been doing aside from caring for the animals. Oh yeah, another note of the appreciation, I'm showing my appreciation by being here and taking care of the animals. If I didn't I would just go back to Trev's and maid-whore myself there. Then I wouldn't have to deal with Pat, Tiffany, and all of their dramas.
About the car, he had originally had Tiff leave the keys there -for- me to use.... for groceries... <.< but I -did- need milk so *shrug* It could have very well just been for that(I didn't have enough money to get any though *sigh*). The door, I left unlocked because I couldn't find the key that Pat had left for me while I wasn't there. She had ended up piling junkmail ontop of it(she hadn't told me where it was in the first place, just that she left it) Other than that, I already thought about possibilities and what would happen if something -did- happen. The whole insurance thing, fines if I were cought, not only on myself but Pat for having the insurance on the car, and Tiff for actually owning the car. Anyway, no need to make excuses for my actions now, they've already been made, and I was willing to accept everything before I did it.
Anyway. From what I've gathered, I need to stop complaining about things that I shouldn't even be involved in. Then, with no other option, I should get a job and walk 3 hours to and from work.... and uhhh save money... for a car? uuhh... then get and pay for insurance on the car? Then hope someone will ride with me? I'm pretty lost here. If I don't get angry, I'll just get depressed. I'm not on -anyone's- insurance for anything. No one is willing to let me practice driving. I don't live close enough to a place to work that's actually hiring. All I can do is wallow around and clean. I suppose I have no one to blame but myself. I would have probably given up by now... but I can't. *shrug* meh. It's just a problem that's not even a problem. As long as I'm having stuff handed down to me, I shouldn't complain. Even if I am completely useless.
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