Life sucks.
Tuesday, my boyfriend messed his shoulder up at work. First, let me give background on this "job"... It is at a plant nursery. He works 60 hours a week, Mon-Sat 8AM to 6PM. We are a single car family, I get NOTHING done! But whatever, it's a job. He is doing manual labor, making minimum wage, and working harder than any other employee there. He feels unappreciated and hates the job. I figured, well, he will get 20 hours a week time and a half and he will feel better when the paychecks start rolling in, but no. They don't even pay time and a half. Which I found out was illegal!
Anyways, back to Tuesday. Fucks his shoulder up at work. He tells his boss that he hurt himself. The boss says okay, go to the doctor. Nothing about workman's comp is brought up. We go to the ER (he doesn't have insurance) and we tell the doc that he hurt himself at work. She tells him not to return until Monday. He needs MRI's, but they won't administer them in the ER unless you are dying. We can't take him to a doctor to get an MRI because he doesn't have health insurance. No one will see him. So he gets a sling, percocet, and a doctors note.
He takes his note in the next day. They said, "Oh, why didn't you tell me you hurt yourself? We have a doctor for that!" Daniels like, "Um I DID!" WTF?
Today is Saturday. Payday. He picks his check up, and they give him two checks. They fired him! They hired someone else in his spot the DAY he went to the ER!!!
This is illegal. Way illegal. We are fucking suing.
In the mean time, We have no money. Rent is almost due. My cell phone bill is $500, and I am stressed out! I can not have the cell phones shut off, because I have a wireless internet card on that account, and if I lose m internet, I can't so my school work and will be kicked out. So, I called my old boss at the gas station (who LOVES me, Thank "God") and she hates one of the morning girls and is going to try and let me come back. Every time I see her she talks about how she misses me and wishes I could come back, so I know she will find a spot for me soon.
I am so happy to (hopefully) go back to work. I hate staying at home. HATE IT! I like feeling like I am contributing to the household finances. And lets face it- I suck as a housekeeper. My place is a disaster. Here's the thing, I hate being cooped up. And I am fucking cooped up right now! I sit here, in my apartment, too tired to do anything because I sleep too long and I am too groggy and don't move my ass off the couch. Then the say is over, I got nothing accomplished, and I start all over the next day. It's a never ending vicious cycle. Plus, I get headaches if I don't leave the house. FML.
I haven't even been excercizing. I've probably gained all of the weight back. I am scared to death to weigh myself, because I may just off myself if I gained the weight back. I have to lose fifty pounds by my Mom's wedding in October. That is a lot, and I can't afford to get off track.
Oh well. It will get better.
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