So after 4 months of unemployment, I finally got an interview at the outlet mall nearby (15 minutes away). It went well, I guess, because they called back saying they wanted to do a second interview. BUT. While we were out the other day, mom tells me that dad says if I get the job, he's not driving me out there, because he remembers when I was working at the other store and he had to sit outside and wait for me when I didn't come out exactly when my shift was over (because I HAD TO WAIT FOR WHOEVER HAD THE NEXT SHIFT TO COME RELIEVE ME, I COULDN'T JUST, WALK OFF. DUH.). She said he said I'd have to take the bus or something. BUT. Mom doesn't want me taking the "dangerous" bus anywhere. BUT. Because she's taking care of my grandma, there'd obviously be times that she wouldn't be able to take me either. So I didn't contact the company back. So basically, now, I'm not allowed to get a job until I get my own transportation. I have no idea what they want from me now, but I absofucking guarantee that they will be sitting around talking about how lazy I am for not having a job.
And the beat rolls on: I can literally say that today, the only kind, non-complaining words mom said to me were "good morning" when she passed by the bathroom. From the second I showed my face downstairs til the moment I got tired of it and went back upstairs, she was complaining and nagging and martyring herself. "Don't come in here making a mess" she says. I tell her I don't plan to, and remind her my therapy appointment is today. "I don't have anything to do with that...And I'm not mad!" she replies. Notice I never said anything about her being mad? And then for the next half hour, it's about the damn dishes: "no one does them but me" "no one puts them away but me" "no one cleans the kitchen but me". I did try to cut it down; I told her (agian, for the 99thousandth time) that I either wash the stuff I use, or put it in the dishwasher. "I'm saying this to you, because it's what I'm going to tell your dad" she says. She does that a lot, too: yell at me as a proxy for dad for things he's done around the house. She says it's so dad can hear her yelling at me about it and stop doing it himself. (WTF?!??!!?) So back to the martyring: "I'm washing the dishes, so can you at least put them away when you're done with breakfast?" she asks. I say yes. "There's crumbs all over the counter in front of the toaster!" she says. Those crumbs were there long before I came downstairs this morning. She's of the opinion that she's supposed to just see things and complain about them to other people to do something about. But if anyone else sees something that needs to be taken care of, it'd be "well why are you telling ME for? if you see it needs to be done, DO IT!" So after breakfast, I start putting the dishes away. What I do is, I group items by where they get put away at, and set them by their cabinet/whatever. Then once everything's by it's spot, I can go in a line down the counter and put them in their drawer or cabinet. This way I'm not going back and forth a hundred times for things that go in a hundred different places. Mom sees this and thinks I'm putting things away wet. "They're still wet!" she says. I say I know, I'm not putting them away wet. Meanwhile this whole time, she's still been going on about how no one does anything but her. I say okay, I got it, you don't have to keep saying it. "But repetition helps!" she says. Um, no. Only with some things. I say, no, repetition makes no one want to help you because it comes off as constant nagging and complaining. "That's YOUR philosopy. It only makes sense to YOU" she says. Oh, I say, So nothing anyone says makes sense unless you're the one saying it? "Well, if it's the truth," she says. Aaaaaannnd I am 1000% done, and I say goodbye, and go upstairs. As I leave, she hollers after me "Oh, so you don't love me anymore? You don't want me anymore?" I call back that I never said such, and go on my way to my room.
Update: It's now 9:30pm. I went to my appointment. My therapist says that just giving up doesn't solve my problem, and I should call the potential job (it'd have to be tomorrow, cause she had said do it today but we just just got home) and see if they're still willing to do the second interview with me, and talk to my parents. But I'm still nervous.
work: I start cash register training on Monday! I'm kinda nervous; I know I won't be very fast (efficient), but there's also quality (making sure I do things correctly). I've gotten "reminders" about things almost every day I've worked in the back, so far, so on one hand, maybe they're moving me to see if I do any better somewhere else. On the other hand, it's almost a step up. We also have a few things that fit our house's color theme this year (turquoise, gold and silver again), so I bought some at the end of my shift.
Seasonal: I went present shopping! for myself, I got a clock radio that has an iPod dock on top. It was only like, $11-something at the drugstore, because it's for the older generation of iPods (with the wide plug in spot), but that's what I've got (a gen 3 or 4).
Then for my nephew who's 3, I got 4 books that I liked when I was little (pretty much EVERYONE liked these): "If you give a mouse a cookie", "The monster at the end of this book (starring Grover)", "Corduroy" (dang that's hard to spell!), and for when he's a little older, "Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs".
I plan on getting more cool wrapping paper this year (maybe Avengers themed).
Song currently being played on repeat on my iPod: "A View to a Kill" by Duran Duran, from the James Bond movie with the same title.