Getting things done an feelin it... in Plan B

I was suppose to work christmas day. Make a meal for one of my clients who “requested a fresh meal” not the normal frozen shit that he eats. I told the office and even told them the menu. Easy peasy. Then I told them I need to go grocry shopping for him so I can cook an actual meal and will add it to my time card. I get a call. No you can’t do him. They took him off of my schedule. Really? F - it. It is not even worth questioning. Besides I did him tonight and he was drunk on his ass. After the first “incident” with the them wanting me to cover a 4 hour shift ( in the middle of the day 4 to 8 ) when it takes me an hour to get there and an hour to get home - offered to do an 8 hour - no. The care giver wanted her $. Called me back and asked me to work 4 to midnight… are you on crack? No. Just forget about and don’t call me back. Someone is telling me to stay home and I am. Dammit!
Made phone calls today to change my address and now it is begining to feel like I am heading in the right direction. I need too. I am tired of this house waying on me stealing what lil nrg I have left. It is emotional. It’s like a divorce. Time to let her go. I try not to dwell on it. Besides I don’t have time too.
Sharon, Lisa and the girls are coming up tom. One of them has an appt. then there going to see Jan first for they see me. Good. I have re-gifts for Abby that are needed for her new home. Jan’s old tool box, a saw of some sorts, orange extension cords stuff like that. I am glad there are no ties to christmas because then there is no pressure to held accountable to anyone to do anything. Boy, that is a shocker. O! After I get taken off the one schedule she sends me an email that there are shifts open. Reallllly? The place can’t make up it’s mind.
78 degrees today and tomorrow. Yes. I love it. I only have Double D tomorrow - I regifted 2 twin sheets and a large pack of t.p and p.t. Hey I belive you should get what you need.
O! I get my lady back christmas eve and the day after. yea. I miss her and the dog. An extra $100 this week. I have to grab some cookies n milk and call it a party. Boy, I know how to realllly whoop it up.