The Struggle in Daily Ranting
- July 1, 2017, 8:55 p.m.
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Hello.
Long time no chat.
I have yet to find a thrift store that has something I can wear. You’d think that living in Houston there would be a solid variety of stores I could go to. Nope. I might have to wear the blouse I wore for the interview again and try to get away with wearing leggings. Yesterday before leaving work I went to the clearance section and I found a pair of pants and a blouse but I didn’t have enough money to buy them both. I could have bought the blouse but what I really need is the pants. Hopefully I can gather a few more bucks and buy both. Plus we have a sale coming up for associates and I hope that’ll work on clearance too. I’ve skipped lunch these last few days, ate cereal for breakfast and a cup of ramen so that I don’t spend what I have so I can buy the clothes. And so far so good.
I met up the other day with an old friend who took me to dinner. I was starving, but I didn’t want him to know what’s been going on. So I pretended I wasn’t hungry and barely ate so that I could take home the leftovers and have that last be a few days. He didn’t eat much either. I think he might suspect something because when the waitress came to take our plates, in one swift move I said “NO!” realized that I was yelling and then said that I would take the rest in a to-go box. He looked at me as if I were from a different planet. The waitress came back with the food in a box and bag and we sat and chatted for a while. I took advantage of the free refills while we sat and talked. God I miss soda. I mean, being this broke must be a good thing right, not much junk food or soda for me to have.
After I got home, I sat in the parking lot trying to hide the takeout box in my bag, but I didn’t want it to spill. So I took out some sweaters and a blanket I had and went in. My brother saw me struggling with the pile and tried to help but I said no that’s okay. He smelled the food and asked if I had went out. And I said that I met up with a friend that bought hot dogs (We actually went and got Chinese food). And he asks “Did you bring me one?” And I said no because I didn’t pay (which I didn’t) and that I wasn’t comfortable asking my friend to buy me an extra, which resulted in me being called a “selfish prick that doesn’t care” if he starves or not… mhmm. Yup. I’M the selfish prick that doesn’t care. Am I the same prick that steals food and refuses to go shopping? NO! I just walked away and hid my food in my mini fridge. About an hour later he knocked at my door and said if he could have $5 to go buy Jack in the Box. I told him I had money but that I needed it to get gas and to buy work clothes. Aaaaaand I got called an insensitive douche. sigh
Happy Saturday!
-x
J.E. ⋅ July 02, 2017
What a dick.