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Yeah. *gives the finger to the general direction of E. Genessee St.*
Sit and spin, assholes. When you get to the elbow the free ride's over.
I am so incredibly pissed right now. How the hell do you make and appointment, double check it a couple of weeks later, go to it, and the bastards lose it? Have no record of it whatsoever? AND CAN'T GET YOU ANOTHER APPOINTMENT UNTIL JULY FUCKING 20TH?????
*is phenomenally put out*
ETA: Gah. I just really, really don't need this kind of shit in my life right now. I guess I shouldn't complain, since things aren't that bad, at least not compared to other people's problems. But goddamn, come on. It's hot and I'm in a more or less constant state of passing out for some reason (Mom thinks I'm anemic.) I just started working at Coastel again, but it's still the whole two days a week thing, and that's not enough money to even keep my head above water, let alone move out. Plus I won't be able to keep working there once school starts. Because of this and a couple of other financial screw-ups, I'm overdrawn at the bank, so Feather is really, really poor. She's also kind of hungry.
On top of all my personal shit (there's more, but it's more or less me complaining about how Quinn isn't with me 24/7, which I'll get over, lol) they found Aunt Meg.
Now, my Dad's family is fucked up and and I can't care less. Mom's family is a totally different story. I'm really close to all of them. Aunt Meg is Mom's sister. Anyway, she's a troubled person, to put it mildly. She disappeared a couple of months ago, and no one could find her. We all thought that she was doing one of her normal disappearances, except that she didn't come back, and she didn't come back... Turns out, she had a nervous breakdown in a park in the city, and they took her to NYU for observation. She was in a loony bin for a month before moving to a halfway house. Now, the kicker is that she told The Sociopath (i.e. the father of her kids/boyfriend/whatever) and he didn't tell anyone. So poor Aunt Meg thought that everyone abandoned her in a psych ward and didn't care.
Nana gets a call the other night from St. Vincent's- Aunt Meg's been mugged and has had the living shit beat out of her. She's got a gash on her head that had to be stapled closed, a broken knee (the kneecap split clean in half) and is coughing up blood.
Of course, St. Vincent's is now in a lockdown because a water main broke and they lost power or something stupid like that. So who knows what the fuck is going on.
(They removed Uncle Dave's brain tumor. Now that he can talk again, he's pissing everyone off and being a general asshole. Back to normal- what a suprise.)
Bah. So can you guys forgive me for sitting under a maple tree and crying for fifteen minutes when they lost my appointment before? Cause I totally did. I feel like an idiot. But it was either that or throw the biggest hissy fit the world has ever seen, and I didn't feel like expending the energy.
I think I'm going to skip Vampire tonight. Oh, hell, no I won't. I don't know yet if I'll go or not.
Fuck.
Sit and spin, assholes. When you get to the elbow the free ride's over.
I am so incredibly pissed right now. How the hell do you make and appointment, double check it a couple of weeks later, go to it, and the bastards lose it? Have no record of it whatsoever? AND CAN'T GET YOU ANOTHER APPOINTMENT UNTIL JULY FUCKING 20TH?????
*is phenomenally put out*
ETA: Gah. I just really, really don't need this kind of shit in my life right now. I guess I shouldn't complain, since things aren't that bad, at least not compared to other people's problems. But goddamn, come on. It's hot and I'm in a more or less constant state of passing out for some reason (Mom thinks I'm anemic.) I just started working at Coastel again, but it's still the whole two days a week thing, and that's not enough money to even keep my head above water, let alone move out. Plus I won't be able to keep working there once school starts. Because of this and a couple of other financial screw-ups, I'm overdrawn at the bank, so Feather is really, really poor. She's also kind of hungry.
On top of all my personal shit (there's more, but it's more or less me complaining about how Quinn isn't with me 24/7, which I'll get over, lol) they found Aunt Meg.
Now, my Dad's family is fucked up and and I can't care less. Mom's family is a totally different story. I'm really close to all of them. Aunt Meg is Mom's sister. Anyway, she's a troubled person, to put it mildly. She disappeared a couple of months ago, and no one could find her. We all thought that she was doing one of her normal disappearances, except that she didn't come back, and she didn't come back... Turns out, she had a nervous breakdown in a park in the city, and they took her to NYU for observation. She was in a loony bin for a month before moving to a halfway house. Now, the kicker is that she told The Sociopath (i.e. the father of her kids/boyfriend/whatever) and he didn't tell anyone. So poor Aunt Meg thought that everyone abandoned her in a psych ward and didn't care.
Nana gets a call the other night from St. Vincent's- Aunt Meg's been mugged and has had the living shit beat out of her. She's got a gash on her head that had to be stapled closed, a broken knee (the kneecap split clean in half) and is coughing up blood.
Of course, St. Vincent's is now in a lockdown because a water main broke and they lost power or something stupid like that. So who knows what the fuck is going on.
(They removed Uncle Dave's brain tumor. Now that he can talk again, he's pissing everyone off and being a general asshole. Back to normal- what a suprise.)
Bah. So can you guys forgive me for sitting under a maple tree and crying for fifteen minutes when they lost my appointment before? Cause I totally did. I feel like an idiot. But it was either that or throw the biggest hissy fit the world has ever seen, and I didn't feel like expending the energy.
I think I'm going to skip Vampire tonight. Oh, hell, no I won't. I don't know yet if I'll go or not.
Fuck.
