Jobs...

I'm really at a loss with what to do now. Mom came home, then flipped out because some of the house wasn't clean. As I took my litter downstairs and out the back of the house, Mom yelled at me telling me if I don't find a job in the New Year, then I'm out on the street because she can't afford me living here anymore. It's funny how I'M the one who she can't afford. Except for electric and water, she never pays for anything that I use. I have to buy my own food and all.

I also apparently never do anything for her. Yeah right. There are times when she's too sick to deliver these newspapers, so I help her out. Last couple of days she was sick, and I helped her out by getting her food and drink. This is all nothing? I don't get PAID anything for helping her with the papers.

I need a job bad. Not because she told me to get one or I'm out on the street, but so I can get money to get out of here and move to the USA to live with Sharlet. After that, Mom will never have to hear from me again. Fuck it. If she really wants me gone, then I will be. Forever. She'll never hear from me again. The only family I'll try to keep in touch with his Dad, who according to Mom is an asshole. Yeah...someone is an asshole, but it sure as hell isn't Dad!

The shortage of money she has is nothing to do with me, but it apparently is all my fault. In-fact, she only started to get short on money when she started seeing a guy named Sean.

Dad should be here today to drop off Christmas presents. Then, about 6pm, I'm going to go out and deliver these Betterware items, and grab another application form from the store down the road quickly fill it out and hand it back in...then hope like hell that I get the job.