Another bitch-fest

Yet another not so great day. It started out ok. I went out to try to deliver something to my grandfather, only to find out he was out, so I went to the store instead to get something to eat and a drink. I then tried to deliver the stuff again to find that he was in. I went into town after that to search for jobs, spending about 2 hours looking (I didn't stay in town for another 5 hours because I'd have gotten bored again). Only managed to find that there were 2 jobs going, one of which (a waiting staff job) required someone with experience in that field. I do not have any experience in that, so I didn't bother. The other place was looking for 3 different people. A fish fryer (Hopefully not what I'll get), a counter assistant or a dish washer/table cleaner. I'll happily do either of latter, but if I have to do the fish thing, I guess I can...it'll be a job after all.

A few hours later, Mom, Sean, my siblings and myself went out to a beach to have a BBQ. I thought that would be nice. Turns out it wasn't at all. All it turned out to be was a way to gather us all together and have another bitch-fest about us being useless and living at home etc. We had Sean telling us crap like "When I was younger, my Mom would throw me out of the house at 8am, and we wouldn't be allowed back inside until 8pm. That's really what your Mom should be doing with you all." Clearly, his Mom is a major bitch. Just because you were treated like that, it doesn't mean EVERYONE should be. Also, generations change. What shit happened to you will change.

Take kids now...a lot of kids enjoy playing video games and all. But, Sean is trying to treat my youngest brother the same way his Mom treated him...telling him to go out and play for hours and hours. Who with? His friends who live close also play video games a lot, so he'd basically just be indoors in another house playing games. Why does it matter where he is?

To escape his bitching and nagging between burgers etc, my brothers and I went and climbed around the rocks to another beach. We didn't want to deal with it all. I was a little amused when he was telling us that we barely talk to Mom and treat her like a stranger. That's because it's impossible to talk to her without getting a lecture. She'll bitch and bitch and if you try to reply or something answer with a "Yes" to acknowledge her, it'll turn into "Don't talk to me like that!" or "You don't even care!". Besides, she's made it clear several times, at least to me, that she wants us gone and wants nothing to do with us. Tell me why I wouldn't be treating her like a stranger? I don't know how to talk to her without making things 100 times worse to be honest.

I really hope I get the job I tried for because I need it.

Another lecture I got was about how I should sign on at the Job Centre to receive the unemployment cash. Not for myself though. They want me to claim it so Mom can have it all and they can spend it all on buying themselves food. He was complaining about how they'd spent £100 or more on food this week for us all. Why bother? Me and my brother always buy our own food. Why pay for stuff we're not going to have? The food they're buying is for themselves. Another reason I don't want to get the unemployment cash is because if I were to claim it, I'd risk the possibility of ending back at that dump of a place called DMT. That place already fucked up my life, and you think I want the money so you can buy tons of food and I can get sent back to that place if I don't get a job as quickly as possible? Fuck off...