Work

My Mikey, I love you

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I will have my job back soon.  Instead of selling phone service, though, I’ll be making survey calls for the Democratic party.  I’ve found out that overtime is welcome, and I intend to take them up on that.  I’m not welcome in my own home, so I’ll just work, work, and work some more.

I realized today that it makes NO difference what I say or do around here.  The feud between mother and daughter is so deep that I may as well be invisible.  Thanks a lot.

I said yesterday that Elisabeth didn’t seem to mind doing housework at MH’s house, and she said, "That’s because her house is so much nicer."  Spoken like a gold-digger.

Remind me, in ten years, what I’m supposed to say when Elisabeth herself has fallen on hard times, which I PRAY happens.  The girl needs humility, and she is desperately lacking in it.  I almost CURSE her to fail at something important to her, so maybe she’ll get off her holier-than-thou high horse.  I’ve dealt with that rotten attitude from various people ALL MY LIFE!!!!  I do NOT need or want it from my daughter.

I want to kill myself.  Funny thing is, for some reason, I can’t bring myself to do it.  I want to, though.  I see no reason to keep living…not when nothing I do ever matters.  What’s the point?

Why will I be working again?  I don’t know.  I THOUGHT it was to better my family, but it won’t matter, because Mikey’s not doing it.  It only counts if Mikey does it, so I’ll just go to work to stay away from home.  Good enough for me!

I don’t care.

Fuck everybody.

The Whole Herman