You ever just have one of those days? And I don't mean that as "everything went wrong", I mean, you wake up, and you just know it's going to suck.

I woke up today only to hear that they didn't want me to work today. First, I was pissed because I got only two days to work, which was bad enough as it was. Then they don't even want me in those days? WTF? Also, I went and bought a dress and devil horns and the like for a costume, something that I couldn't really afford to buy, but did, because I love Halloween and want to live it up, and be a little slut...

But, nope, about forty bucks down he can. Of course, the boss gave me a line of **** over the phone that they had to cut me for financial reasons. My dad got really pissed. He's used to being bullied around by his own job, so he took real offense to that.

He started in on me as to why I didn't get more irate with my boss, but what can you say to your own boss whom explained to you a million times the situation? I mean, I can only go so damn far with the guy? So you know what he did? He called him up himself! Who does that, seriously? I just went upstairs, I couldn't handle hearing that... Really.

My dad does not like to see me depressed or sad. It really pisses him off. There were times when he actually started a fight with me about me being depressed, that I shouldn't be, ect. I mean, the guy can be scary, he's done some bad **** to people in the past, I'm actually surprised he hasn't killed anybody yet, to be honest.

I used to get so depressed that I would start "doing things" to myself. Pseudo-hanging, self mutilation, ect. Sometimes I took off down the road in the middle of the night and walk for miles and miles just to get away from those people. That made things even worse for him. (Granted, he shouldn't have been such a dick in the first place, but I digress.) And I think that's why he got so angry with the guy, he doesn't want to see me depressed again.

Well, ever since he chewed him out, I know things are going to be awkward at work now. That is, when I get back there, I've been off all week (Which explains why I'm always here, goddamn it.) and I don't go back until Thursday.

Of course, my sister brought her kids over, which helped a whole bunch. I can't stand kids, sorry, I can't. The screaming and yelling made me want to turn homicidal and start stabbing random people in the eyes with a pen. I can't leave the computer and get some actual work done around here for worry of her getting ahold of it and screwing with it.

Everybody was yelling back and forth, arguing, they want me to go get food when I'm not ready to eat yet. They want me to watch the kids when that's not even my job. If that makes me a a-hole, then so be it. I didn't ask for those kids to be dropped off here, how is that my responsibility? If it were up to me, I'd send them right back out the door.

I'm an animal person, not a kid person, keep them away from me at all times. A responsible person knows if they are good with kids or not, and knows if they can watch them, I can't. I may very well eat them and steal their immortal souls...Hey, I warned you. ;)

*Sighs* Oh well, things have settled down a bit. Tomorrow I'm going on another bike ride, then carving pumpkins, then hitting some haunted houses. What I call a relaxing evening. :)

Chow. :P