Frost’s dad ended up in the hospital yesterday afternoon. His sciatic nerve was freaking out and he was in so much pain he was crying of the floor of their house.

After a few attempts to get a hold of his personal doctor we decided he needed to go to the hospital.

What followed was probably one of the most annoying days of my life.

First we had to get him to the car, but his wife was in her pajamas and had to get ready to go before we could leave. That was understandable. What wasn’t understandable -or cool-was the look she gave me as she walked over her crying husband to get to the bathroom and had this look… like “Oh god, really?” on her face.

Already upset because someone I care about was in pain, I got even angrier and offered to drive him to the ER myself, an offer that was quickly accepted. The wife and daughter stayed home.

After a very painful drive to the ER for everyone involved, we waited for 40 minutes before we were admitted. Only, Frost’s dad couldn’t sit or stand, but they refused to bring him a gurney. Instead they put a man who couldn’t sit down, who was screaming he was in so much pain, IN A CHAIR, wheeled him into a “rivate” hole in the wall with an oh-so-nice curtain, and then left him there.

After five minutes of listening to this man cry about how he couldn’t stand the pain any longer, I started collecting armless chairs to make a makeshift bed for him to lie in while we waited. I was promptly told by a nurse that I wasn’t allowed to do that and that lying down wasn’t going to help him, despite the fact that laying down was the only comfortable position he’d been in so far.

This made me mad. My reaction to this was: “Well, you’re not helping him, so I guess it’s my turn.”

I was then told to leave, to which I responded, “Shove it.” I was threatened with security escort, to which I responded, “Bring it on.” The nurse tried to stare me down, but I was pissed and I wasn’t going anywhere.

After Frost’s dad said to go, I did finally leave, and by this time he’d gotten out of the chair on his own accord and was in a kneeling position on the ground, because he couldn’t sit down. At this point he was in so much pain he couldn’t move, even to lie down on the ground.

After waiting another two hours in the waiting room, we learned that it took another 40 mins for anyone to get to him, and that when they finally moved him to a room they demanded that he walk there. When he said “shove it” they tried to get him BACK IN THE FUCKING CHAIR.

After he said “uh, no” they finally brought him a gurney.

After he was finally able to lie down, which is all we’d asked for from the beginning and were denied, the pain became manageable for him.

When a doctor finally was able to see him they gave him morphine and sent him home. Three hours, and for most of it he was in immense pain.

I understand that they had procedure to follow. All of those tests could just as easily been done with him laying down on a bed as they were done with him kneeling on the ground. I understand that we were being difficult. A member of our family was in pain, and we were being ignored.

Really. How hard would it have been to send someone to get a stretcher? It would have taken four minutes, but we wouldn’t have had to go through all this shit. We weren’t asking for drugs. We weren’t asking for a room. We weren’t even asking for the doctor’s attention. All we wanted was someplace for this man to lie down while we waited our turn.

Of all of my everyday friends, I am the only one who has a car… or a driver’s license for that matter.

My jobs are such that I wake up REALLY early but I get off early too and have pretty much all day to just do whatever I want when all the stores and stuff are open. I get paid every Friday, and every two weeks I get a double paycheck.

I live with my mother, who makes a lot of money, and I don’t pay rent. I buy my own food, mostly because I can and want too, but also because my mother and I have not been REAL grocery shopping in about a year. But, there is always something to eat at my house.

I am lucky. I know this, but sometimes being lucky is also really being lonely. My friends have to travel for hours to get to their jobs. They have to work a lot to afford rent. They work all day, and don’t have much time to themselves. Or much time for me either.

Because I’m always the one with the time and the money and the car, I find myself spending too much of my time being a taxi. Because all of my friends work all day, I spend a lot of time with them at night when I should be sleeping, because I work every day of the week at 4:30 am.

It makes me resentful.

Why can’t someone come to me once? Why do I always have to go get them? Why do I always have to pay? Why can’t I ever get any sleep? Why do I always have to drive everyone home?

And then, I find myself wondering if being ‘lucky’ is really a good thing at all.

I'VE FINALLY DONE IT! I HAVE COMMITTED THE NUMBER ONE MOST HORRIBLE THING SOMEONE CAN DO WITH A CELL PHONE!

I DROPPED IT IN THE TOILET, AFTER I WAS FINISHED.

Not that you all needed to know that >>

I just felt like sharing.

My phone died. I am away from home, charger-less (I'm at my Starbucks, on my laptop. YES I HANG OUT AT WORK ON MY DAYs OFF- STFU!) and this is the longest I've been on the internet in MONTHS.

I can't text my friends. That's what this is.


>> someone needs to hide my cell phone...

Alright. I’m am SO done with this game.

What a way to ruin someone’s fucking day!

Frost used to work for Starbucks. In fact, about four years ago the two of us applied and were hired at the same one. The manager sent us away to our training class and the bitch who was training us decided she didn’t like my attitude and told the manager to fire me. And thus I was an employee for a little over three days. Even got a paycheck for $60 (the training class was considered “work”.

Frost went on to work there for the next three years, before he got sick of the slimy, fucked up politics of a store full of bitches and left (my words, not his).

Well, a few months later, I was hired in another city --in another district even!- by my current manager.

Things went well until about three months into my job when my manager told me that her boss (the district manager, or DM) got an email from the DM of Frost’s old store saying I tried to use a coupon, that I’m not allowed to use, to get free drinks in her store. Something that can get me fired.

I hadn’t been to that store in months.

This Manager, who’ll we will call Dee, has had it in for me since I was hired, according to MY manager. Sent her all sorts of stuff about what a nasty person I am, and how I shouldn’t be working there anymore.

Well, yesterday, my mother made me go in and get some drinks, which I paid for using my discount, BECAUSE I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BE AFRAID OF DOING SO!

This morning, my manager called me, telling me that once again Dee told her boss, who told my manager’s boss that I tried to get two free drinks using my discount, and when that didn’t work, I tried using coupons.

I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I COULD THROW SOMETHING AT DEE’S FACE!

I would never, but it makes me want to go down there and scream at her!

It totally ruined my day! Who likes to be called by their manager and told “Call me back, we need to talk about something.”

SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME.

Ruined my jubilation at getting my first tattoo.

Almost >>

Hey guys! Guess what! I GOT A TATTOO! Looky looky~

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What do you guys think! It hurt, a lot, but it was worth it! And it’s SO PRETTY!

Hehehehe ladybug~

It's on my right shoulder/upper back, and it's about five inches long. IT'S MY FRIST!

do you guys have any tattoos?

Welcome back you guys! I’m in a good mood right now for no particular reason~

I‘m done with work, and it’s about 11 am here. Spent the last hour and a half getting clean and picking out an outfit for today.

It was there my life presented me with a problem.

I have a skirt, a very cute, friendly looking skirt, but alas, no shirt to wear with it. I don’t know why, after owning this skirt for so long, I never understood why I never wear it ^^ silly of me, huh?

I was rummaging through a bag and discovered some unwashed laundry! Why was it unwashed? Because they’re hand washables only! And in it was a shirt! The perfect shirt to match my beautiful skirt.

It is now drying outsidein the sun~

Good thing I don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon ><


Something has been bugging me lately, and I sure a lot of you have the same dislike: I ( as I have said before) consider myself attractive, BUT I look HORRIBLE in photos! Has anyone else noticed this pattern with themselves? It’s annoying!

You look at a picture, and just go “UGH! AM I really that fat?!”

My exercise kick is still going strong, and I’m thinking of swimming every day now. I swam in high school, and I love being in the water. All I have to do is manage to save enough of my paycheck to afford a swimming-as-exercise-swimsuit, as opposite to a lie-around-the-pool-and-tan-swimsuit.
:smile:

Anyway, that’s all for now. I’m gonna go check on my perfect shirt ~