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ravena_kadeYesterday's dinner wasn't great. I spent the day making the special Christmas cookies that my Grandmother made to give to people. The company stopped making the main ingredient and I will not be able to get any more. I also had gifts for people too.
When we arrived I sat next to the cousin that I wanted to. He is the head of the Massachusetts Lottery. If you check a scratch ticket his name is on the back. If you win anything over 1000 he signs the checks. I wanted to ask him about a job I saw. The issue was that when we arrived he and his parents were fighting and they all were bitches for the rest of the night. Every time he tried to talk to me his Mother would interrupt with some weird irritating comment. At one point he asked me what I was looking for in $$$. I told him. He said "that's crap money" I said that I am tired killing myself for a job and my main thing is I need a job that will let me take Dad to Dr appointments. I mentioned a place I applied to and he said that was a pit and he would fire everyone there if he could. Ummm... okay. I told him that I had a few irons on the fire, but if nothing pans out could I touch base with him. My trouble is my age and no degree.
His Mother asked about my prospects and I told her about the Assistant Director at the Senior place as Assistant Director sounds good. OMG my aunt exploded. Apparently she knows a maintenance man in the complex and she used to know people who lived there and preceded to tell me how horrible a place it is because Asian people live there and low income people live there and how they shouldn't be allowed. Umm the building used HUD funding so a certain percentage of the units are allotted to disabled people and it was always low income so rent is a percent of the persons income. She wasn't having any of it. The people she knew hid their income to get in because it was a good place to escape South Boston during the forced bussing error. The cousin kept throwing in digs because he is a liberal democrat. I said his mother was a Southie Democrat...only help poor white people... I get it. My Uncle Joe(her husband) just kept rolling his eyes. I had to get up and leave for a bit because I was feeling like I wanted to get up and toss the table. The rest of the cousins chimed in saying how I cant do that job as I need to make more money, etc...
I went to the other end of the table to sit with the younger, Millennial generation cousins. Kate asked me what was going on...it was a very long table. I told her I was getting crap because I wanted a human services job and do art stuff. She offered to drive me home as the restaurant was in Rhode Island. I said I would be okay going home as I am in the 3rd row of the mini van. Everyone but the driver will fall asleep on the way home.
I was so mad. I started texting my sister while we were at the restaurant. I started recording the aunt and I texted snippets.
It bugs me that I have so little social time and when I do it is wasted by assholes. I hate that people are only valued by the income they make. My Dad was/is a grunt worker. I am a grunt worker. We have things and are not f'ing mean. It also bugs me that I know long feel I can say I am an artist as since my Mom died I haven't had time to really do any art. That's what I want.
When we arrived I sat next to the cousin that I wanted to. He is the head of the Massachusetts Lottery. If you check a scratch ticket his name is on the back. If you win anything over 1000 he signs the checks. I wanted to ask him about a job I saw. The issue was that when we arrived he and his parents were fighting and they all were bitches for the rest of the night. Every time he tried to talk to me his Mother would interrupt with some weird irritating comment. At one point he asked me what I was looking for in $$$. I told him. He said "that's crap money" I said that I am tired killing myself for a job and my main thing is I need a job that will let me take Dad to Dr appointments. I mentioned a place I applied to and he said that was a pit and he would fire everyone there if he could. Ummm... okay. I told him that I had a few irons on the fire, but if nothing pans out could I touch base with him. My trouble is my age and no degree.
His Mother asked about my prospects and I told her about the Assistant Director at the Senior place as Assistant Director sounds good. OMG my aunt exploded. Apparently she knows a maintenance man in the complex and she used to know people who lived there and preceded to tell me how horrible a place it is because Asian people live there and low income people live there and how they shouldn't be allowed. Umm the building used HUD funding so a certain percentage of the units are allotted to disabled people and it was always low income so rent is a percent of the persons income. She wasn't having any of it. The people she knew hid their income to get in because it was a good place to escape South Boston during the forced bussing error. The cousin kept throwing in digs because he is a liberal democrat. I said his mother was a Southie Democrat...only help poor white people... I get it. My Uncle Joe(her husband) just kept rolling his eyes. I had to get up and leave for a bit because I was feeling like I wanted to get up and toss the table. The rest of the cousins chimed in saying how I cant do that job as I need to make more money, etc...
I went to the other end of the table to sit with the younger, Millennial generation cousins. Kate asked me what was going on...it was a very long table. I told her I was getting crap because I wanted a human services job and do art stuff. She offered to drive me home as the restaurant was in Rhode Island. I said I would be okay going home as I am in the 3rd row of the mini van. Everyone but the driver will fall asleep on the way home.
I was so mad. I started texting my sister while we were at the restaurant. I started recording the aunt and I texted snippets.
It bugs me that I have so little social time and when I do it is wasted by assholes. I hate that people are only valued by the income they make. My Dad was/is a grunt worker. I am a grunt worker. We have things and are not f'ing mean. It also bugs me that I know long feel I can say I am an artist as since my Mom died I haven't had time to really do any art. That's what I want.
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Date: 2024-01-08 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-08 04:36 am (UTC)Families are so weird.
Sending you encouragement from far away.
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Date: 2024-01-08 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-08 06:53 am (UTC)HUGS, Jon
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Date: 2024-01-08 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-08 01:57 pm (UTC)Rich so does not equal smart. :o :o :o
He's very lucky to have you. ♥
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Date: 2024-01-08 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-01-08 01:50 pm (UTC)UGH
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:51 pm (UTC)you know... not lovin' your family a lot of the time. but always thinking hugs and better luck to you.
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:52 pm (UTC)Any time you want to just get out for a couple of days, let us know.
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:01 am (UTC)OMG, how racist is your aunt?!?!?!
I hate that people are only valued by the income they make.
That's a horrible way to judge/value people, and they are all the poorer for it. Nice people don't become billionaires, and who wants to hang out with a bunch of assholes? I'd rather hang with the nice people, no judgement on what their income level it.