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Dec. 31st, 2009 07:53 amI am pretty sure that my mother is the only person in my life capable of evoking such strong emotions in me that I feel like I could throw up. Even though I haven't eaten anything. And still have no desire to eat anything, though it's been nearly 12 hours since I had any food.
I wish I could have my mother institutionalized. But I don't have the money, and I would feel bad for the other patients, and the people who work there.
Today is New Years' Eve. Needless to say, it is a very popular day for people going out and partying. Therefore, the beach is going to be insanely busy today. I was informed yesterday that I would be needed to work 8 am until 7 or 8 pm. I'm not looking forward to it. If I leave at 8 tonight, once I get home I won't have time to do anything but go to sleep for work tomorrow. But when you work in tourism, sometimes you have to work unpleasant hours, and though I may not be looking forward to it, I don't mind it that much, since it's just one night.
I informed my mother of this, because she apparently worries for me and doesn't like it when I arrive home later than I should. APPARENTLY, I was mistaken. I am getting out of the shower this morning, and my mother comes over to my house, and starts telling me that I still have to be home on time, that I'm clearly lying about having to work late. She used to have my job, and apparently they never had her work late. (Which could be true. I know I wouldn't want her to have any extra contact with people who might spend lots of money at my establishment.) She thinks that I am lying about having to work late because I want to have extra time to use my laptop.
And it's like. Sure, I'd like to have more time to use the internet. But not so much that I want to stay that late on a weeknight, when I still have to get up early the next morning. I am cranky when I don't get enough sleep, not to mention since I'm prone to blacking out when my body is under undue stress, it's not exactly safe for me to drive an hour and a half when I'm overtired.
Not to mention, I am an excellent liar when I need to be. If I wanted to use my computer longer, I wouldn't make up a story that it would be so easy for her to verify. And apparently my willingness for her to call my work to corroborate my story wasn't important. So she took my keys. Because, unfortunately, when I bought my car, I didn't have a license yet, and in order to insure it without paying through the nose, I had to put both the car and the insurance in her name.
I finished getting ready for work, went over to her house, and asked for my keys loudly enough for my stepfather to hear how irrational she was being. I used a few choice phrases that I would have never said to her face (regardless of their accuracy) if I had been anything less than furious. To which she threatened physical violence. However, I was standing at the door and not inside the house, and wasn't stupid enough to be standing within her arm range. (Which is really sad, honestly. It's pathetic that disagreements with my mother can't be resolved in anything resembling a rational way. She doesn't usually threaten to slap me in the face though.) Her body is going (probably due to excessive alcohol use) and she was nowhere near steady enough to actually chase me down to make good on her threats. Eventually, she threw the keys at me and told me that I shouldn't come home at all, that she was going to destroy anything I left at my house.
Now, I'm pretty sure that won't happen. More because of my stepfather's influence than because my mother isn't a crazy bitch that would resort to property damage. However, the problem is, my stepfather has a history of domestic violence, and I really hope nothing like that happens while I'm not there. Even if my mother is acting totally irrationally, I'm pretty sure she doesn't deserve that.
Anyway, I'm going to ask my boss to call her and tell her (or leave a message, I guess, since no one answered when I called to let them know I got to work safe, because I was kind of hoping she wasn't so mad at me that she didn't care) that yes, I was actually asked to stay late at work, and no, I wasn't lying.
And there are more complications to the situation that I haven't gotten into, but I don't have the time or the desire right now to get into it.
I wish I could have my mother institutionalized. But I don't have the money, and I would feel bad for the other patients, and the people who work there.
Today is New Years' Eve. Needless to say, it is a very popular day for people going out and partying. Therefore, the beach is going to be insanely busy today. I was informed yesterday that I would be needed to work 8 am until 7 or 8 pm. I'm not looking forward to it. If I leave at 8 tonight, once I get home I won't have time to do anything but go to sleep for work tomorrow. But when you work in tourism, sometimes you have to work unpleasant hours, and though I may not be looking forward to it, I don't mind it that much, since it's just one night.
I informed my mother of this, because she apparently worries for me and doesn't like it when I arrive home later than I should. APPARENTLY, I was mistaken. I am getting out of the shower this morning, and my mother comes over to my house, and starts telling me that I still have to be home on time, that I'm clearly lying about having to work late. She used to have my job, and apparently they never had her work late. (Which could be true. I know I wouldn't want her to have any extra contact with people who might spend lots of money at my establishment.) She thinks that I am lying about having to work late because I want to have extra time to use my laptop.
And it's like. Sure, I'd like to have more time to use the internet. But not so much that I want to stay that late on a weeknight, when I still have to get up early the next morning. I am cranky when I don't get enough sleep, not to mention since I'm prone to blacking out when my body is under undue stress, it's not exactly safe for me to drive an hour and a half when I'm overtired.
Not to mention, I am an excellent liar when I need to be. If I wanted to use my computer longer, I wouldn't make up a story that it would be so easy for her to verify. And apparently my willingness for her to call my work to corroborate my story wasn't important. So she took my keys. Because, unfortunately, when I bought my car, I didn't have a license yet, and in order to insure it without paying through the nose, I had to put both the car and the insurance in her name.
I finished getting ready for work, went over to her house, and asked for my keys loudly enough for my stepfather to hear how irrational she was being. I used a few choice phrases that I would have never said to her face (regardless of their accuracy) if I had been anything less than furious. To which she threatened physical violence. However, I was standing at the door and not inside the house, and wasn't stupid enough to be standing within her arm range. (Which is really sad, honestly. It's pathetic that disagreements with my mother can't be resolved in anything resembling a rational way. She doesn't usually threaten to slap me in the face though.) Her body is going (probably due to excessive alcohol use) and she was nowhere near steady enough to actually chase me down to make good on her threats. Eventually, she threw the keys at me and told me that I shouldn't come home at all, that she was going to destroy anything I left at my house.
Now, I'm pretty sure that won't happen. More because of my stepfather's influence than because my mother isn't a crazy bitch that would resort to property damage. However, the problem is, my stepfather has a history of domestic violence, and I really hope nothing like that happens while I'm not there. Even if my mother is acting totally irrationally, I'm pretty sure she doesn't deserve that.
Anyway, I'm going to ask my boss to call her and tell her (or leave a message, I guess, since no one answered when I called to let them know I got to work safe, because I was kind of hoping she wasn't so mad at me that she didn't care) that yes, I was actually asked to stay late at work, and no, I wasn't lying.
And there are more complications to the situation that I haven't gotten into, but I don't have the time or the desire right now to get into it.
