Dear Diary,
Long week. Managed 52 hours giving me 12 hours overtime but I don't mind. Could use the money. Especially since I'm the only one working in a household of three. My brother is down for a back injury. Won't be back to work until about the second week of August and his fiance doesn't work. Hasn't since I started living with my bro a few years ago.
I don't know the story behind her but honestly I could care less. I keep to myself. Dish out my 200-300 a week and enjoy life until next tax season. The plan is to get my own place...well...my plan. No clue what my brother will do.
To be fair they originally tried ditching out of me a few months after living with them. They took off one day and didn't plan to come back. I didn't find out about this until they showed back up a few days later.
When I talked with them about it they admitted to what they had done and said it was for the best. Apparently, the guy who works 8-12 hours a day up to four to seven days a week is a burden on their relationship. All that time I'm gone from the house. All that time I spend sleeping or staying in my room keeping to myself and playing games on my Xbox....it's just such a heavy burden on their relationship.
I'm being sarcastic of course but...eh. Never fun getting stabbed in the back like that. They had planned to move to a different city and just leave everything in my name. I could and can still easily afford the apartment on my own and they know this.
I don't know...sometimes people just make you want to go outside and yell. Not at anyone in perticular just howl at the moon I guess. Probably not the best analogy but whatever. I'm no poet.
Anyway...back to work. Might have another 50+ hours ahead of me this week. Never know.