It started off alright. I woke up 3 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off, and groaned inwardly. But when it went off, I got up and got ready for work and left. Got to work, and well, worked. Ola was being a little sassy, but I figure she’s not a morning person because by the end of the day she was semi-chipper. Corinne got grouchier as time went on, but she’s been grouchy with me ever since I put in my two weeks. I have no idea why she’s grouchy — SHE’S going on paid vacation next week. Yes, you heard me. Oh, and she’s not the only one, Irene is going on one the first week in July. Now Trina told ME she couldn’t make an exception for one. RIIIGHT. Sure.

But anyways, who walks in but Kelsey Surette (girl that lives down the road from me) in full dining room attire. I was confused but then quickly found out she was my replacement. How nice. Trina made sure I knew it, too. Fine, whatever, she can have my lower paying job with fewer hours. Take it! But to add insult to injury, she’s hired two other waitresses. So you couldn’t make me one, but they sure can waitress even though I’ve been there for 3 years. Ok, fine. I can’t believe it, really. I’m not superworker at large, or anything, but I have worked pretty hard. I would have worked every weekend without complaint. I worked extra shifts for sick people, I rarely took time off, and rarely called in sick. And still, I just get nagged and harassed and called stupid by the bulk of my coworkers for doing something I feel is important.

Ok, so fine. Limped around at work for seven hours and alla that. Got home, exhausted and proceeded to have a huge arguement with my mom. Can I ever escape them? This one was a bit different. Mom was trying to explain to me why she wanted to quit her job. Fine, she doesn’t enjoy it anymore, and it hurts her back.

But seriously. She 45 years old, she didn’t complete high school (got her GED, but still — I know it can’t be a true equivalent to all the things you learn in four years), didn’t use her community college education because she didn’t “enjoy” that either. She thinks working at the new WalMart will be fantastic. Here’s a peek into what she does:

She puts mail in mailboxes. Takes about an hour to sort, then she drives to each box and puts the mail in. It takes about 4 hours every day, on average, except weekends. So she has evenings and weekends and makes a lot more than minimum wage. But she wants to trade all that in for a minimum wage, shift work, on your feet, long hours, in the public, craptacular job. And she wonders why I think she’s being crazy and illogical.

I seriously hope that someone convinces her that this is a terrible idea. She just yelled at me that I was being nosy etc etc and to mind my own business. Well, I’m concerned! If she takes a lower paying job then she won’t have anything in her Pension fund. Although I don’t think my dad will be using much of his pension fund, sadly, so I think that gets sent to the wife, but still. I’d rather not morbidly count on that to save her. I certainly can’t afford to house and feed my mother when I get married, start a family and pay off my student loans.

But every time I tell her that it’s a bad idea for pensional reasons, she gets after me and says that if I can quit why can’t she. Well, it’s a bit different, but she doesn’t understand that. I’m not going to take a lesser job. There IS NO LESSER than what I had. I’m also 20 years old, I have time to set up a pension plan. Time for her is running out. I don’t know, but if she takes anything lower paying than what she has now, her and dad are going to be in trouble, especially if mom keeps spending the way she has been.

I know this is probably more information than that which is necessary but I can’t help it, it all pours out because I’m just so frustrated. After supper I just cried my eyes out. With all the nagging at work and then the nagging at home there is no break.

Although mom came downstairs a few minutes ago to tell me that she would be there to pick me up after my plane came into Halifax, which is nice to know. I assumed I’d be getting in and heading off somewheres alone. Which has to be the most depressing thought ever. I’d probably wait in the airport all night and write bitter poetry. At any rate, by July 20th I should be moved into my new apt and all set to just live peacefully for the rest of the year. Or at least until I go home for a few weeks around Christmas…