Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Chapter 12: The FML FIles Of Miss Chanel


Murphy's Law ain't no joke fool. Damn if I do, Damn if I don't.





"I hate feeling like I'm bothering the people who claim to miss me. If you miss me then you would have me call. Don't tag me or blow up my stuff anymore if it just kills you to reply to me. Sorry I work and can't make it home so no one really knows me anymore. That's okay though. Was going to ask to call and see if I could get some help, but no one has helped me really since I've been up here so why think any different today? "


---- I wish I could make the above Facebook status, but it's a cheap shot and I know it. I know they're busy and sometimes don't want to talk on the phone, but at least I just texted "Whatcha doing" and the response I get back from Mother is " Just got back from sisters. I spent the day with her...." so I then replied "That's cool, I seen the photos on FB." and she just leaves off there. With her three periods just lingering in my mind, like unfinished business with a ghost. Haunting me. What did the dot dot dot mean? Is she annoyed that her oldest child checked in after a week of being MIA. How could I annoy her almost two hours away? It's not as though we live together. Hell we never really lived together.
"This is how I feel about my whole home away from home problem. I love my family, but we don't even know another anymore. Why should I bust my ass to see them when they are more in the means to come see me? It's not fair, but when really is life ever truly fair? Never friends. Never is life fair."
----- Kandace Chanel June 24, 2015


I just feel so outta the loop with my own family that it hurts. Tony does not understand because as I have mentioned previously he doesn't really have any family. Today we found out his parents changed the locked on the house. So much for cheating my way outta going to the laundromat on tuesday on my most likely only day off next week.

I shit you not this is what I have to deal with. Now this is not the exact photo of where I do my clothes, but it's mines cleaner twin. It's sad when you pay to have you're clothes washed, but they end up stinking anyway from the nastiness of the machines and gas dryers. Shame on the Vincennes laundromat. I hate you motherfuckers.


My favourite co-worker took a leave of absence for five weeks today. I truly do not know how I am going to survive on the weekends without Wayne. Him and his Boston accent make me feel as though I am not at work slaving away for the people of southern illinois and indiana. He pretends that we work on an airline, so he and I use air control lingo as our kitchen jargon. I will miss the old man. At least Jennifer and a few of the other good ones are still around. Oh how I yearn for the day that Mike leaves. I hate that fat dumb fucker. He's just plain old useless, and he's like thirty years younger than Old Man Wayne. You would think Wayne would be the one slacking, but it's unfortunately the other way round. Wayne will be checking into an hospital for the time off work, I just hope he gets better and is able to come back to us at Denny's.

Old man Wayne is my Goose. I don't know what the fuck I am going to do without him. What's a woman suppose to do without her wingman?

***** SO FAR THE WEEKEND HAS FUCKING SUCKED WITHOUT GOOSE THE NEW GUY (I REFUSE TO CALL HIM BY HIS REAL NAME ) JW IS A FUCKING IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAYNE COME HOME!

JK GET WELL BUDDY.