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Am I really that bad of a person, I suppose I am. I mean I thought I was doing pretty good for myself. I didn't use drugs, didn't drink, didn't smoke. I never had an anger problem or any troubles with the law. I thought I was a really good person, at least on the outside. I knew I was pretty sick deep down though and I suppose thats what Karma counts. I mean I've never been into that Horscope thing, but how else can I explain my bad luck except that bad things happen to bad people?
I mean I've always been the bottom of the food chain even as a child. I was that kid in school that even the geeks made fun of in school. Like the male verison of Meg from family guy. A really sweet and kind person whose only flaw is not having a true friend in the entire world. But I only wish I had a family like megs. Sure they give her a hard time and don't understand her. But Mine plain out hate me, then again my parents hate everyone including the rest of the family so I don't know a lot of my realitives except that they live in CA.
Besides not ever having a friend and having a family who wouldn't give me a rock off there street, I got the worst luck with cars. In a single year I've gone through 5 cars. And I am not mistreating them. I don't speed or do wheelies in parking lots, I don't go off roading and I try to check the oil on a regular basis. But I've had an engine blow up, a transmision go out, a axle break, more flat tires then I can count and had to sell my last car just to buy food to eat.
I moved out of my parents house two weeks before my 18th birthday after a fight with my dad. I was homeless for only about a week before I found a place for $550 a month and since I had been working at Mcdonalds for 4 months I had some money saved up. I thought I'd finally escaped my past and would never have to look back. About a week after moving into my new place I came down with the flue and stayed in bed for 3 days. I was so sick I could bearly get to the bathroom, and since I had no family or friends I thought if I died the landlady would probably find me when rent came due. But I recovered only to find I had been fired. 3 days of no calls and no shows. They said I could come back to work with a docters note, but because I didn't have medical and I didn't trust doctors I didn't go.
I found a job 50 miles away in Sandpoint at Taco Bell. This job bearly paid the rent even less gas. I was eating at Tacobell to survive. When they throw the stuff away at the end of the night I begged the manager to let me have it. She felt sorry for me and did. After a while I found a roommate at Tacobell and we started living together. With the carpool and extra money he pulled in I was able to buy some nice things for my house at last. Like a Microwave and a Fridge even a couch and tv. Pretty soon it really looked like a house, was even able to furnish a office complete with a computer and nice computer desk and one of those fake plants for the corner.
Life at this point in my life was good, Me and my roommate got along and he wanted one of his highschool buddies to move in. I desided to turn the office into a bedroom and said sure. That was a mistake, he stayed for a month, never paid rent and stole everything he could get his hands on when he left. He didn't get my computer since I had a lock on my bedroom door. But he got the DVD's, Dvd player, My Ipod and a bunch of little electronic devices around the house.
Then to top it off my first roomate got fired. We were "friends" so I let rent slide, first one month, then two. It took me 5 months to finally realize he wasn't going to get a new job and kick him out. And during that 5 months my bank account once again hit zero since I was paying for his food and the utilities and rent and gas.
I had been working at Tacobell for almost year now and raises where right around the corner. I thought of myself as a good worker. I never complained, I got to work on time most of the time. I did live 50 miles away and had a $500 car I bought off here so shit happend every once in a while. But I still thought I would get a .50 raise. I was also expecting a promotion any time now since I had completed the training book in October and had been "in training" for 6 months. Yet when raises came around I got a .5 raise the smallest one you can get. Even the retared who did dishes that we had to hire because of the states equal employeement act was making more then me. And she didn't even show up for half her shifts, which was fine since the day went easier when we didn't have to babysit her.
Of course I was pissed so I went across the street to burger king. They offered me a Job starting as a manager and making almost a dollar more then I was at Taco Bell. So of course I went over there. I wish I hadn't, I had been working at Taco Bell so long that I couldn't ajust. They ran there store so sloppy that I nearly Barfed. I hated the managment and it was your typical whose sleeping with who enviroment. I quit. I thought I'd get another job easily. After all it had only taken me a week to switch between Mcdonalds and Taco Bell and I went over to burger king the same day I quit Taco bells unjust wages.
A month went buy and no one called me back. Sold everything I owned to pay for rent, I figured I could replace things. I had to get a call back any day right? Two months went by and I lost my house and Deposit because I broke the lease. And now was homeless. I moved into my car and into the walmart parking lot. It was July so not to bad. I started working at Wal-mart. And then got a second job at Unicep Medical. And Joined the Army. I thought I was going to use the two jobs to get a place and then get shipped away in september and get my life in shape.
But then I got shipped. I didn't tell wal-mart or Unicep I was going. I just stopped showing up. My mistake I know. And the Army was hell, I shippped and was unable to pass there tests. I have the power to flip a car, but not to run a block. Even after a month of training my time didn't improve more then a few seconds at the most. So I was discharged and given a little money.
I got an apartment, but was still unable to find a job. I guess thats my own fault rather then bad luck. After all I did go through 5 jobs in two years. If I had given a notice at Wal-mart I could have gotten my old job back. And thats where I am at now. Jobless, without a dime to my name or a place to call home. I've been making it through the day thanks to the library and I sleep while its warmest outside. At night I hang out in walmart since its open 24/7 although its getting harder to figure out things to do in the store for 6 hours without looking homeless.
Really I think with spring I can find a way to get back on my feet, but right now I am just worried about dying in this cold air. It hurts to breath outside at night. I don't think I've had a single day of luck in my entire life. I've gone from unwanted child of an abusive home to Homeless teen who doesn't have a friend in the world. And All I ever wanted was to be a normal american with a nice house, a car, and a loving wife and kid. But I suppose thats the way of the world, some people get lucky where others get nothing.
I mean I've always been the bottom of the food chain even as a child. I was that kid in school that even the geeks made fun of in school. Like the male verison of Meg from family guy. A really sweet and kind person whose only flaw is not having a true friend in the entire world. But I only wish I had a family like megs. Sure they give her a hard time and don't understand her. But Mine plain out hate me, then again my parents hate everyone including the rest of the family so I don't know a lot of my realitives except that they live in CA.
Besides not ever having a friend and having a family who wouldn't give me a rock off there street, I got the worst luck with cars. In a single year I've gone through 5 cars. And I am not mistreating them. I don't speed or do wheelies in parking lots, I don't go off roading and I try to check the oil on a regular basis. But I've had an engine blow up, a transmision go out, a axle break, more flat tires then I can count and had to sell my last car just to buy food to eat.
I moved out of my parents house two weeks before my 18th birthday after a fight with my dad. I was homeless for only about a week before I found a place for $550 a month and since I had been working at Mcdonalds for 4 months I had some money saved up. I thought I'd finally escaped my past and would never have to look back. About a week after moving into my new place I came down with the flue and stayed in bed for 3 days. I was so sick I could bearly get to the bathroom, and since I had no family or friends I thought if I died the landlady would probably find me when rent came due. But I recovered only to find I had been fired. 3 days of no calls and no shows. They said I could come back to work with a docters note, but because I didn't have medical and I didn't trust doctors I didn't go.
I found a job 50 miles away in Sandpoint at Taco Bell. This job bearly paid the rent even less gas. I was eating at Tacobell to survive. When they throw the stuff away at the end of the night I begged the manager to let me have it. She felt sorry for me and did. After a while I found a roommate at Tacobell and we started living together. With the carpool and extra money he pulled in I was able to buy some nice things for my house at last. Like a Microwave and a Fridge even a couch and tv. Pretty soon it really looked like a house, was even able to furnish a office complete with a computer and nice computer desk and one of those fake plants for the corner.
Life at this point in my life was good, Me and my roommate got along and he wanted one of his highschool buddies to move in. I desided to turn the office into a bedroom and said sure. That was a mistake, he stayed for a month, never paid rent and stole everything he could get his hands on when he left. He didn't get my computer since I had a lock on my bedroom door. But he got the DVD's, Dvd player, My Ipod and a bunch of little electronic devices around the house.
Then to top it off my first roomate got fired. We were "friends" so I let rent slide, first one month, then two. It took me 5 months to finally realize he wasn't going to get a new job and kick him out. And during that 5 months my bank account once again hit zero since I was paying for his food and the utilities and rent and gas.
I had been working at Tacobell for almost year now and raises where right around the corner. I thought of myself as a good worker. I never complained, I got to work on time most of the time. I did live 50 miles away and had a $500 car I bought off here so shit happend every once in a while. But I still thought I would get a .50 raise. I was also expecting a promotion any time now since I had completed the training book in October and had been "in training" for 6 months. Yet when raises came around I got a .5 raise the smallest one you can get. Even the retared who did dishes that we had to hire because of the states equal employeement act was making more then me. And she didn't even show up for half her shifts, which was fine since the day went easier when we didn't have to babysit her.
Of course I was pissed so I went across the street to burger king. They offered me a Job starting as a manager and making almost a dollar more then I was at Taco Bell. So of course I went over there. I wish I hadn't, I had been working at Taco Bell so long that I couldn't ajust. They ran there store so sloppy that I nearly Barfed. I hated the managment and it was your typical whose sleeping with who enviroment. I quit. I thought I'd get another job easily. After all it had only taken me a week to switch between Mcdonalds and Taco Bell and I went over to burger king the same day I quit Taco bells unjust wages.
A month went buy and no one called me back. Sold everything I owned to pay for rent, I figured I could replace things. I had to get a call back any day right? Two months went by and I lost my house and Deposit because I broke the lease. And now was homeless. I moved into my car and into the walmart parking lot. It was July so not to bad. I started working at Wal-mart. And then got a second job at Unicep Medical. And Joined the Army. I thought I was going to use the two jobs to get a place and then get shipped away in september and get my life in shape.
But then I got shipped. I didn't tell wal-mart or Unicep I was going. I just stopped showing up. My mistake I know. And the Army was hell, I shippped and was unable to pass there tests. I have the power to flip a car, but not to run a block. Even after a month of training my time didn't improve more then a few seconds at the most. So I was discharged and given a little money.
I got an apartment, but was still unable to find a job. I guess thats my own fault rather then bad luck. After all I did go through 5 jobs in two years. If I had given a notice at Wal-mart I could have gotten my old job back. And thats where I am at now. Jobless, without a dime to my name or a place to call home. I've been making it through the day thanks to the library and I sleep while its warmest outside. At night I hang out in walmart since its open 24/7 although its getting harder to figure out things to do in the store for 6 hours without looking homeless.
Really I think with spring I can find a way to get back on my feet, but right now I am just worried about dying in this cold air. It hurts to breath outside at night. I don't think I've had a single day of luck in my entire life. I've gone from unwanted child of an abusive home to Homeless teen who doesn't have a friend in the world. And All I ever wanted was to be a normal american with a nice house, a car, and a loving wife and kid. But I suppose thats the way of the world, some people get lucky where others get nothing.
