Melody Wright

One Strange Soul
2020-01-25 15:12:09 (UTC)

Confidence

I am absolutely certain that I don't know what I'm doing. My daughter has decided she wants to drop out of school. Her reasoning is as illogical as her desire to stop taking her meds.
She thinks getting her GED will be easier and then she can go to work. The problem is if she doesn't graduate, she can't get a driver's license and she can't work fulltime if she is under eighteen. So she will end up spending her time with her father (who she hates - her exact words. )
It would make more sense to at least finish the school year and then plan for next year, maybe try online schooling. When I brought up finishing the school year, she just started screaming at me in the car. I didn't want a repeat of her grabbing the steering wheel and trying to run us off the road, so I just dropped the subject.
She scares the crap out of me sometimes. If I try to give her a hug at the wrong moment, she might swing at me or shove me. I don't know what I'm doing.

I was right about my boss; his boss had something to do with the sudden push to hire someone. The day he texted me about planning a phone interview was the day I had worked fourteen hours straight; I was asleep when my phone went off.
I know full well that he knew I worked that long because he helped arrange for a specialist to come in to help fix a major problem we were having. Telling him that tomorrow would be better was a no-brainer, but he got a bit upset about it. Well, it isn't an emergency to me if you've put off doing your job for four months. One more day isn't going to kill you.
His boss must be really digging into him because I have meetings on Monday and Thursday next week. That's not the norm.
Life is exhausting. I am confident that something has to give.




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