can't write much but had a really lousy day ... long story but my job opportunity might get screwed up because I didn't have the correct version of birth certificate to apply for my Working With Children Clearance.
So had to ring boss, who was less than impressed. I still get to work but have to get the clearance done on Tuesday - need $50 for birth certificate thing, plus $87 for the application itself. The $87 can be refunded by the government to whatever bank account I like. So I called friend with benefits, and asked him he could lend me $137, to be reimbursed by government.
No, he couldn't. Could he lend me $50? Palpable reluctance.
Then I recalled that during COVID lockdown I had no money or food and he wouldn't even drive past my house to drop off a can of baked beans.
I reminded him of this, and he said, "why should I help you - obviously you spent your money on alcohol and (his special bugbear) cigarettes."
I said, " so what. If you are having sex with someone, you are obliged to feed them if they are starving,"
He said, "it doesn't work like that."
I said, "Actually, it does work like that,"
And hung up.
Then ruined it all by sending him a stupid text message, not apologising, but pointing out how I give him attention, emotional support, oral sex on demand more or less. In return I get lectures and "life advice". I am meant to be grateful for this. I am meant to be grateful ... for WHAT?
He also says my place is a dump, that I am crazy, that he's got better things to do ...
WELL MAYBE I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO MYSELF
I hate our sordid sexual encounters, which make me feel like an unpaid prostitute.
The catch is he has my old computer - he was going to do "data retrieval" for me. In a grandiose outburst, I said I'd PAY him for the data retrieval. But I expect to get that laptop back, data retrieved or not .
I've only kept up this poxy thing because I am lonely. But with him, I am lonely and trapped. Without him, I'll be lonely but free.
I want a real friend.
He always constructs me as a mad woman. My craziness makes everything impossible, etc. But the facts are: he gets looked after and I don't. Not in any way. If I am lucky I get a lift in his car very occasionally.
No point distressing myself ... I got shit to do. Right now this is mainly cleaning up this joint.
My brother says he plus Dad will help me with the working clearance. I shouldn't have even asked "frenemy without benefits" in the first place - dunno WHAT I was thinking.
So had to ring boss, who was less than impressed. I still get to work but have to get the clearance done on Tuesday - need $50 for birth certificate thing, plus $87 for the application itself. The $87 can be refunded by the government to whatever bank account I like. So I called friend with benefits, and asked him he could lend me $137, to be reimbursed by government.
No, he couldn't. Could he lend me $50? Palpable reluctance.
Then I recalled that during COVID lockdown I had no money or food and he wouldn't even drive past my house to drop off a can of baked beans.
I reminded him of this, and he said, "why should I help you - obviously you spent your money on alcohol and (his special bugbear) cigarettes."
I said, " so what. If you are having sex with someone, you are obliged to feed them if they are starving,"
He said, "it doesn't work like that."
I said, "Actually, it does work like that,"
And hung up.
Then ruined it all by sending him a stupid text message, not apologising, but pointing out how I give him attention, emotional support, oral sex on demand more or less. In return I get lectures and "life advice". I am meant to be grateful for this. I am meant to be grateful ... for WHAT?
He also says my place is a dump, that I am crazy, that he's got better things to do ...
WELL MAYBE I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO MYSELF
I hate our sordid sexual encounters, which make me feel like an unpaid prostitute.
The catch is he has my old computer - he was going to do "data retrieval" for me. In a grandiose outburst, I said I'd PAY him for the data retrieval. But I expect to get that laptop back, data retrieved or not .
I've only kept up this poxy thing because I am lonely. But with him, I am lonely and trapped. Without him, I'll be lonely but free.
I want a real friend.
He always constructs me as a mad woman. My craziness makes everything impossible, etc. But the facts are: he gets looked after and I don't. Not in any way. If I am lucky I get a lift in his car very occasionally.
No point distressing myself ... I got shit to do. Right now this is mainly cleaning up this joint.
My brother says he plus Dad will help me with the working clearance. I shouldn't have even asked "frenemy without benefits" in the first place - dunno WHAT I was thinking.
