Sunday, August 27, 2006

Tomorrow isn’t promised today.


[Life’s a garden. Dig it ;P ]



Mhm, it’s been awhile indeed.

Since it is I, Aleia [*insert middle and last name here*], that we’re speaking of, it is very much safe to assume that some chaoticness of sorts has happened from the point of the last post until extremely recent, which is part of why I hadn’t had much internetic connections till now. And I’m very sorry if I worried anyone with the abrupt lost of contact for almost three months and stuff. *hugs*

But yeah. Hmm. I guess it would only make sense if I started from where I last ended. The lady of the kids that I took care of, she fired me (by phone, from her office) on a Tuesday, and then rehired me immediately the next day. The thing is though, after the initial shock of having suddenly losing both a (low) paying job and a place to stay simultaneously, I saw that I still had an opportunity and not all was lost. See, at the very end of the semester a friend of mine by the name of Derrik had spoken to his parents about letting me stay with him and his family for the summer, so I could get a job and earn money to go back to school. I went to school with Derrik in 7th grade, and randomly bumped into him during spring break, when I went back to Pennsylvania for stuffs I had to do.

So yeah. They consented without a problem, but since I had already accepted the childcare job, along with the fact that I really didn’t want to burden his family, I didn’t go. I spoke with Derrik right after I was fired; he confirmed that the offer still stood, and so the only thing I had to do was get enough money to travel northward. So after the lady rehired me, I only stayed for two weeks total.

I grew up with an autistic brother, and that was tough, to say the least. I was told by the mom that her four year old was born normally but that her three year old was autistic, and so I was sort of nervous that the autistic child would be the one that would give me a hard time.

Irony of ironies! Turns out it was the autistic child that was a breeze, and the undisciplined four year old that *insert word that means stressed/drained out beyond all repair* to no end, even when I was supposedly supposed to be not working. So it was more or less a 24/7 sort of deal. So, to make a long story short, every time I had to babysit, which really was pretty much every day for almost 12 hours a day, I would count down the seconds until she reached from her car to the front door, and then I would lock myself in the one bedroom and cry out of frustration.

For reasons I won’t go into, I am firmly convinced the mom is undiagnosed OCD, and that added stress on top of stress X 10,000. That in itself is a long story, so yeah.

Anyways. I didn’t know/realize the mom’s views on quite a few things until 20 minutes before I was to leave for the train station. She uh, made them clear to me by slamming open the front door and screaming at me about how ever since I’ve arrived at her house, she’s been miserable and how I can’t clean (for an example, she wanted the kitchen scrubbed out with bleach and water nightly. I scrubbed with soap and water instead. Is bleach on everything daily normal? o.o;;) and I couldn’t take care of her kids properly (her eldest would scream and cry the whole time her mom was gone. I swear to you, for a week and a half solid, the 9 – 12 hours her mom would be gone, she would scream and cry and she wouldn’t listen to anything reasonable that I would tell her to do. After she got over doing it daily and cut it down to every other day, there would be times when she would trip and fall and look over at me with a half devilish grin and say “Why did you trip me? I’m telling my mommy that you hit me/pushed me/some sort of other abuse”). She screamed at me about those things, amongst other stuffs, and I was trembling the whole time.

So I ended up waiting at the Dallas train station for 7 hours for a train that was only two hours late and so northward I journeyed.

And so ends the story for now. It’s too long to post all at once, and I have too much to deal with at the moment.

But I am ok for now, really really. *nods*



And Sara, I received your letter about two weeks ago (handed to me by my mom), and the post mark on the envelope is very much faded, which gives me a bad feeling that it was sent a long time ago. =x

I’m working on writing you back though. *grins sheepishly* Is the address still the same?

Azure, I appreciate your offer muchly. Like I said, I only wish that I had known of it sooner. *nods*

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