Wednesday, June 16, 2010
It seems to me like nobody ever tries to see my side of things. I just want to tell my mother how mean she can be. She knows I want to make some money so I can buy some new clothes for school. It gets old wearing my sister's old stuff, and I think I'm already taller than she is. Maybe I can even make enough to get a cell phone. I'd have to keep working to pay the bill, but that's okay.
My boss doesn't know a lot about me, but I did tell him I was counting on my mom to bring me to work. He could give me a break if he wanted to. He made a pass at me the other day. Maybe he didn't like the way I said I wasn't interested.