For the second time in a week, my mother didn't come home to take me to work. I called a friend who came to my rescue, but it didn't get me completely out of the dog house. I was late getting there, and my boss told me he would fire me if I was out again without any notice. You'd think he'd be happy I got a ride and all.
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.
I had to walk home when I got off. My mom still isn't here. I don't know where she is tonight, but I know where her Jack Daniels is. Tonight I'll let Jack keep me company. I'll forget about my mother after I have a couple of drinks, and the bonus is my mother will be majorly pissed off when she finds the bottle empty.
