When it rains, it pours.....

Things have not been going good or in my favor. For some reason, things seem to be going downhill for me. I just lost my aunt Mary this morning, she died in her sleep, my uncle Justin is rapidly losing his fight with Alzheimers, my dad recently quit smoking(good for him), but because of the moldy air out at his work place, he has developed pulmonary fibrosis. Yeah, you wouldn't believe what his building was built on top of: fill dirt! It was originally a landfill that his building was built over and because of the moldy air and all the bacteria and whatknot from that landfill, it has gotten into the ventilation system and is making everyone sick!!!!!! It's some kind of breathing disorder, and last night, when I came home from the library, I was shocked to find him sitting on the couch with a green tube attached to him and that was attached to an oxygen tank! My dad is on oxygen!! You know, when you're little, you think nothing can hurt your parents or make them sick, but when you get older, things change. I completely lost it last night, I just went into my room, and broke down into tears. What can I do? I wish there was something I could do but I don't know!! Recently, my dad had quit smoking, thank God for that, and according to the doctor he seen, smoking did not bring this on. He even said that before he went to the doctors, he was worried that they would tell him that he had emphysema or some kind of lung cancer, thank God it was none of those. But I'm still in the initial shock of seeing my dad on oxygen. I always thought parents were supposed to last forever, that they didn't get sick or whatever. Man was I in for a shock!?!


And as for other things, I've also been looking for a job that just doesn't seem to be out there. I've applied at virtually every place I can think of, but...nothing. I've had 2 very unsuccessful interviews, one was at this punk rock/new wave store. It's called Hot Topic and it's a pretty cool store. And I want someone to define irony for me, because in the interview, the woman, named Devan, said they were looking for someone who knows about heavy metal and what knot, not someone who listens to British rock. Yet 2 weeks after the interview, when I go in with my sister because she's there to pick up a hoodie she ordered, I see the same woman who did the interview, who coincidentally is the manager of that store, wearing a hole infested shirt with an image of the Sex Pistols' God Save the Queen album on it. WTF? I thought she didn't want British rock there? What the hell does she think The Sex Pistols do? They're a freakin 80s British punk band!! WTF is all I thought. And then I tried my luck at Krogers, a store near me, the interview went fine and they didn't call back. It wasn't until about a week later that my mom phoned me and said that the reason they didn't return my calls was that they didn't want to work with the hours I had given them, apparently they want someone who is not going to college. I'm currently attending a small technical school and they didn't want to hire me obviously, WTF? So basically last night I applied for over 15 different places, including this one place near me. It's a restaurant in a place called Crestview Hills, Ky, called The Pub, it's supposed to be the only and I mean ONLY place to get real authentic British food obviously. A friend suggested I try there because she was joking around and said "You'd fit in there perfectly." And I have to admit that she was right. I think that would be a fun place to work. So, I filled out the application and I'm going to give it a few days and call them back. Who knows? Maybe I'll land a job there. Just got to keep my fingers crossed. I really hope I land a job there. I think it would be cool to work in a British themed place, be awesome, maybe adopt an accent, lol! Just joking. But I think it would be cool, IDK if it's a curse, but I seem to know more about British culture than American culture. IDK if that's bad, but I don't care. It's what I like.