Gee, Thanks Harvey

My step-dad doesn't understand me. At. All.

I can't believe him.
It's only been...well...yah. And then he just out of the blue tells me to "Buck up. I got you something to take your mind off of things. A job."

A job!
That's his solution to everything.
Get a job. Get a job. Get a job.
And he finally just went and got me one. Ugh. Grah. Grrr.
I just want to strangle something!
I don't want a job!
I just want to be left alone!
I want...I want my mom back!
And having a stupid job isn't going to help my grieving at all!

If anything he should whisk me away to a foreign land, like the jungle in search of a rare raccoon monkey to have as a pet or something. Not that an animal could replace...replace...no it wouldn't work at all.

No, this just...seems like a form of torture!
Here Karen, Please be my personal slave and do this and that and that and this for me!
...I guess since I'm getting paid I would be a servant huh...
Not much better.
I may be unwillingly part of his family now. But I definitely never wanted to join my step brother -Tristen and step sister -Annemarie in working at the family business!

If I have to get up early I'd much rather be on the beach, listening the waves, lost in the world of some magical fairy tale, though not so lost as to not notice the handsome guys walking by.

Instead, This morning. My Step-dad dragged me out of bed, to take me to the shop AT DAWN and had me up to my eyeballs in twelve and half dozen training videos.

No. No. No.

He doesn't understand me at all, and his method of getting me through this 'grieving period' as he calls it....grrrr. I don't see why I have to suddenly 'earn my keep.' And I definitely disagree with spending the rest of my summer vacation 'working the pain away with a bunch of smelly dirty animals.

It's so unfair too! Why do my step brother and sister get the 'easy' jobs and I have to be up to my eyeballs in muck every day?

Never mind that I love animals.
This.. This. just shows that he doesn't understand me at all! I don't know if he ever did or ever will. After all he has a goth for a daughter. We're like total opposites. Yet she, somehow gets to be in register all day. Obviously she's the favorite.

Ugh. Cleaning duty. In a pet store.

Next thing you know, I'll be living in the attic and cleaning out the gas fireplace at home.... Bleh.

Karen<3