I hate it when everything in life seems to be going great and then the next moment it's like "Just kidding!" as it pulls the rug out from under you.
Update: So, it's basically just my Great-Grandma. My Aunt (or whatever she is to me, as my Great-Grandmother's daughter) doesn't know what is really going on, and is kind of stuck in the middle. She's the one who is paying me. She's trying to figure out what's best for her mother, and just knows Great-Grandma isn't all that happy with me here.
Basically, Great-Grandma is annoyed at some things I do/don't do, but only complains to other people about it, instead of telling me so I can fix the problem. And some of the things that bother her about me aren't really all that valid. She told me today when I asked if she wants me to leave or not that I don't do enough cleaning. I do clean, but just when she isn't looking.
I've also heard that she complains that my room is never clean. Which, I get that it has been a mess for weeks, but that's because I moved without much warning and my new room is much smaller than my old, so it's been a huge process to unpack and sort everything. And in the last week, it's been pretty clean. I mean, there's still a bunch of stuff all over, but I have a bunch of stuff and everything is where I want it, aside from one box left to sort. Plus, while this is her house, it is my room. Why should it bother her that my room isn't as perfect as she wants it? I have a tiny room and a lot of crap. Of course it's going to be crowded.
She also complained that she has to wake me up all of the time. Umm... No. She's woken me up twice, I think, one of those being the first morning I was there, because my alarm was set for after when she thought I should wake up. She has occasionally knocked on my door in the morning, but I've already been awake all of those other times. I just had barely woken up, and hadn't come out yet.
The socializing thing is the only valid complaint I've heard, and that's one I myself have recognized as something I need to make more effort at. I've been getting worse and worse at it. But I recognized that Saturday night, and never got a chance to fix that because the next day I was told I was basically being fired.
When I asked Great-Grandma if she really wanted me to leave this morning, so I would know whether or not to start packing, she couldn't give me an answer. However, if she can't tell me that yes, she wants me to say, obviously I'm not really wanted.
I have no idea where I'm going next, though my brother and my mom both think it's a good idea for me to move down to his college town. My brother says it's really easy to get a job there, and hopefully I'll be able to find an apartment that allows pets that isn't totally ridiculous in price. My dog will probably have to become an inside dog. She basically is an inside dog when I'm home, so that won't be too hard of a shift for her. Other than she does like to occasionally like to return to her kennel for a few hours to run around and whatnot. Hopefully she'll adjust to exercising on a leash. And I'll have to get her spayed. It's not like she can have puppies anyways, as she seems to have some hormone issues.
But for now I'll return to packing. I'll be returning to my parents' house until after Christmas, and then who knows where I'll be.
While I wasn't sure I wanted this job, it got me out of my parents' house and my other job told me they were cutting my hours from 35 to 15 on the day I went to turn in my two weeks. Everything seemed to be pointing towards it.
Now, I've been fired without warning. I was told the trial period was until January, and I was never told that I was doing anything wrong. I only received actual instructions about a week ago. Which, I maybe wasn't the best at following every single one, but I thought I was doing fairly well.
This is why it's dangerous to work for family. Because if this was a real job, this wouldn't fly.
I know this is partly my fault, getting fired. I shouldn't stay in my room so much on my laptop. I know I've been really bad about that the past few days. But tell me I'm doing something wrong. Give me time to get better.
And at the very least, if you're going to fire me, have the guts to say it to me yourself. My Great-Grandma hasn't said a word to me about me doing anything wrong, and the relatives paying me haven't talked to me in the past week. I found out I was being fired because my mom called and told me, and she's just as mad about the whole thing as I am.
If you're going to fire me, the least you could do is say it to me, instead of pretending everything is okay.
Also, I've realized in the last week that I have a hard time cleaning when I'm being supervised. For example, living at college. I usually cleaned when nobody else was home. If they came home while I was cleaning, that didn't bother me so much, but I don't like people seeing me start a job. I really don't know why.
But since my Great-Grandma doesn't really leave her home, it's harder for me to clean. I think part of it has to do with service and happiness. I like surprising people with gifts/acts of service, but you can't surprise them if they see you start. Instead, if they're watching you when you start cleaning, it just feels like a job and it feels awkward. I don't know why. It just does.
But it's not that I haven't cleaned while living here.
I just... I don't know.
I've never been so angry at family before, and I don't know what I'm going to do now. It's not really an option to return home, because the plan was that I was officially moving out and not going back. I really thought I was going to be living with my Great-Grandma until she died, or I got married, or some other such thing.
My mom and the brother right under me both think that I should move to the college town my brother is in. He says there are lots of jobs there, and that there are apartments that allow pets. I have to find somewhere I can take my dog. She's at my parents right now, but I was planning on bringing her back with me when I went home for Christmas. Now, that's not the case.
I just... This came without any warning. They did say they would at least pay me through the end of December (one more paycheck) because that's what they agreed on because that's when my other job would have laid me off, it being seasonal.
Hopefully I'll be able to find another job fast, as well as somewhere to live, because I have to start paying on my student loan come January.
Listening to: The distant sound of a TV
Watching: Naruto Shippuuden
Playing: Omega Ruby