I just want to have one good day. Just one. Why is that so hard?

It started out good enough. It rarely starts off bad, it just ends up that way. Usually because my family stresses me out.

The woman I usually work with took off this week for vacation. Then today, another woman came back from vacation or whatever and needed a desk to work at since I was at hers. So…she was given this other woman’s desk…which was covered with paperwork of all sorts. Just piled up about a foot high all over the place.

This, of course, wasn’t left go. One of the women got up and walked over to her desk and just started piling all her stuff into boxes. She sprayed off her keyboard and moved her knicknack around and ripped off part of her plant because it was hanging too low and hadn’t been watered anyways.

I like this woman so I didn’t say anything. I just sat and watched.

Afterwards, they moved me to "The Vault" to work on the piles of papers that were in there. So I spent maybe three or four hours trying to file it away but it’s hard. I started out doing it by month and year but some of them have loads of crap while others have a lot less so now I’m just trying to figure out some sort of system. Running into stuff from like 1974 and 1999 is rough though because I don’t have enough room to go from 1950 to 2009, I have to separate it and stuff it in somehow. Oiy.

I skipped Curves today to come home and clean my room. What can I say? Cleaning "The Vault" got me in the mood for cleaning my room. That hasn’t happened yet though for several reasons.

I log on to YIM, right? I talk to my boyfriend for maybe 10 minutes before Dad calls and wants me and my brother to see him for "business". I tell my boyfriend "brb" and go off to see what my Dad wants effectively missing my boyfriend’s messages.

I get to my Dad and he tells me that he wants me to close out my bank account because he’s already had Mom withdraw all my and my brother’s money from our credit union accounts because he’s making us two new accounts with higher interest rates. Great right?

It would be if the greedy, manipulative jerk weren’t putting his name on them with us so that he can access our money whenever he wants without our permission.

And this is why I don’t trust anyone. This is where my problems all originated, I know it. He’s caused me so much stress throughout my life. He’s made everything so hard, he’s done and said so many bad things. How he lives with himself I don’t know. And yet he’s almost 60 and still at it, still making threats, still screaming and yelling, bossing people around, still trying to take my money and convince me that I’m stupid and worthless without him and that I owe him my entire life and will never be able to escape.

Sh*t, I can’t even finish this entry because the jerk wants to see me again. He just runs me ragged, he won’t let me sit down for more than 5 minutes before he wants me again. "Come here.", "Go get this.", "Go do that.", etc.. It never ends. I probably won’t be back for at least an hour. I hate him for being so mean and hateful and bossy. I hope he regrets it after I’ve left because when I finally get my change to leave, I won’t come back.