So, I had a nervous breakdown. - Democratic Underground

GirlinContempt

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Sun Sep-11-05 08:52 PM
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So, I had a nervous breakdown.

I know I know, I've been gone, and every now and then I'll pop by and say I'm back, when I'm not actually sticking around. So, if any of you care to know, here's the explanation.

Right now I am working three jobs. This week, I will be averaging about 11 hours a day of work. Why in the name of all that is good am I working three jobs? Excellent question.

About two months ago, my room mate got fired from his job. He got paid more than any non-high school grad I know to basically sit around and play video games all night and maybe answer one or two emails. He got fired because he called in sick at least once a week, and showed up about 3 hours late (sometimes more sometimes, rarely, less) every single damned day. And he was salaried, so they were paying him when he wasn't there. So, he was fired.

Based on some labour laws, he should have received two weeks severance pay, which he did not. He took up the fight with the labour board. He also spent his nights sitting in front of his computer, smoking pot, playing video games, and his days sleeping. He borrowed money from his parents to pay for some things, mostly cigarettes drugs and take out food. He did not job hunt. At least, not very seriously. Two places replied to his emails (online job hunting is just SO effective :eyes:) but he managed to miss THREE interviews because he cannot comprehend a bus schedule.

Finally, about 5 weeks ago now, he got his settlement from the labour board to the tune of about $900.

He did not pay one single bill.

He did not buy one single grocery.

He did not even have, on the 1st of September, rent money.

He did not inform me of this prior.

When I asked what he spent the money on, his reply was "McDonalds and Cigarettes"

Now, this came after countless weeks of his filthy, slovenly behavior, his total lack of regard for my sleep schedule, his complete and utter lack of responsibility. I've had to throw out 3 towels now because he leaves them in sodden heaps to mould and smell up the place. He goes through an ungodly number of dishes and does not wash a single one. He spills shit on the floor and doesn't wipe it up. He managed to boil some cream soup over the pot, into the element, down the front of the stove, into the stove on the door, and down the stoves heat vent. Which he left there. He did not wipe it up, or attempt to clean anything.

He's high all the time, he eats all the groceries I bring into the house, makes enormous messes that I am expected to clean up, leaves piles of garbage and smelly filth everywhere. So basically, tension was high at this point, I'd been paying WAY over my share as it was, and then this shit with him spending all of his money happened.

So, I kicked him out. Nicely, but I kicked him out. I gave him one month to leave. Apparently, that wasn't fair. It is unfair of me to only give him one month to move. Despite the fact that if he had a JOB finding a place to live wouldn't be a problem. Despite the fact that even working three jobs, I'm fucking broke and can NOT afford to support his sorry ass and would lose my home should he stay because I wouldn't be able to get a new room mate. Despite the fact that I have cleaned up his filth, bought his food, paid for his internet and his phone (including long distance) and covered his rent. It is totally unfair of me to make a choice between the both of us being homeless due to his total incompetence, or him dealing with the repercussions of his actions and being homeless alone. I'm a cold unfeeling bitch from hell.

It was at that point that I totally lost it and showed up at my parents house a total wreck. There is even more to this story but I doubt many of you will make it this far. But basically, I've been a total fucking wreck, I'm not sleeping, I'm getting heart palpitations that my Dr thinks are from stress, I randomly burst into tears, and sometimes, I just sit and shake.

Word of advice, don't try to juggle three jobs, massive and ever piling debt, a scumbag deadbeat loser room mate, the problems of your fucked up drug addict friends, and constant everlasting cleanup, all on about 3 or hours of sleep a night, non stop. You will snap. Trust me.

Now, if I can just find $200 by the end of the month, on top of my rent and other stuff, I'll be set. I wonder if I took a fourth job, would I get paid in time? ;)