Journey

A Short Story for the Brain

I’ve been here for about twenty minutes and despite my ravaging hunger and aches and pains here and there I have yet to make a move. I’m just sitting up against the wall thinking to myself… “Why me?” “Why now?” I understand that those questions are totally selfish and everyone asks them. But seriously why me and why now?

During these last couple of weeks here in Hawaii i have been through some thangs. Not anything traumatizing or remotely “bad”. But it all adds up. All the people taking advantage of me. Little things happening now and again. Even the occasional wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time type of deals. But “they” say that it SHOULDN’T build up and it shouldn’t effect me. And yet I’m sitting here writing this… this… well whatever this is!

I have to say out of all of the negative things that have happend since I’ve been here today has to take the cake. For documentation purposes I am stating that today is Saturday May 12, 2012 (technically its the 13th). But I’m going to start on Friday.

Ah Friday. The day that marks the beginning of the end of the week. So today is the day I’m supposed to move out of the dorms. No work today so I don’t have to worry about that. But.. Uh.. Oh.. I’m moving in with a friend but she has to work. Oh well I guess I will wait. So while I wait I’m going have to take my stuff down to the from of the campus. Its to bad I wont have anyone to help me move all my stuff. Oh well Ill just do myself. And while I wait I’ll take care of my withdraw forms. the I’ll watch a movie or two to pass the time.

So then the time comes for this “friend” to come and pick me up… And she does. And on the way back to her place I plan to call in sick for the next day (saturday) so that I won’t have to go to work. Didn’t really work as you will see when I recount Saturdays events.

Now it’s Saturday. I wake ready to skip work. But…wait.. Oh… what’s that. I called too late to try and cancel my shift so I have to go in anyways. By now I’m mad. Not too mad but I am pouting. Then I prepare to make my journey from Mililani Town all the way to Honolulu (I cannot make this stuff up). It’s an hour and a half trip. So I get out my Ipod(classic) and play my game. I get there way too earl so I just chill in the Panda Express until it’s time for me to go. And BOOM! She  (my manager) hits me with “You didn’t get my voice mail?” (paraphrasing) “It said you didn’t have to come in” At this point I’m like fuck it I den came this far I might as well work. So i go to doing my job. Helping comstumers, fixing racks, yad yada yada. Then BOOM another bomb! (Just to let you know my friend and I made arrangements for her to pick up from I different location so that she doesn’t have to drive ALL the way to my job) I get out of work 30 minutes late. She’s blowing up my phone but it was off plus it was dying. Anyways, she all up in my ear talking about how tired she is and she wants to know if I can find another way there. Now I don’t have any money so I cant take a cab and I dont know anyone else with a car so i cant ask them and the buses don’t run that late to out by where she is so how the hell am I supposed to get there. Then finally I just decide to take the damn bus as close as I can since it’s so late.

As I said before my phone was dying so I was turning it on and off just so I could keep in contact with her. Of course it was kind of one way because I couldn’t really wait for a response. So I finally get to where I was going to meet her and I call her. This whole time she had an attitude-like I planned for this to happens-on the phone with me. I wiped it off and just sat in the cold night waiting on her. Yes I said cold. The store (where I work) was cold. The night was cold. And the buses were even colder. Cold as hell.

She FINALLY picks me and… Silence. Silence until we hit the freeway. Very calmly she says “I’m sorry but I can’t do this. you knew you were coming to Mililani so you should have made prior arrangements with your job…(blah blah blah) I hope you worked things out for Tuesday because your going to have to find another way home” the moral of that story was she was too lazy to come and pick me up BOTH times and her husband has a tight leesh around her neck. Anyways I was so pissed I didn’t say a word. I was so mad I felt my bady temperature rising. I didn’t respond out loud but the response in my mind went a little something like this. “Bitch you couldn’t spare 30 minutes of your time to drive into the city so I rode 1 hout to get closer to you so that you can be happy! I just worked for 5 hours on my feet while you sat on your ass most of the dat. You cleaned an apartment that was barely dirty and you went to the gym woopdy fucking doo! I’m the one that took a 1.5 hour bus ride into the city and 2.5 just to make your ass happy. You and your husband can shove your heads up your asses cause this is rediculous.” But since I am staying at her house I didn’t say a word! Plus my momma taught me better than that!

Anyways. Like I was saying. Shit happens and people tell you not to hold it in but people like me.. People who do hold it in… What do we do? Ball up in a corner till everything gets. better? Tell people off just because we are pissed? Or do we stand up for ourselves and for once gain the balls to not let people trample over us? Personally I would go with plan C. It doesn’t mean we have to always speak out minds. It just means we have to speak our minds when it matters.