WHY

They say things happen for a reason, but wouldnt you like to know what that reason is sometimes. life would be alot easier if you could figure out the reason behind things. Sometimes your going along in your day and things just start going down hill for you. You wake up and bump your head on the dresser, you trip down the stairs, you get to work to find out you dont have a job anymore, you get locked out your car, you get in a fight with the person you thought loved you most, and you just dont know why these things are happening. first you wonder what have you done wrong. Then you try to reason out how karma is coming back on you, or how you just have bad luck. well, everything happens for a reason. we may not know the reason making these complications a little more discouraging, but everything happens for a reason. You may be wanting to go to a party one night and you get down half the road and your car shuts off in the middle of the street, your complaining on how your going to be late for the party and how your car is a piece of junk, when later you find out that a few miles up there was a fifteen car pile up in the road and had you kept going, you probably would have been one of those cars. When you loose a job that you wanted to keep so bad, you wonder what could you have done to keep the job, or why were you the weakling in the bunch, but this job loss gave you a job opening to something better in life. i always wonder why things happen. is there some big plan of how my life is going to get better, or is it just karma getting me back from the wrong ive done in my lifetime. i dont know but someday i hope to find out.

ThE tHiNgS I MiSsEd OuT oN

Being a preacher’s daughter and a military brat is something I don’t wish upon anyone. Growing up was like living in a bubble that didn’t fit outside my front door. When I was younger I just went about the routine of things since that was all I knew. I went to church 4 times a week. Monday, bible study. Tuesday was prayer night. Friday was Christian education and Sunday, well, you know the regular one. I didn’t think much of it until I started growing older. I started noticing kids at school doing other things. More fun things, like cheerleading, gymnastics, soccer, Having sleepovers with their friends. I cant remember one sleepover I had as a child, and that’s because I didn’t have any. The only people ive had sleep over when I was younger were my cousins. The only thing I can remember doing with my friends when I was younger, was celebrating my birthday. But that was before my parents split up. Every year my mom would throw me a huge pool party and I could invite all of my friends and whoever else wanted to come. I had the best times at those parties. When my parents split up, I said goodbye to fun birthdays under march twenty-first. After that I didn’t have anymore birthday parties. My dad wouldn’t throw me one and my mom was gone. My sisters and I didn’t have too much fun outside of each other. In high school I missed out on all the parties, homecoming, sleepovers, everything. I got invited to prom every year I was in high school and never got to go to one of them. I was even voted to be homecoming queen , but the day after they announced my win, I left to another state to live. I didn’t get to claim my crown or even enjoy a week of knowing I was going to be queen, or enjoy the activities the homecoming queen does to get ready for the big football game. I believe I missed out on a lot when I was younger but I will get it back somehow. A lot of people say you shouldn’t live through your kids, but that’s exactly what in going to do. Who is anyone to tell me what to do with my kids? I need a life too.

MY NEW JOB

I just got a new job at this assistant living place called Jamestown. I’m really starting to get use to this job and the routine of the things that go on there. Before I had this job I was really struggling to keep up with my bills. I had recently been fired from my previous job at hooters, working as a waitress. I made ok money there but I didn’t get many hours and I only worked about 3 days a week which wasn’t taking care of my money business. After a few months of working there, I had a few run-ins with the manager and he terminated me. I had rent due, my car insurance bill, cell bill, utilities, and credit card bills due, and I had no way of getting the money. I talked to my boyfriend about losing my job and trying to get another one that had something to do with my career field so, I could get some experience to add to my resume. He introduced me to his aunt that put in a good word for me at her job. About two weeks later I got the job and it couldn’t have happened at a better time. Now I was getting some experience that I could add to my resume, more hours, and a more respectful reputation. But I don’t think anything could’ve prepared me for the things I was about to go through. Usually working at the assistant living place was pretty easy going. I had to help a few people do some daily activities like getting to the restroom, or taking a shower, just simple things. But as I started working there a little longer, I started witnessing some crazy things. Some of the people living there would do things to get attention, or were just plain out of their minds. This was an ASSISSTANT living place, not a nursing home. Some of the ladies staying there would get out of their wheel chairs, get on the floor, and act like they fell to get attention. I’ve seen one women try to bite one of the nursing assistants. Some of them ring the emergency bell for us to come to their room just to bring them milk and cookies. These women are getting too carried away with. I mean I help them do things they really need done, but I am not going to help someone be lazy. Especially from doing something they know they should be doing. I love that this new job can help me pay my bills, but I think someone needs to put a small change in the way this place gets down. That person might just be ME.