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vortexrain (01/06/2016) [-] I graduated High School in May of 2012, and started college in September of the same year. I thought I failed my first semester, and that I had lost my financial aid, so I didn't bother with applying for the following semester. September of 2013 rolls around, and I actually decide to see if I did lose my financial aid...I did not. I decided, **** it, I'll go back to school.
Now, back in 2011 I started working in fast food; I was there until the middle of 2013, I'd had enough with a specific manager's abuse of me, and left. I had to go back in November of the same year because no one else would hire me, and the GM was a friend of my dad. That manager who abused me was fired for cussing at a customer, so I figure, why the hell not? It coincided with me deciding to go back to school, so that was neat.
So, January of 2014 arrives, and I decide that instead of going to a Community college, I'd go to a tech school, but I was gonna wait until the fall semester to apply. I got put on a waiting list until September of 2015. Keep in mind that I went back to work at a place that I hated. There were no more managers there that abused me, but some of the things that the new owners did made me really not want to work there anymore. The most notable one being that they bought all "new" equipment when they bought the store, a new frier being one of the "newer" items. The pump to make the grease go back into the frier after it got filtered was a piece of **** . They asked me to put my lips on a nozzle, and blow to clean out a clog nozzle that the grease had to go through; I outright refused to do that. Another thing they asked me to do was actually use a metal pitcher to hand dip the grease from the filter box into the frier. That **** was 300+ degrees, granted I had insulated gloves, that's not the point. The point is is that I had to do it because they bought a piece of **** , that doesn't work. Also, after the the grease got too low for me to be able to dip it out with the pitcher, I had to pick up the 300+ degree metal box, and spill the rest back into the frier, while being careful not to dump the filtered out stuff back into it. Another thing was that some of the employees were making mistakes that they shouldn't have been making given how long they'd been there. I got pissed, and walked out during lunch. This was in May of 2015, remember I was supposed to start tech school in September. I had to push it all the way to this month to give me time to find another job. I have one now, am in school, and that's awesome.
This is just part one, please wait for the reply. Also, I deleted my first comment because I didn't space out paragraphs.
Now, back in 2011 I started working in fast food; I was there until the middle of 2013, I'd had enough with a specific manager's abuse of me, and left. I had to go back in November of the same year because no one else would hire me, and the GM was a friend of my dad. That manager who abused me was fired for cussing at a customer, so I figure, why the hell not? It coincided with me deciding to go back to school, so that was neat.
So, January of 2014 arrives, and I decide that instead of going to a Community college, I'd go to a tech school, but I was gonna wait until the fall semester to apply. I got put on a waiting list until September of 2015. Keep in mind that I went back to work at a place that I hated. There were no more managers there that abused me, but some of the things that the new owners did made me really not want to work there anymore. The most notable one being that they bought all "new" equipment when they bought the store, a new frier being one of the "newer" items. The pump to make the grease go back into the frier after it got filtered was a piece of **** . They asked me to put my lips on a nozzle, and blow to clean out a clog nozzle that the grease had to go through; I outright refused to do that. Another thing they asked me to do was actually use a metal pitcher to hand dip the grease from the filter box into the frier. That **** was 300+ degrees, granted I had insulated gloves, that's not the point. The point is is that I had to do it because they bought a piece of **** , that doesn't work. Also, after the the grease got too low for me to be able to dip it out with the pitcher, I had to pick up the 300+ degree metal box, and spill the rest back into the frier, while being careful not to dump the filtered out stuff back into it. Another thing was that some of the employees were making mistakes that they shouldn't have been making given how long they'd been there. I got pissed, and walked out during lunch. This was in May of 2015, remember I was supposed to start tech school in September. I had to push it all the way to this month to give me time to find another job. I have one now, am in school, and that's awesome.
This is just part one, please wait for the reply. Also, I deleted my first comment because I didn't space out paragraphs.
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vortexrain (01/06/2016) [-] My dad's health has been going downhill for the past few years, and he might not make it to his 50th birthday, in October. I get that him dying will suck for him, but if he dies, my life is ****** . My older brother is in prison, my older sister doesn't give two ***** about us unless she needs something, my oldest younger brother is a ********* , and a metaphorical retard, my middle younger brother is a little retard, he's got Down Syndrome, and my youngest brother...well nothing's really wrong with him, and my mother is depressed, and has tried to kill herself before. Both of my parents are physically disabled, and all of our income, not including my job, comes from government checks. If my dad dies, I'll have to quit going to school to raise my younger brothers because, mark my words, my mom will kill herself if he dies.
I absolutely refuse to support my ********* of a brother. I'd have no problem with raising my other two brothers, if I didn't have to take care of one of them until he moves out, which won't happen for at least another eight years, and the other one, the one with Down Syndrome, I'll have to raise until I die. That's gonna take up all my time, so I won't be able to do anything other than resign to the fact that I'm gonna be working in a factory for the rest of my life.
And you can forget about getting married! Who the hell would want to marry a man who has to raise a person who cannot speak properly, or bath themselves without supervision? I wouldn't expect them too, because I wouldn't want to be with anyone in the same situation. See, if I lost weight, I'd have no problem getting a girl, but I'm not exactly mister twig. If I'm stuck in a factory for twelve hours a day, how am I supposed to lose weight? I'd rather just kill myself, and let my younger brother's just go to the state, or whatever, but that's the pussy way out, and I don't want to be remembered ass the guy who pussed out because his dad died.
I absolutely refuse to support my ********* of a brother. I'd have no problem with raising my other two brothers, if I didn't have to take care of one of them until he moves out, which won't happen for at least another eight years, and the other one, the one with Down Syndrome, I'll have to raise until I die. That's gonna take up all my time, so I won't be able to do anything other than resign to the fact that I'm gonna be working in a factory for the rest of my life.
And you can forget about getting married! Who the hell would want to marry a man who has to raise a person who cannot speak properly, or bath themselves without supervision? I wouldn't expect them too, because I wouldn't want to be with anyone in the same situation. See, if I lost weight, I'd have no problem getting a girl, but I'm not exactly mister twig. If I'm stuck in a factory for twelve hours a day, how am I supposed to lose weight? I'd rather just kill myself, and let my younger brother's just go to the state, or whatever, but that's the pussy way out, and I don't want to be remembered ass the guy who pussed out because his dad died.
