WARNING: Strong language and nasty rant
I wanted to call this journal "Jenny's Bad Fur Day", a wink to one of my all time favorite video game. But as I started thinking about the past days, I realized 'week' would be more appropriate. And now I just need to talk about my shitty life.
Some weeks ago, I told about dumbasses who asked for FREE art, and how hard it pisses me off. As a matter of fact, it's all thanks to you, greedy bastards, that I needed to get a job I didn't enjoy much to pay bills and buy food. There's this slut working with me... she definitely hates me for no apparent reason, which made me feel like I wasn't welcome there at all. She looked at me in a way that meant "Do you really think we want you here? You only deserve to roam up streets and ask for charity, you filthy worm!"
Leaving that bitch aside, let's face the job: Cleaning. Old. People. Bathrooms.
You really have to be in deep shit to end up cleaning other people's shit. Anyway. Most of them were lovely, adorable elders that I enjoyed having a chat with. Until yesterday. At the end of my shift, the director wanted to talk to me in private. She asked how I was doing so far, and I told her exactly what I just said. She then told me "Well, some residents reported they didn't like you." I was like "Really? Ô_o' "
- There's an ethic you have to respect when working here. You know what I mean? (She told me this crap like 5 times in a row. I finally got enough of that)
- Ok let's get to it fair and square. Is my piercing the problem?
- Yes it is. People think it's quite disturbing, almost as much as your make up.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? MY MAKE UP??? I only put traits of eye-liner! What the fucking fuck is wrong with it??
- You have to change your look by tomorrow, or you leave.
- You're serious? That's not some kind of twisted joke?
- No, I am 100% serious.
- Okay then. I already dyed my hair black, because I knew green wouldn't be accepted here. I could always change my lip ring for something more delicate and feminine, I don't care much. But my makeup? That's, like, the most ridiculous thing I ever heard. I'm out. Don't expect to see me tomorrow.
I left my keys on the desk and left with pride. I was proud I decided to stay as I am, not changing for anyone else. Then I realized how much in trouble they just put themselves XD They hired me because they definitely were in deep shit, and now they fired me because of my EYE LINER LOLL. I just wish they call me back to tell them "There's no way I'm changing my looks, sorry. You should look for someone else. Bye." BANG!
Okay. Let's talk about music.
Another really, really bad news I had yesterday: two of L'Aasguard's guitarists decided to leave the band (my drummer's brother and my own bro). So, I texted my bro, asking him why the Hell did he leave the band. He told me "Cédé and I are tired of dealing with Yan (the drummer) so we just scram." Wut? xD Okay then... What's really sad about it, is that L'Aasguard probably is a dead band now. These guys saved my life, literally! They brought me in such an awesome adventure when I was in a really desperate and gloomy part of my life. It's all thanks to them I left my retarded ex-boyfriend for my current soon-to-be husband made of gold
... wait, what? Gold? That's an insult. He's so perfect, this man totally is made of diamonds. Heart shaped diamonds.
Anyway, I'll still play music, of course
My man asked me to join his band, Cerberia, to play keyboards. And so far, as shy as I can be, the guys still enjoyed what I played last Saturday. If you look up Cerberia on Facebook, and you listen to the tracks there... please, concentrate on the music only. Do not listen to the female vocals. They're awful. We've got another vocalist, and trust me: that girl rocks. She has such a powerful voice, she'll give you goosebumps.
So be it. Wish my luck with my 'falling apart' life.