This morning I had an interview at an adult shop in my city for a part time sales assistant position. It went pretty awfully but I may still have a tiny chance. My only redeeming factor was answering the child porn ‘moral’ question correctly. As for saying what I could bring to the job, I stuttered and stammered around saying about three words. I really didn’t do my best.
My failure is most likely because of my mum coming into my room this morning to say, ‘I won’t wish you luck. I’ll be praying all morning that you don’t get the job.’ I asked, ‘why?’ She replied, ‘At a sex shop? You’re depraved enough like that as it is.’ I didn’t know where mum could have got the fact that the job was at an adult shop from, other than reading my diary. When I went downstairs my handbag was indeed open. In my diary she’d have also read the cryptic references to the hours I was meant to be working at the club.
So I’ve told the club that I quit. My brother already warned me that mum is planning to follow me and I really can not cope with that amount of stress. No money is worth this fear. I’m totally fed up with it. I can’t hack the lying and fear of being found out. I don’t want to lead a double life anymore. Even though I’m in the right and mum is in the wrong, while I live here I just can’t be doing with stressing over her interferences in my life. I know I’ve now lost myself about £500 a month income, but I really don’t give a fuck anymore.
I have enough in the bank to pay for me and my partner’s holiday, and my petrol until I go to uni. This is all I need in life. If I want anything else, I’ll take a call. 1 hour in a hotel room is a lot easier to cover than 4 hours plus 2 hours travelling to work at the club. I’ve not been very good at getting calls lately but hopefully that will change. I had 3 messages in my AW inbox this morning. I’ve replied eagerly to them all. Now I’m just sitting here shitting myself until mum comes home from work, because I’m sure she’ll have more to say after all her snooping. God, I do hate her.
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