Saturday, December 17, 1988

I found out from SS That I am able to work a certain number of hours. I had them call Dad and explain it to him.

Andy gave me the name of someone to speak with in personnel at the Sheridan Tara where he works and I applied for a job in housekeeping. I don’t think I got the job, though. She didn’t seem very friendly or to like the idea of me being on disability for so long. Andy says that he gets the impression that this girl doesn’t like him either. He says he gave my name and number to someone in the restaurant who needs a bus person. What would be nice about this job is that the pay is low cuz you depend on tips which I wouldn’t report to SS. So I would still gross under $300 a month. But the shitty thing about it is that your tips come from the waitresses and waiters, so good luck if they ever tip you. Also, it’s not always busy so you don’t always make that much. It’s never guaranteed.

My sister totally disgusted me with the things she says and does again last night on the phone and I really just don’t want anything to do with her. She stabbed me in the back by telling my business to Mom and Dad, lies, is so negative and dramatic and thinks she’s great. Valleyhead was the best place for me, she says. And also, she doesn’t buy some of the things I’ve told her that have happened there. Why would I lie? Who wants to say someplace is bad if they really did enjoy it there and were treated well? I wish I had liked it. I wish I had been treated well and like a person who needed help and a boost up, rather than a criminal.

Last but not least, she’s better than me cuz she doesn’t do anything illegal. What about the prank calls she made when she was younger? I clearly remember the incident with the fire dept.

Plus, child abuse is illegal, be it physical, emotional or verbal, and I’ve seen her abuse her kids.

She tells me the things I do and say along with the way I get angry have nothing to do with my past, it’s all my fault, and so on.

She needs to take a course in psychology. Put it this way, my sister could never make it on her own or handle her life by herself. She needs a man to take care of her and support her.

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