I'm new to this: Living with the Devil. (Really long) -- LiveWire Teen Forums

I recently got an apartment with my friend and his girlfriend. My mother from the start told me this would be a bad idea, but I had to test it for myself. Not the me moving out part, but moving into an apartment with my roommates being a couple. Before moving into the apartment things were going smooth. We could not wait to move in and call this new apartment our home. We talked about how much fun it would be. I had some worries, but I was overall happy with my decision, since it sounded so promising.

The day came and we finally moved in! I was excited. This was my first time moving out of my parents home. I felt like my life was finally going where I wanted it to go. I was about to start college, I had a job, and I was out of my parents house. I thought to myself, what could go wrong now? It didn't take long for the feel of the apartment to change with one decision that I made.

I got a job working at some quick stop store. You know, the stores where cars drive up and the people tell you what they want. I was working under the table and only making five dollars an hour. They did not train me on my first day and had me working the window on the first day. This was my first job and I was running around the store like a chicken with its head chopped off. The boss didn't even want to pay me for the first week I worked.

I felt like I wasn't getting paid enough for how hard they wanted me to work. They were already talking about me taking both of the boss's hours and working over time. I had no clue what the hell I was doing. Not only was I not familiar with how things worked around the store, I was screwing up peoples orders and messing up the new cash register they had there. Put it this way, I was already getting small amounts of money taken out of my pay check. I tried my best, but ended up feeling fucked over in the end, so I quit.

I told my roommates that I quit my job and they gave me a look of disgust. I explained to them I would be doing things around my parents house for money. My father works all day and some things my mother cannot do, so it was the perfect chance to get rent money until I found another job. They still did not like the idea of me not working. I am able to pay rent and get things that are needed for the apartment, but they still find it necessary to give me a hard time.

We ended up getting in fight about me quitting my job and some other things the third day of living at the apartment. My friends girlfriend (let's call her Mary) got mad at me for saying "I hope the apartment doesn't start to smell like dog shit and piss," since they have a dog, which they do not walk! They have these pads that dogs are suppose to pee and poop on, but the dog still shits and pisses around the apartment. I guess they're too lazy to train the dog to go outside and walk the dog every morning and night. They happen to put one of these piss and shit pads right next to our dining room table. Who wants to sit and smell dog shit while you eat?

The day after I quit my job, I walked around town and filled out about ten applications. I was determined to find another job and I know I cannot do work for my parents forever. By this point, I was regretting that I quit my job, so I tried to call up my old boss and asked for another chance. Of course, I was turned down, but I tried. I realized that I made a mistake, which is fine. I learned my lesson. I'm new at all of this, so I am going to fuck up once or twice.

Mary doesn't care that I made a mistake and I'm trying hard to find another job (fix my mistake). In my opinion, it shouldn't matter where I get my money. All she should care about is me getting rent and paying the bills, which I'm doing. She walks around the apartment with a mean look on her face and gives me the could shoulder. I am trying to become her friend, but she won't even let me small talk with her. It's hard to live with someone who will not give you a chance. She's not even on the lease, which I am.

So, here I am with all of this stress. Working for my parents, looking for job, and trying to become the good guy in the apartment has stressed me out. On top of that, I didn't even have enough time to go and sign up for college classes, so now I have to wait and go in the Fall. Great, now I have nothing to do, but to sit around the apartment and wait to find a job, which will make me look bad on many levels. I feel as if I'm not given the chance to prove myself. I have never felt so unwanted in one place like this before. This is not what I thought it would be. I wish they would have some faith in me and give me time, instead of pressuring me.

Post edited at 12:25 pm on July 1, 2008 by imakethetest66

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