The straw that broke the camel's back

Izzy is gone. Remember my last post? That day after work, I got a phone call from my younger sister (which NEVER happens, so I knew something was up), asking me to come home soon, so that all us girls could talk. Obviously, I knew this "talk" would be about Izzy.

When I got home, Mom launched into this story about how Izzy asked our neighborhood friend, Hitomi, for a ride to work about thirty minutes to an hour before his shift started. What is so wrong with this, you might ask? Izzy does not know Hitomi. He met her for a couple hours two nights before; she is practically a perfect stranger. Worse, Hitomi is married to a military man and, as far as Trisha has told me, they have had some marital problems because of - well, some things. Bottom line, I do not think it wise for a young man to ask a young, married stranger of a woman for a ride, ESPECIALLY when he had all day to walk.

That is another thing - why the fuck CAN'T you walk to work? I mean, really now. Your work is maybe ten miles away, tops. If I were in your shoes, I would STILL walk my ass to work or catch a bus. You have a job; you have commitments and responsibilities. Fucking meet them.

So, this was the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back." Other things led up to this decision. They include:

• My grandparents speaking to my mom out of concern of a boy living with us, just girls
• He never cleaned up after himself (water spots on mirror, dishes after eating or cooking, putting the toilet seat down or cleaning under the seat)
• He did not pitch in for food, which would not have been too bad if he did not
  

1. Open juice bottles from the pantry and return them to the pantry and not the fridge.
2. Open another bottle of juice from the pantry when the first has not been finished and return that one to the pantry, too.
3. Guzzle juice.

• He was never sure what his paycheck would be like and if he would be able to pay Mom rent. For the month of August, his rent was $200. He agreed to this, but Saturday night, he told me he would be able to give my mom $60, which "was something." The day Mom told him he could not stay any longer, though, he told her he had $120 to give, wtf? Then, when we were at his mom's place after unloading his things, he tells me he could have given my mom $500 to $600. I do not know where the fuck that came from, but I did not believe it. It was either that or he was lying about his finances before because he was trying to save. Who knows?

He only stayed with us for a day over a week, which is the only thing I feel bad about because that does not seem like enough time to give a person a chance. On the other hand, though, judging from the way he left, I would rather not have him stay with us at all. He never thanked my mom for letting him be a freeloader for a week, and until now, I have yet to see a penny from him, even for gas money for driving him to and from work. He, at the least, should pay me $20 for that. Anyways, he was really ungrateful. I do not know why I still speak to him.

Aside from the whole Izzy deal, I have just been working, cleaning, and working some more. Hopefully, I get more hours now that Mark is gone. Anyways, I am going into work in a short while to take care of some business. I will be back in an hour or so. Until next time!