That’s it. When I loose this “temp job from hell”, there won’t be anything left to pay for the tax year of 2010. Life is expensive. Living for most my life has been VERY limited because I’ve given my darn, hard-earned opportunities in life away to those whom I felt needed it the most.
A few minutes ago, I read my FB message. In it, the fat blob had the nerve to complain about how difficult it was to take care of her stubborn mother, who would take off her diaper after one hour. The first floor of her apartment is dirty AND smelly as a result and the fat blob missed one day’s work. She had to call one of three brothers to come after work to help take care of the mother. The brother had the help of his son, too.
To make a long story short, the fat blob’s mother is a very mean person since she was a child, who stole her mother’s money and blamed her siblings, who got spanked from the youngest sibling’s false accusations. The old granny had to hide her money with a neighbor.
The fat blob’s father came from a poor background and was abusive, no doubt, to the mean mother, who raised hell when Paw and Maw went back to the PI around 2005. Even the eldest brother had to beat up the youngest sister because of her bad behavior.
Don’t get me wrong folks. Most bottom feeders don’t ask outright for handouts. I believe this is the key to my current life’s fear: “Just say no.” And for what it’s worth, it’s a relief and freedom from the dead weights of poverty-stricken families being lifted up from my shoulders.
There is not enough charity to feed these people! It’s never ending! Now, I have the strength to cut off funds from these scammers. Group One is still on my “hit list”. Group Two won’t stop taking what is not theirs and without my knowledge or permission. And Group Three is not getting any.
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