Sooner or Later

Today, I snapped.

M worked a graveyard shift at the gas station last night and that means that she got off work at 6am and she was to go into her other job for an 8am start. As we all know, this is essentially impossible. So, M got home at 6 or so, I am assuming, and lied down on her bed fully clothed – she then, fell asleep.

I wake up and see that her door is closed and her light is off. So I knock on her door and tell her that she has to get up for work. She doesn’t really respond as she is completely incoherent and essentially unconscious. So I knock again. And again. Nothing. I must note that I was not angry when I was waking her up. In fact, I was being very chipper!

Truthfully, the main reason that I wanted her to go to work was because if she did, I knew that there was no way she would be able to come out with us tonight and I sure as hell didn’t want to hang around with M on a Friday night. So with that said, I had to try my damndest to get this girl out of bed, and into work.

I go to her room where I swing the door open and flick on the lights, “WAKEY, WAKEY!” I am greeted with a groan and I go back to my room to continue getting ready for the day.

Ten minutes lapse – It is 7:45 now and if she left right now, she would make it to work only a few minutes late. So, from my room, I call out to her, “M! Wake up!” groan. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED.” Groan. “GO TO FUCKING WORK, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Gradually, my comments and tone went from slightly annoyed to full on infuriation.

SS: Isn’t the whole point of taking these two jobs and actually going to them is to prove yourself to everyone? Everyone said you couldn’t do it and you claimed you would prove us all wrong.
M: I am paying it back.
SS: YEAH, with the fucking loan itself!!! Well that is going to run out if you don’t go to WORK. GO TO YOUR FUCKING JOB!
Eventually, after yelling at her from afar, I decide to go into her actual room, where the door was still open and the light was still on. I revert back to a calm voice to start.
SS: M. Get out of bed and go to work.
M: There is no point. I am going to be late.

*INFURIATION*

SS: 5 minutes late is a lot better than 8 fucking hours late!
M: grunt, groan
SS: How can you show your fucking face at work day after day? Are you not ashamed? I couldn’t do it. I would be so ashamed after missing 5 fucking days. It sickens me and I am fucking tired of being silent about it.

I slammed her door shut (light still on) and went on with my day. This is the 5th day that she has missed since last Monday. The light in her room stayed on until at least 1pm. When I got home at about 4:30, the light was off. She slept for 7 hours with the lights on.

B came over and went directly into M’s room to wake her up, as always. She informed M that it was 6pm on Friday night and she didn’t believe her! She actually has no comprehension of the day or time. She also didn’t call work to let them know that she wouldn’t be going in today. I am sure they are used to that by now though.

She didn’t actually get up until 6:30. She came out of her room and made some sort of foul smelling food in the microwave and then disappeared into her dark cavern to eat it. She didn’t say a word to B or me. I guess she’s a little upset at the words exchanged earlier? Well, I was only telling the truth!