+-[Story Two: Job]-+
My stepmother wanted me to go out and look for a job every day until I got a job. Getting a job is all good and everything, but there's two main problems: Location and Transportation. My stepmom says that I have to go out and search , with or without proper transportation. Good thing I have a bike. However, that really doesn't make my situation much better. Walking would take forever, of course. As for with the mountain bike, it's not going down the hills that's the problem. It's going back up those steep slopes that is. With the bike.
Imagine a small city being flanked on two sides by valley walls. I live on one of these valley walls, pretty much where all the rich or old white people live. This consists of a series of hills. Some of these hills are very steep. As of now, we have days that hit the low 90s during the day
. And I would have to do this every day, hitting the movie theater, the two supercenters, the three grocery stores, and the eleven or twelve fast food places, even if they say they have no openings. Every day.
This is what my stepmom wants me to do.
However, I think she started to lay off after my dad talked to her. He told me that once I actually make some rounds out to put in applications for places, that I can call each of these places every other day to follow up on my application. It beats going out in the sun every day, battling these hills in the blaze. At the same time, I've had no luck with getting one yet, so on occasion I do go out to these places to check.
I'm aiming for the movie theater. They say that they may have something for me in the fall when all the college summer workers start going back to college. I wanna bank on that.
But seriously, making me go out every day would be crazy, and I'm not saying this to justify me being lazy. I'm not lazy. I do what both tell me to do, albeit begrudgingly with my stepmom. I mow the lawn, I sweep the floors, I clean the bathroom and kitchen, I vacuum the carpet downstairs, I clean the computer area, I do my own laundry, I clean my room. If that's lazy, I don't know how to become a hard worker. She says that I have to have 'consistent excellence.' In my book, consistent excellence is equal to perfection, and perfection is impossible.
If I had consistent excellence, I would be up there with those other Asian A-Teams in my school. I would read my assigned pages each night they're assigned and moreso to where I know the whole of the book before the class can keep up with me. If I had consistent excellence, I would be a people pleaser, and my stepmom would be as happy with me as she is with her robotic daughter. But I'm not.
A friend told me while I was distressing about getting a job and a driver's license that everyone goes at their own pace; that I'm not ahead, that I'm not behind, but that I'm going at my own pace. Of course, this is not to justify that I do nothing at the last minute. At times, it does get old asking for money or sitting in the passenger seat while my grandmother drives. At the moment, I'm looking at a study guide for the state driving test. I've learned to drive stick, so I'm close to set.
Still, I don't see why I have to try and please my stepmom, trying to keep up with her former self. She always refers to what she had to do when she tried to go for her first job when she was younger. Well, all I have to say is 'different times, different place.'
I honestly don't like her always trying to make me do it her way. And not just me; she wants everyone to follow suit. She got rid of my dog; she got what she wanted. She got this fat Lexus; she got what she wanted. She gets her daughter to do almost everything while she does close to nothing; she's getting what she wants. She goes out on occasional hot dates; she's getting what she wants.
Why is my dad spoiling this woman? It's been a long time since I got what I wanted. At the same time, I really don't know what I want. Not in the short-run, not in the long-run. When it comes to non-materialistic things, I really don't know what I want, and I can see how that affects my relationship with my dad.
tl;dr: In regards to a job, my step-mom pushed me off a cliff; consistant excellence is perfection in a pretty dress; in life, everyone goes at their own pace, and so do I; my stepmom always seems to get what she wants; I don't know what I ultimately want in life, and it affects my relationship with my dad.