Another item not in a box from the attic knee walls — an apology note to my mom apparently after having a teenage temper tantrum.
It happened again, didn't it? I thought that that would never happen again. I know now that I caused it. I was a spectator watching my body move about the familiar pattern. I would be looking forward to something, or not expecting something -- in this case looking forward to a long lazy afternoon. Then the having to work, then not finding you. Then -- the final blow not getting my way. I had fully expected you to come get me -- to drop what you were doing and pick me up. Why do I expect something as foolish as that?? Because I usually get my way -- and not getting it results in this scene. Bob will have a story to tell you if you care to pry -- I'd rather you wouldn't -- it's just the usual screaming and swearing and throwing things around. I really thought I had grown up -- I guess I haven't. Again, I'm sorry for not being able to handle my emotions properly. Dona
I’m thinking that this was written when I worked at Zayre discount store. I remember that the manager of the jewelry department where I worked called in sick most of the time and I covered for her. it turns out that she was stealing money and was fired, but not before I was called into work much more than I wanted.
I relied on my mom to pick me up and drop me off, otherwise I guess I might have taken the bus or maybe walked. It seems that my mom was not able to pick me up this time.
Bob is my cousin who was living with us at the time. We didn’t get along very well.
I still have the occasional screaming, swearing and throwing things tantrum, but mostly when no one is around.