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July 8th
Work at the Life has been…interesting, to say the least. I've started out working these insane hours, so sometimes I'll work at the asscrack of dawn and come home at three in the afternoon and sleep, or I'll work from like, eight at night until closing, which is sometimes around two, if there are still customers. My sleeping schedule is therefore completely fucked and I'm eating a whole lot less.
And shockingly, Mark hasn't said a word about it. I thought after what happened on Independence Day that maybe he'd start paying a little more attention to me, but I guess I was wrong.
It kind of drives me crazy that Mark hasn't noticed, either. Because it's one of those things that Mark would notice. That I was losing a lot of weight, that I looked tired and sick all the time, he'd say something and do everything in his power to fix it. But not anymore. Not since Mark decided that he was going to devote his life to making his completely unresponsive roommate happy again, which I doubt will happen anytime soon. Roger's fits from withdrawal are becoming more frequent and we don't have the money to put him in rehab, nor will Roger or Mark hear anything about having Roger put in rehab. Luckily, Roger is constantly in too much pain to leave the house, so he's physically incapable of getting his hands on any more drugs. Mark's dumped everything he's found in Roger's room into the toilet and got rid of it.
I know I sound like a cold, heartless bitch, to be like, begging for attention while someone else is going through more problems than I am, but the truth is I just don't understand how Roger and Mark are even friends. Roger just treats everyone like shit all the time, and Mark is a perfect target and he gets hit every time Roger's angry or frustrated or pretty much feeling any sort of negative emotion, which is ninety-nine percent of the time. I've tried time and time again to make some sort of connection with Roger, to let him know that I care about him and want to help him and make him happy, and every single time he's pushed me away. Which is absolutely fine. But I can't be expected to keep putting in such an effort after I've done so much already and had him blow me off completely.
Mark always asks me why we "can't just be nice people to each other". Well, that's why. Because every time I try to be nice to Roger, he accuses me of putting on an act. And he's right. But that's because it is impossible for me to be genuinely nice to someone who has been such an asshole to not only me, but all of the people that I truly care about.
Needless to say, all the time I've been spending at work has been time that I'm not around Mark and Roger, so it's been nice. I work with nice people and already have regular customers. And I just finished my third day of work at three this afternoon and I have already received four phone numbers! No one too attractive, though, and no women yet either. Which is kind of surprising, since Roger once told me when he was drunk that I give off a "lesbian vibe" in public. That was probably the nicest thing he's ever said to me, too.
I'm bored now and kinda tired from work, so I think I'm gonna go see if I can get Mark out of Roger's room for sex or something. I guess I'm in that kind of mood.