It's that time again~
So, today marks the first day of the annual family excursion to the beach. Considering we've grown from Grandma+moms+kids, to, Grandparents+moms&dads&aunts&uncles+childrens&friends/spouses+grandbabies, it might be more accurate to call it a family reunion? I'm not really sure when the distinction needs to be laid down. But the facts are that we have about...26 people camping out at the beach for 4-5 days and all of them go by the name of family (except that one clingy ex-girlfriend who invites herself).
I'm a bit frustrated by the fact that I might have to show up a day late BECAUSE the money I told my boss I needed by Wednesday will probably show up with my regular paycheck on Friday. And the whole point of asking for my vacation pay early was because I was supposed to leave today, Thursday, and so I could have money to pay for things like, oh, gasoline, food, campsite fee, y'know, just a few hundred dollars, no big deal. I'm sure the $11 in the bank will cover it. Like a bandaid over a sucking chest wound. I was fine showing up a day late for schedule related reasons, but not it's-my-damn-money reasons. Because it's my damn money.
But I'm not bitter! No, not at all. Because I hate my family and every time I'm forced to spend time in their company I throw up a little in my mouth. I have no interest in meeting my cousins fiance or spending time with my brother who's been in Iraq for a year. I'd much rather sit in my house all day and re-read my book collection for the nth time.
Sarcasm? What does this word meaning?
Hm, but venting actually makes me feel a little better. Now I can go do laundry and clean my car and make lists and fine-tune errand schedules so we can get out of here at the earliest opportunity.
I'll be so glad once we get to the beach and I can relax ^__^.