unwarranted complaints
my grandmother is coming to stay with us. for some reason, i find her visits extremely stressful. visitors disrupt my routine, and i don't like that. when she stays overnight, she sleeps in my bed, which means i either sleep on the sofa, or in my mom's room. my dad, because he's impossible to live with, sleeps in the guest room, and i'm the one who has to forfeit my bed when we have company. mind you, my dad also has an office, which he has filled with so much junk you can't walk in, about one third of the garage, and a five-thousand square foot warehouse to put his stuff in. oh, and i went into the attic last week and there are piles of stuff up there too! what the hell! i have one room that's about twelve feet by ten and i have to leave it when someone stays over. i shouldn't complain, because i live here for free. but seriously, two rooms, part of the garage, and a warehouse.
my grandmother also likes to take us to eat at restaurants where it's impossible to order anything that isn't made with meat. normally, i am very easy to get along with when it comes to food. i can make do with almost any restaurant because everywhere has salad, and everywhere has baked potatoes.
however, last time she was here, we went to pappy's and i tried to order a baked potato because i was too hungry to eat just salad. the waitress told me that, unbelievably, pappy's does not serve baked potatoes. they serve other kinds of potatoes, but for some reason, they are unable to simply put one in the oven for forty-five minutes, cut it, and put stuff in it. what the hell?! seeing my look of shock and horror, the waitress said, "we have twice-baked potatoes!" and i said, "all right, i'll have that, with no bacon." and she said, "oh, they come with bacon." and i said, "can you not leave it out?" and she said, "well, they're already made." and at that point, i realized that pappy's is not a restaruant, it is a school cafeteria. one without baked potatoes.
so i got a salad, which also came with meat in it, but i guess they managed to take it out before bringing it to me. i swear. we'll probably go there again tonight and i'm not looking forward to it because i'm already really cranky today.
i need to write a paper about my experience at my internship, but i cannot do it. i literally feel sick every time i start. i'm afraid i'm going to wait too long and my advisor will have already turned in her grades. then i'll have to intern again next semester. even these scare tactics are not enough to make me write this stupid essay.
other things are bothering me too, but this is not the appropriate forum in which to discuss them.
my grandmother also likes to take us to eat at restaurants where it's impossible to order anything that isn't made with meat. normally, i am very easy to get along with when it comes to food. i can make do with almost any restaurant because everywhere has salad, and everywhere has baked potatoes.
however, last time she was here, we went to pappy's and i tried to order a baked potato because i was too hungry to eat just salad. the waitress told me that, unbelievably, pappy's does not serve baked potatoes. they serve other kinds of potatoes, but for some reason, they are unable to simply put one in the oven for forty-five minutes, cut it, and put stuff in it. what the hell?! seeing my look of shock and horror, the waitress said, "we have twice-baked potatoes!" and i said, "all right, i'll have that, with no bacon." and she said, "oh, they come with bacon." and i said, "can you not leave it out?" and she said, "well, they're already made." and at that point, i realized that pappy's is not a restaruant, it is a school cafeteria. one without baked potatoes.
so i got a salad, which also came with meat in it, but i guess they managed to take it out before bringing it to me. i swear. we'll probably go there again tonight and i'm not looking forward to it because i'm already really cranky today.
i need to write a paper about my experience at my internship, but i cannot do it. i literally feel sick every time i start. i'm afraid i'm going to wait too long and my advisor will have already turned in her grades. then i'll have to intern again next semester. even these scare tactics are not enough to make me write this stupid essay.
other things are bothering me too, but this is not the appropriate forum in which to discuss them.