GREAT VENGEANCE AND FURIOUS ANGER
I am going to go effing crazy before this summer's out if I can't get away from home--AWAY--more than thirty miles-- for a few days. First my parents are making me nuts over this Fort Wayne deal, and in general, but now my brother is adding to the insanity. Let me explain.
The only reason I despise work now is because it starts at 2 in the afternoon and gets out at 11, so basically I spend all of my free time waiting to go to work. This morning, my brother needed to be taken to the license bureau to renew his temporary license, which he oh so maturely let expire several months ago. Said bureau is about half an hour away. So I was going to take him, there and back, and I made it clear this morning that come hell or high water, we were leaving at 11:30 so that I could have some chill time to relax before going to work.
We, my brother informed me, were not leaving at 11:30. We were leaving when his pants were done in the dryer.
11:30, I said. I have things to do when we come back before I go to work. I'm driving. We're leaving at this time.
11:20 rolls around, and he decides he needs to shower.
What the hell, I splutter, furious. I said--
I'll be out before 11:30, Matt says, and emerges in a towel to find his jeans--which are still wet--at 11:35. Meanwhile, I've been running around for the past half hour getting ready to go, making sure my things are ready for work when I get back, looking up directions to the license bureau. At 11:39, he's still struggling to get ready to go and I'm getting pissed. I try explaining this to him, telling him that I only have so much time before work each day to actually have free time, while his jobless ass has all damn day to waste his life on the computer, and that this hour and a half chunk out of my day needs to get completed at the time I say it will so I can have that remaining sliver of time before work to just have some TIME.
We're nine minutes late, he tells me, still trying to put on his shoes. Shut the fuck up.
It may not be a big deal. But the fact that he is doing all of this for the sole purpose of making a show out of not having to listen to his sister-- fuck. That. With a shovel. I got pissed, and told him as much, and said he probably didn't even know whether or not we needed a parent to be around for this. Not just an adult, but a parent.
Oh, he said. I don't know if we do or not.
So he looked up the number and called (11:43am), and talked to someone, only to find that, HA, he actually cannot take his temps test without a parent handy. Obviously I am not his parent.
I was furious. We would have gone all the way out there only to find that there was nothing he could do without a parent. Granted, I would have been even more angry if we'd gone and we hadn't found this out, but still. So, there went a large chunk of my morning because my brother is a loafing slob who can't do things on his own or use common courtesy.
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Okay. I feel much better now.
I'm off to the bank to cash my paycheck. And I'll blast some angry music while I'm at it.
The only reason I despise work now is because it starts at 2 in the afternoon and gets out at 11, so basically I spend all of my free time waiting to go to work. This morning, my brother needed to be taken to the license bureau to renew his temporary license, which he oh so maturely let expire several months ago. Said bureau is about half an hour away. So I was going to take him, there and back, and I made it clear this morning that come hell or high water, we were leaving at 11:30 so that I could have some chill time to relax before going to work.
We, my brother informed me, were not leaving at 11:30. We were leaving when his pants were done in the dryer.
11:30, I said. I have things to do when we come back before I go to work. I'm driving. We're leaving at this time.
11:20 rolls around, and he decides he needs to shower.
What the hell, I splutter, furious. I said--
I'll be out before 11:30, Matt says, and emerges in a towel to find his jeans--which are still wet--at 11:35. Meanwhile, I've been running around for the past half hour getting ready to go, making sure my things are ready for work when I get back, looking up directions to the license bureau. At 11:39, he's still struggling to get ready to go and I'm getting pissed. I try explaining this to him, telling him that I only have so much time before work each day to actually have free time, while his jobless ass has all damn day to waste his life on the computer, and that this hour and a half chunk out of my day needs to get completed at the time I say it will so I can have that remaining sliver of time before work to just have some TIME.
We're nine minutes late, he tells me, still trying to put on his shoes. Shut the fuck up.
It may not be a big deal. But the fact that he is doing all of this for the sole purpose of making a show out of not having to listen to his sister-- fuck. That. With a shovel. I got pissed, and told him as much, and said he probably didn't even know whether or not we needed a parent to be around for this. Not just an adult, but a parent.
Oh, he said. I don't know if we do or not.
So he looked up the number and called (11:43am), and talked to someone, only to find that, HA, he actually cannot take his temps test without a parent handy. Obviously I am not his parent.
I was furious. We would have gone all the way out there only to find that there was nothing he could do without a parent. Granted, I would have been even more angry if we'd gone and we hadn't found this out, but still. So, there went a large chunk of my morning because my brother is a loafing slob who can't do things on his own or use common courtesy.
ASLKDJHASLKDJHLASKDJHALSKJDHLASKJHDALSKJDHALSKJDH.
Okay. I feel much better now.
I'm off to the bank to cash my paycheck. And I'll blast some angry music while I'm at it.