Emo Pooch & Family Baggage
Blech. Yesterday was a banner day for my family showing me what a dunce/bitch/fuck up they think I am. Yay.
Mom decided that I'm not capable of grocery shopping without her telling me where exactly I should go. She always tries to get me to go to this one chain store that's more expensive than all the other grocery stores- I have no idea why. I much prefer Wegman's because A. Stuff's cheaper & B. their store brand stuff is of decent quality. Plus, I know the store layout so I can find everything more easily. So that was a fight- as was me trying to check e-mail because it's always a fight when I'm on the computer "doing nothing" (no matter what I'm actually doing. If I'm on a computer, I'm doing nothing. I can be looking at job postings & it's still "nothing")
Then GeekBro & I got into a huge fight about fixing my stupid computer. Apparently, he didn't think I asked nicely enough. For the record, "I know you don't know you're doing this but it has to stop" isn't a particularly helpful criticism. If I don't know what it is I'm doing that's annoying you, then I don't know what it is I'm supposed to stop doing. And on my end, the sound card hasn't worked since he put Mom's old hard drive in my machine a month ago & it hasn't been able to get online for two weeks & I really need to get stuff done. He told me I'm taking him for granted & what I really wanted to say was how can I take you for granted when any time I have a problem I have to wait a month to get it fixed. He told me I needed a plan b for getting my computer working- as if I could afford such a thing. (And if I could, I'd have already used it). Ended up with me feeling like some sort of horrible ungrateful bitch who should never be allowed to speak to other people as I'm sure to be mean & offensive. So I ended up telling him not to fix the damn thing since it's such a huge burden to him. Unfortunately, that leaves me with no way to get my computer fixed.
Worst part is that ever since my interview with the Graphic Design place, I've been thinking that a good way for me to start earning some money is to pick up some freelance design work. They were really impressed with the quality of my work but the problem was my lack of experience & working freelance I could get some excellent experience. Plus, I think it'd be interesting. However, without a reliable computer to do such work on, there's just no way I can take on those jobs right now. And I don't dare mention that in front of Mom because then she'll either start thinking she should give me her new computer so I can work or she'll start feeling guilty that she doesn't want to give me her computer. Either way, I wouldn't want her computer on principle, aside from the fact that it's not a system designed to handle graphics applications.
And to top everything off, Sis is up for the holiday weekend & has already made a couple of digs at both my lack of employment & that I'm spoiling her dog. Yeesh. I'm looking forward to Ostara if for no other reason that I'll get to spend time out of the house with people who are actually happy to see me.
Although... I can't wait to see what Sis does when she gets back. She's visiting a friend at the moment. Meanwhile, Hannah has managed to rip most of the stitches out already. R, my pg mate (& the GO) who's a vet tech at the vet's office happened to pop online & I asked her what to do about it. We've put bandages on it but she scratches them off again. One of R's suggestions- since the cone's no help against the pooch's hind leg- was to put a t-shirt on her. So Hannah's now looking very emo in one of my old faded black t-shirts & a very pitiful expression. She's rather confused by this whole "clothes" thing but is putting up with it as she does with most things. I expect we'll find the t-shirt in shreds tomorrow morning, though.
It's the little things that make life bearable. Like the hilarious sight of my dog wearing my clothes. I totally have to get a picture of it & post it.
Mom decided that I'm not capable of grocery shopping without her telling me where exactly I should go. She always tries to get me to go to this one chain store that's more expensive than all the other grocery stores- I have no idea why. I much prefer Wegman's because A. Stuff's cheaper & B. their store brand stuff is of decent quality. Plus, I know the store layout so I can find everything more easily. So that was a fight- as was me trying to check e-mail because it's always a fight when I'm on the computer "doing nothing" (no matter what I'm actually doing. If I'm on a computer, I'm doing nothing. I can be looking at job postings & it's still "nothing")
Then GeekBro & I got into a huge fight about fixing my stupid computer. Apparently, he didn't think I asked nicely enough. For the record, "I know you don't know you're doing this but it has to stop" isn't a particularly helpful criticism. If I don't know what it is I'm doing that's annoying you, then I don't know what it is I'm supposed to stop doing. And on my end, the sound card hasn't worked since he put Mom's old hard drive in my machine a month ago & it hasn't been able to get online for two weeks & I really need to get stuff done. He told me I'm taking him for granted & what I really wanted to say was how can I take you for granted when any time I have a problem I have to wait a month to get it fixed. He told me I needed a plan b for getting my computer working- as if I could afford such a thing. (And if I could, I'd have already used it). Ended up with me feeling like some sort of horrible ungrateful bitch who should never be allowed to speak to other people as I'm sure to be mean & offensive. So I ended up telling him not to fix the damn thing since it's such a huge burden to him. Unfortunately, that leaves me with no way to get my computer fixed.
Worst part is that ever since my interview with the Graphic Design place, I've been thinking that a good way for me to start earning some money is to pick up some freelance design work. They were really impressed with the quality of my work but the problem was my lack of experience & working freelance I could get some excellent experience. Plus, I think it'd be interesting. However, without a reliable computer to do such work on, there's just no way I can take on those jobs right now. And I don't dare mention that in front of Mom because then she'll either start thinking she should give me her new computer so I can work or she'll start feeling guilty that she doesn't want to give me her computer. Either way, I wouldn't want her computer on principle, aside from the fact that it's not a system designed to handle graphics applications.
And to top everything off, Sis is up for the holiday weekend & has already made a couple of digs at both my lack of employment & that I'm spoiling her dog. Yeesh. I'm looking forward to Ostara if for no other reason that I'll get to spend time out of the house with people who are actually happy to see me.
Although... I can't wait to see what Sis does when she gets back. She's visiting a friend at the moment. Meanwhile, Hannah has managed to rip most of the stitches out already. R, my pg mate (& the GO) who's a vet tech at the vet's office happened to pop online & I asked her what to do about it. We've put bandages on it but she scratches them off again. One of R's suggestions- since the cone's no help against the pooch's hind leg- was to put a t-shirt on her. So Hannah's now looking very emo in one of my old faded black t-shirts & a very pitiful expression. She's rather confused by this whole "clothes" thing but is putting up with it as she does with most things. I expect we'll find the t-shirt in shreds tomorrow morning, though.
It's the little things that make life bearable. Like the hilarious sight of my dog wearing my clothes. I totally have to get a picture of it & post it.