For Fucks Sake
With Christmas only five days away, it's time for the family to become psycho. Some things are switched up due to my work schedule and only having one day off. Grandmother in West Virgina laments that I haven't visited in years...(a lie, I was up last Christmas, a fact on which we argued for 15 minutes) and I am guilt-tripped into visiting, yet again. This time, I have to go up BEFORE Christmas and take a non-paid day off work. Yippie. So, I manage to get off half of Thursday and all day Friday and will be flying to WVA on Thursday night and coming back Sun afternoon. Short, short visit, (although now I'm wishing I just did Fri-Sun)but I figured that my grandmother would be happy--as she claims she's going to die before ever seeing me again. WRONG. She keeps bringing it up to ANYONE who will listen that I'm visiting for such a SHORT time, and she's upset because she'll have to cook Christmas dinner---WTF? But she's glad that I'll be here, because then the men can have a break from cooking. If I'm lying, I'm dying. So when my Dad calls me last week and is upset that I don't have my flight information while shipping in Target, he asks me why I didn't just rent a car, and then bitches because he'll have to deal with rush hour traffic. On top of all that, he feels that I shouldn't have to leave for the airport (a hour + away) to make my 3:00 flight--until 1:30. Anything before that would be a waste of time.
So, I book a limo service. Cost me a pretty penny....but I don't have to have my dad, who looked like Hitler last year, pick me up and be generally obnoxious in the airport, and I get the hell out of the house by 11:30 on Christmas Eve. Called the parental unit to let him know that I had it taken care of, and he didn't have to worry about anything. He then gets upset with ME. Because, apparently he "didn't mind picking me up" and that it was going to delay dinner--because they'd have to hold it for me to arive. And then, he wanted to know how much it cost, and told me to lie about the cost. To which I responded, that at 23 if I paid for it, it doesn't matter how much it cost, nor was it anyones business. He then, insists that I should cancel it, and then gets exasperated because I won't, and all but hangs up on me. He is, however, relieved as this will now put an end to the fighting going on between my grandparents and himself, as to what the quickest route to the airport is.
*headdesk*
So, my blood pressure is already through the roof and as my friend Steff said on an early voice mail..."I'm so estatic, I could slit my own throat."
AUGHHHH.
So, I book a limo service. Cost me a pretty penny....but I don't have to have my dad, who looked like Hitler last year, pick me up and be generally obnoxious in the airport, and I get the hell out of the house by 11:30 on Christmas Eve. Called the parental unit to let him know that I had it taken care of, and he didn't have to worry about anything. He then gets upset with ME. Because, apparently he "didn't mind picking me up" and that it was going to delay dinner--because they'd have to hold it for me to arive. And then, he wanted to know how much it cost, and told me to lie about the cost. To which I responded, that at 23 if I paid for it, it doesn't matter how much it cost, nor was it anyones business. He then, insists that I should cancel it, and then gets exasperated because I won't, and all but hangs up on me. He is, however, relieved as this will now put an end to the fighting going on between my grandparents and himself, as to what the quickest route to the airport is.
*headdesk*
So, my blood pressure is already through the roof and as my friend Steff said on an early voice mail..."I'm so estatic, I could slit my own throat."
AUGHHHH.