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*snip out drunken rant from last night*
Okay I said I was going to bed about an hour ago... but I can't sleep XD
Okay so my trip was uneventful until the end of it when things seemed to fall apart for me.
I think it was Saturday night I talked to denise, or was it friday night... It was the night my nephew and I got into a fight.. (I think) She let me know a few things that just kind of made me confused inside. On one hand I am glad to find that out, on the other hand I don't think I was ready to find that out. Though if I had come back online one or two people I know would have told me anyways.
And I'm not mad, or upset with denise about that. She was just relaying.. and I did ask her to tell me what it was (because I couldn't log in) I just didn't know it would have the affect of keeping me awake half the night conflicted.
Oh yeah... The fight.. I should talk about that.. shouldn't I?
My nephew (okay Islander family tree is fucked... you know.. goes in circles and loops and what not.. and they consider ANY cousin to be uncle in some way shape or form) .. got a job in Idaho. He works at burger king (Okay so he could have gotten the same job HERE, for the same PAY, plus better bene's... but thats beside the point) and they are taking advantage of him because he will work EVERY hour they tell him to... no matter if it conflicts with other peoples schedules.
This is where the problem arose. Earlier that week, he told everyone he got off at 8 each night, so it fell upon ME to drive into town (15 minute drive) to go pick him and Ethan up. I leave at 7:50 and he calls the house JUST as I'm pulling INTO the parking lot to tell them that they work until 9. He's been working for 9 hours prior to that and could have called at ANY time. So he comes out into the parking lot and says he's working til 9... come back later. Ethan comes out after he goes back in and says he'll get them both clocked out because it's bullshit to have to drive ALL the way home to come back and pick them up... And rude of Matt to expect us to stick around an hour doing nothing.
So we go in, sit down and have dessert at Burger king and wait. Ethan tells his boss, and his boss has no problem because of the miscommunication an says to clock out. Ethan clocks out, matt refuses. So matt makes us wait, and ethan can't clock back in and work more cause it would fuck up the hours in the book.
Matt clocks out at 9:10, and comes out wanting to go home. Oh no.. we had to come into town to BUY him stuff for school that he neglected to tell us he needed when we shopped for him the day PRIOR. He proceeds to make a stink, wanting us to buy it for him tomorrow while he's at school. (I'm saying nothing cause I'm annoyed at having to sit around bored out of my skull for over an hour) He proceeds to complain that everyone is mad at him just because he wanted to work that extra hour. Someone tells him to get in the car, I say nothing.
As I drive across the parking lot, he continues to bitch and complain about people being upset with him... (I start losing my cool and floor it through the parking lot and into a parking slot) He gets out of the car, STILL bitching about people being upset and I close my eyes... Fighting the urge. Ethan knows better than to say anything and stays in the car and my mom and matt walk towards the store.
Matthew is still bitching about people being upset with him, and it's not his fault, and blah blah blah cry me a fucking river you emo bastard.
I snap.
Now, I always look mad because it's easier just to look mad and have people NOT approach you and pester you. That an it takes less facial muscles to frown than to keep that damn smile on my face 24/7...
I think I said something, as i kicked my tire in frustration.. I can't be sure.. I wasn't thinking clearly.
"Matthew, Get your ass in that store NOW.. while your at it .. get that stick out of your ass"
He said something back, it was some lame response about not understanding why people were mad at him. Something like that.
I proceed to huff and puff in the parking lot for a moment to regain my composure and notice people are staring...
"What? What are you looking at.." I mean c'mon.. I wasn't beating him... yet.
I go inside, and people are still looking... apparently my voice carried. GREEEAT... I go and buy a couple samurai fighting movies... (Go me) and go back out to the car. I'm calm, I'm collected, I've got my Japanese girls hefting heavy katana's ... I'm good.... right?
They come back out, he gets in the car and bitches. Oh no he didn't... Yes he did... I tell him to shut up and listen to what I have to say.
I inform him that I was cool with him working the extra hour, it would have been nice if he had CALLED.. but he couldn't be assed to call early in the day while he was working to let us know. "It's not my fault" is his only response. *twitch*
I pull out of the parking lot, telling him how it is, how it will be, and how many ways from sunday I could make his life miserable... all he says is "Good, fine... whatever" Oh can I bitch slap him PLEASE?!?
I drive out of town, deep breathing, counting to 10.... That didn't work... 30 didn't do any better, 50 ... That's a laugh. I got to a 100 and floored it driving like a madman until I couldn't SEE anymore. I pulled over, I couldn't be in the car w/ him and remain calm.. I would kill him.
I told mom to drive the car back to the house, then come pick me up in a "This isnt open to negotiating and you are NOT going to make this better" kind of tone.
Then I proceeded to freeze my balls off while talking on the phone with Denise.
I get back to the house and I go to bed.
He's burned bridges.. and if he comes back and starts his shit.. I'm mailing him back to hawaii in a milk crate. An I don't care how many bones I have to shatter to fit him in that milk crate. He's done pissed me off.
Okay I said I was going to bed about an hour ago... but I can't sleep XD
Okay so my trip was uneventful until the end of it when things seemed to fall apart for me.
I think it was Saturday night I talked to denise, or was it friday night... It was the night my nephew and I got into a fight.. (I think) She let me know a few things that just kind of made me confused inside. On one hand I am glad to find that out, on the other hand I don't think I was ready to find that out. Though if I had come back online one or two people I know would have told me anyways.
And I'm not mad, or upset with denise about that. She was just relaying.. and I did ask her to tell me what it was (because I couldn't log in) I just didn't know it would have the affect of keeping me awake half the night conflicted.
Oh yeah... The fight.. I should talk about that.. shouldn't I?
My nephew (okay Islander family tree is fucked... you know.. goes in circles and loops and what not.. and they consider ANY cousin to be uncle in some way shape or form) .. got a job in Idaho. He works at burger king (Okay so he could have gotten the same job HERE, for the same PAY, plus better bene's... but thats beside the point) and they are taking advantage of him because he will work EVERY hour they tell him to... no matter if it conflicts with other peoples schedules.
This is where the problem arose. Earlier that week, he told everyone he got off at 8 each night, so it fell upon ME to drive into town (15 minute drive) to go pick him and Ethan up. I leave at 7:50 and he calls the house JUST as I'm pulling INTO the parking lot to tell them that they work until 9. He's been working for 9 hours prior to that and could have called at ANY time. So he comes out into the parking lot and says he's working til 9... come back later. Ethan comes out after he goes back in and says he'll get them both clocked out because it's bullshit to have to drive ALL the way home to come back and pick them up... And rude of Matt to expect us to stick around an hour doing nothing.
So we go in, sit down and have dessert at Burger king and wait. Ethan tells his boss, and his boss has no problem because of the miscommunication an says to clock out. Ethan clocks out, matt refuses. So matt makes us wait, and ethan can't clock back in and work more cause it would fuck up the hours in the book.
Matt clocks out at 9:10, and comes out wanting to go home. Oh no.. we had to come into town to BUY him stuff for school that he neglected to tell us he needed when we shopped for him the day PRIOR. He proceeds to make a stink, wanting us to buy it for him tomorrow while he's at school. (I'm saying nothing cause I'm annoyed at having to sit around bored out of my skull for over an hour) He proceeds to complain that everyone is mad at him just because he wanted to work that extra hour. Someone tells him to get in the car, I say nothing.
As I drive across the parking lot, he continues to bitch and complain about people being upset with him... (I start losing my cool and floor it through the parking lot and into a parking slot) He gets out of the car, STILL bitching about people being upset and I close my eyes... Fighting the urge. Ethan knows better than to say anything and stays in the car and my mom and matt walk towards the store.
Matthew is still bitching about people being upset with him, and it's not his fault, and blah blah blah cry me a fucking river you emo bastard.
I snap.
Now, I always look mad because it's easier just to look mad and have people NOT approach you and pester you. That an it takes less facial muscles to frown than to keep that damn smile on my face 24/7...
I think I said something, as i kicked my tire in frustration.. I can't be sure.. I wasn't thinking clearly.
"Matthew, Get your ass in that store NOW.. while your at it .. get that stick out of your ass"
He said something back, it was some lame response about not understanding why people were mad at him. Something like that.
I proceed to huff and puff in the parking lot for a moment to regain my composure and notice people are staring...
"What? What are you looking at.." I mean c'mon.. I wasn't beating him... yet.
I go inside, and people are still looking... apparently my voice carried. GREEEAT... I go and buy a couple samurai fighting movies... (Go me) and go back out to the car. I'm calm, I'm collected, I've got my Japanese girls hefting heavy katana's ... I'm good.... right?
They come back out, he gets in the car and bitches. Oh no he didn't... Yes he did... I tell him to shut up and listen to what I have to say.
I inform him that I was cool with him working the extra hour, it would have been nice if he had CALLED.. but he couldn't be assed to call early in the day while he was working to let us know. "It's not my fault" is his only response. *twitch*
I pull out of the parking lot, telling him how it is, how it will be, and how many ways from sunday I could make his life miserable... all he says is "Good, fine... whatever" Oh can I bitch slap him PLEASE?!?
I drive out of town, deep breathing, counting to 10.... That didn't work... 30 didn't do any better, 50 ... That's a laugh. I got to a 100 and floored it driving like a madman until I couldn't SEE anymore. I pulled over, I couldn't be in the car w/ him and remain calm.. I would kill him.
I told mom to drive the car back to the house, then come pick me up in a "This isnt open to negotiating and you are NOT going to make this better" kind of tone.
Then I proceeded to freeze my balls off while talking on the phone with Denise.
I get back to the house and I go to bed.
He's burned bridges.. and if he comes back and starts his shit.. I'm mailing him back to hawaii in a milk crate. An I don't care how many bones I have to shatter to fit him in that milk crate. He's done pissed me off.