I have been doing great all week, very much duck’s back-ing all the things trying to drag me down. So why is it that the second my parents get involved, my back is less duck-like and more sponge-like?
because of my student loany issues, my rent check bounced. I gave them another, they took it, then 2 days later returned it saying they can’t take a check (I actually knew that, but had forgotten, and the girl who took my check is new and still learning. I am not mad at them. Frustrated with the sitch, but whatever. Not their fault.) No problem! I can do that. It’ll be a hassle, but totally handleable. The nearest location of my credit union is at the Navy Yard. My dad works there, so I called him to see if he could get me on the campus. (He can’t, because he’s working off-campus today.) We chat a bit about budgeting and all that, and then he suggests I move. “To Texas, or somewhere where they will pay you money. You better start cleaning your room. Whoa, wouldn’t THAT suck? You have no jobs right now.” I point out that I actually have two jobs right now (this has been a recurring theme with us) and I am applying to jobs for when these two end. He grudgingly admits that that is good before asking when they end. “Oh, you’re screwed. Bye! *click*”
I know he thinks this is helpful. He does. But it is SO NOT HELPFUL. It just stresses me out and makes me cry. And they wonder why I hardly ever call unless I need something.
Lots of little things combined with this to make me a grumpus today. But! All is not lost. Thanks to the intrepid reporting of one John Scalzi, I now know about this:
My life will be incomplete until I own it. And screen it. With lots of booze. FOR THE GOOD OF THE PLANET.