Yes, this is going to be a growl (and we're not Sunday yet).
Sorry about that; you know the drill: feel free to skip the post.
First, I'm sorry to be so silent, but between my jobs, our trying to launch our company, my back playing tricks on me (yes, again), and the bronchitis of the year, I didn't post last month.
Why do I post today? Because I need to vent. Because I always do what needs to be done at work, but I just got lectured by relatives who do fuck all all day, and who feel entitled to lecture me.
Last night, I got home an hour later than usual because traffic was hell and I had to take another route home (incidentally, having to wait for a bus in the cold for twenty-five minutes). Like a good, well-trained idiot, I checked that my relatives were okay, and I mentioned that I was planning to send an update to school about a student who should have been in class but wasn't (I don't even have to do it; it's just me being nice and keeping the admins posted).
I was frozen, knackered, and my back was properly killing me. For once - for once - I went to bed early.
And today, my relatives, who usually forget everyfuckingthing about my life, asked if I sent the e-mail, and I said "no", because it's the truth.
And I heard, 'Ah! I just knew you wouldn't do it!' (clearly implying that it is customary to see me drop the ball).
I barked that I went to bed because I was properly exhausted, and they did hear that I was pissed off.
As usual, they phoned back a few minutes later, to merrily talk about something totally irrelevant, and allegedly fluffy to try and make me forget that they'd just behaved like wankers.
<insert snort here> I know all their manipulative tricks...
Today, Scotland (bless them!) unanimously voted to protect victims of physical and psychological abuse. When can we start doing this with relatives DNA-related nightmares?
2 comments:
how sad for you and how I wish I could help, what I will do is tell a silly over heard story, I was pootering about at work when 2 senior pupils were having a discussion about matricide and regicide when one asks the other what is it if you kill your sister, with out missing a beat the other said 'murder' which made me smile inside as they thought talking out loud in a public space meant no one heard them. half an hour later they stopped me to ask something inane, which I finished with 'oh and killing your sister is murder!' and walked away leaving one open mouthed and the other laughing so hard they fell out of their chair! strangely next time they spent the time studying and not chatting. :-) but sadly the killing of any family member is murder! could you not write about it instead? give them to the bunnies?
Thanks for sharing this awesome story (I can just picture their reactions in my head! ^_^), and thank you for being here and talking to me. It means the world. *hugs*
I do recycle my DNA nightmares into plot bunnies, and in real life, I've taken to lying to them - I "just" have to remember to do it all the time with them. Honesty doesn't work with that lot... alas. ô.O
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