*bangs head on keyboard*
Jan. 11th, 2003 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiamatladyYou know, I hate this recurring theme. My head is starting to REALLY hurt.
Today's issue is the same one that has me looking FORWARD to working Saturdays - the Parental Unit. They all waltz in about 1PM every Saturday, and turn my happy quiet world upside down. It's the same thing that gets me during the week. I've just settles down to work, or am I thinking about cooking or something and SHE walks in. And it's "My life sucks and this is why it's your fault." at top volume. She thinks nothing of opening my deliberately shut door and bitching at me. I really think she's trying to pass on her misery to me. I've made this effort to not let her get to me, I usually tune her out.
Today's problems began with her car insurance. She's livid because her 12 month EFT is $50 higher than last year's and it's a new company and it MUST be someone's mistake. Except, after a half hour of searching for her old policy, and ranting the whole time, she finds it, compares it and THEN remembers a refund that made her payments lower. *sighs* Next up, the phone bill. Which finally has my calls to London on it. Apparently, she has some mutant form of Sprint which charges THREE DOLLARS A MINUTE! She went NUTS. I said "Oh well, You have a sucky service, I'd complain but you're not so I'll write you a check. She went on about how stupid I was for "not checking" the rates before calling. I can't begin to tell you how many times![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poetman has called me, and never once asked for reimbursement, even when I called home before returning from London (did I mention how much I'd LOVE to have NEVER returned? *sigh*) Every time she screamed, I said "Ill write you a check."
The whole point of this story - she's working herself into an ulcer of epic proportion. And it seems to be only because she's worrying about things that DO NOT concern her. And trying to take me with her, and I'm having none of it.
The solution - I REALLY need to move out. I hate this because the last time I did I simply couldn't afford it. Plus I CANNOT deal with a roommate, at least here is the Devil I know, instead of moving in with someone whose problems may make me look well-adjusted.
I just don't understand WHY she's so worried. I'll write her a check, it's my expense, I'll handle it. Yeah, maybe I should have checked, but I assumed she actually had a REAL long distance company, and not a suck ass one because she's dumb (these are opinions that I have kept to myself BTW, believe me I don't need to get into it) So I'm paying for it. Why in hell did the rant continue for 20 minutes? It's like she wanted me to burst into tears and scream about how stupid I was, and be miserable for the rest of the night. I've seen her actually smirk when one of us is miserable. Oddly enough, most of the people in the scene I don't like, resemble her. Some remind me a GREAT deal of my mother, the bad parts of her anyway. Selfish, egotistical, pompous and arrogant, only worrying about themselves, and their current "favorites'
So, my evil plot needs to include my own apartment. Must pay off bills, and start making REAL money. I have to get away from the temp agency, and start working harder, better stronger. My reward is a tiny little place of my own, where I can cook at 3 in the morning.
E-gads, my family is totally insane. the sooner I get away from them the better.
Today's issue is the same one that has me looking FORWARD to working Saturdays - the Parental Unit. They all waltz in about 1PM every Saturday, and turn my happy quiet world upside down. It's the same thing that gets me during the week. I've just settles down to work, or am I thinking about cooking or something and SHE walks in. And it's "My life sucks and this is why it's your fault." at top volume. She thinks nothing of opening my deliberately shut door and bitching at me. I really think she's trying to pass on her misery to me. I've made this effort to not let her get to me, I usually tune her out.
Today's problems began with her car insurance. She's livid because her 12 month EFT is $50 higher than last year's and it's a new company and it MUST be someone's mistake. Except, after a half hour of searching for her old policy, and ranting the whole time, she finds it, compares it and THEN remembers a refund that made her payments lower. *sighs* Next up, the phone bill. Which finally has my calls to London on it. Apparently, she has some mutant form of Sprint which charges THREE DOLLARS A MINUTE! She went NUTS. I said "Oh well, You have a sucky service, I'd complain but you're not so I'll write you a check. She went on about how stupid I was for "not checking" the rates before calling. I can't begin to tell you how many times
poetman has called me, and never once asked for reimbursement, even when I called home before returning from London (did I mention how much I'd LOVE to have NEVER returned? *sigh*) Every time she screamed, I said "Ill write you a check." The whole point of this story - she's working herself into an ulcer of epic proportion. And it seems to be only because she's worrying about things that DO NOT concern her. And trying to take me with her, and I'm having none of it.
The solution - I REALLY need to move out. I hate this because the last time I did I simply couldn't afford it. Plus I CANNOT deal with a roommate, at least here is the Devil I know, instead of moving in with someone whose problems may make me look well-adjusted.
I just don't understand WHY she's so worried. I'll write her a check, it's my expense, I'll handle it. Yeah, maybe I should have checked, but I assumed she actually had a REAL long distance company, and not a suck ass one because she's dumb (these are opinions that I have kept to myself BTW, believe me I don't need to get into it) So I'm paying for it. Why in hell did the rant continue for 20 minutes? It's like she wanted me to burst into tears and scream about how stupid I was, and be miserable for the rest of the night. I've seen her actually smirk when one of us is miserable. Oddly enough, most of the people in the scene I don't like, resemble her. Some remind me a GREAT deal of my mother, the bad parts of her anyway. Selfish, egotistical, pompous and arrogant, only worrying about themselves, and their current "favorites'
So, my evil plot needs to include my own apartment. Must pay off bills, and start making REAL money. I have to get away from the temp agency, and start working harder, better stronger. My reward is a tiny little place of my own, where I can cook at 3 in the morning.
E-gads, my family is totally insane. the sooner I get away from them the better.
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Date: 2003-01-14 11:57 pm (UTC)You do need to get out of there, but you know that already. You have my sympathy, :/
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Date: 2003-01-15 06:17 am (UTC)"Well, when do _I_ call internationally? You know, you're very stupid, you should have checked. Why didn't ou check, why aren't you admitting you're stupid? Huh? HUH? HUH!?!"
*sighs*
She's been walking on eggshells around me ever since. Fortunately, I'm uber busy work wise and won't be around much in the next few days. Sucks for me as I've come down with something.
I'm pretty pissed about the bill actually, I KNOW it's her fault for having a shitty service. She "says" she's saving money, but I really think that it's only cheap to get the service, but any calls are at some disgusting rate. We both have free long distance on our cells, so the only time I'd use the landline is to call you. Calling card, here I come *LOL*