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Nov. 8th, 2009 02:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaI AM SO FUCKING PISSED.
So. To start off with, I let her take two babysitting jobs from me, good job with good kids and good money. Because she picked up the phone and Bernadette offered them too her, whatever. And of course I drove her out, and was going to pick her up.
Juliet txts me last night asking if Andrew can do it. And I'm like 'whatever, so long as you come straight home'.
Now, I know it's hard to imagine someone who doesn't stay out till 1:30 AM, but Bernadette really doesn't. Generally she's home around 12:30/1 at the latest. So Juliet, coming straight home? I doubt it happened, because she didn't get home till 2.
And, you know, maybe Bernadette didn't get home until late, and Juliet did come straight home. Who knows.
Then I wake up this morning, come downstairs, and she's eating Ramen which *stinks* and there's a mess in the kitchen, partially left by her and partially by mom. She still hasn't cleaned the stove off, which was entirely her mess and I'm going to refuse to fucking clean.
Oh, and she drank the cold Coke I stored in the fridge. The coke that I bought last night on my own, with my bbsitting money, not that Parent's bought. She DID replace it, but fucking hell the cokes were still warm.
I cleaned up the pots, then went to get the rake because Mom wanted us to rake up the leaves in the front garden.
Which pisses me off more, because we HAVE A LEAF BLOWER, Mom. But what the fuck ever, I get the leaves out of one side of the garden and start on the other before Juliet comes out and starts raking down the yard.
And you know, I'd started to calm down, but all the PISSED just came back.
And then after we finish that up and come inside Juliet gets this text about how 'omg someone posted something about you being pregnant on facebook!' at which point Juliet goes 'DDDDDDD< HOW DARE THEY'.
Because, yeah, like, *your siblings kind of figure you've told people*. Or at least, you know, that you don't fucking care who knows. Because it's going to be a little hard to hide when you start talking about your baby!
The dog is whining about wanting to be fed, despite it being early, and I always get pissed and yell at her when this happens. I've just yelled at Juliet because 'fuck you, your sister is trying to be supportive and help and you're all 'I haven't told everyone'? THEN DON'T GET PREGNANT.'
And she tells me not to yell at the dog, just b/c I'm pissed, and if I'm so pissed I should just go somewhere else.
...yes, because you, who are pissing me off, should be allowed to control the fucking living room. I came down here because I wanted to get out of my room when I started working, and IDK, because maybe I should spend time in the same room as other people every once in a while.
...just.
Pissed.
And part of it is probably because I'm on the rag, but what the fuck ever.
So. To start off with, I let her take two babysitting jobs from me, good job with good kids and good money. Because she picked up the phone and Bernadette offered them too her, whatever. And of course I drove her out, and was going to pick her up.
Juliet txts me last night asking if Andrew can do it. And I'm like 'whatever, so long as you come straight home'.
Now, I know it's hard to imagine someone who doesn't stay out till 1:30 AM, but Bernadette really doesn't. Generally she's home around 12:30/1 at the latest. So Juliet, coming straight home? I doubt it happened, because she didn't get home till 2.
And, you know, maybe Bernadette didn't get home until late, and Juliet did come straight home. Who knows.
Then I wake up this morning, come downstairs, and she's eating Ramen which *stinks* and there's a mess in the kitchen, partially left by her and partially by mom. She still hasn't cleaned the stove off, which was entirely her mess and I'm going to refuse to fucking clean.
Oh, and she drank the cold Coke I stored in the fridge. The coke that I bought last night on my own, with my bbsitting money, not that Parent's bought. She DID replace it, but fucking hell the cokes were still warm.
I cleaned up the pots, then went to get the rake because Mom wanted us to rake up the leaves in the front garden.
Which pisses me off more, because we HAVE A LEAF BLOWER, Mom. But what the fuck ever, I get the leaves out of one side of the garden and start on the other before Juliet comes out and starts raking down the yard.
And you know, I'd started to calm down, but all the PISSED just came back.
And then after we finish that up and come inside Juliet gets this text about how 'omg someone posted something about you being pregnant on facebook!' at which point Juliet goes 'DDDDDDD< HOW DARE THEY'.
Because, yeah, like, *your siblings kind of figure you've told people*. Or at least, you know, that you don't fucking care who knows. Because it's going to be a little hard to hide when you start talking about your baby!
The dog is whining about wanting to be fed, despite it being early, and I always get pissed and yell at her when this happens. I've just yelled at Juliet because 'fuck you, your sister is trying to be supportive and help and you're all 'I haven't told everyone'? THEN DON'T GET PREGNANT.'
And she tells me not to yell at the dog, just b/c I'm pissed, and if I'm so pissed I should just go somewhere else.
...yes, because you, who are pissing me off, should be allowed to control the fucking living room. I came down here because I wanted to get out of my room when I started working, and IDK, because maybe I should spend time in the same room as other people every once in a while.
...just.
Pissed.
And part of it is probably because I'm on the rag, but what the fuck ever.
