Let Me Guide You

And I am terrified. I knew this situation was all sounding too easy. Then again, I may be freaking out about my chickens before they hatch. I just don't know. But in the past two days, I've heard three things that lead me to think this will not be a smooth ride.

Conversation 1, between me and my mom in the car:

Mom: So, what's Matt going to do for food while he's here?

Me: I'm going to take him grocery shopping when he gets here tomorrow. He said he'd like to buy us some things too, so you might want to make a short list.

Mom: Hmm.

*Meanwhile, I'm thinking about how broke I know Matt is, and how his buying groceries for us could impact the speed at which he is able to move out. PS-- My parents have two major pet peeves in life: people using their computer, and people going in our fridge. I must remember to tell Matt these things.*

Conversation 2, between me and Matt on the phone:

Matt: So I have a question, it's kind of a funny one.

Me: Ok... what's up?

Matt: Well, did I tell you about the bus job?

Me: Bus job?

Matt: Yeah, working on buses, you know, for King County. I'd make like $15 an hour.

Me: (thinking that this is not the job he told me about) No, you didn't tell me about it.

Matt: Well, [the owner of the garage I thought I was going to work for] told me he doesn't have a position anymore. So, I'm going to interview with Metro, but I wanted to kow if you knew of any other jobs in Seattle. I want to make sure I'm covered, just in case.

*Shit. Shit. The only reason I felt ok asking if he could stay with us is I thought he would have a job right away. I knew I shouldn't have believed him. This is the guy, after all, that was trying to sell educational books door-to-door.*

Coversation 3, between my dad and my brother, overheard by me:

Dad: So, buddy, we're going to be having a friend stay at our house for a couple of days. His name is Matt.

Brother: [grunt].

*Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I told my mom he would be with us for a couple of weeks!!! Did this message fail to get relayed properly to my dad? or is he just simplifying the information for my brother's sake?? AHHH!!!! I don't want to have to kick Matt out!*

If this were just my house, I wouldn't care how long Matt stayed, or whether he ate my food, or touched my stuff. Actually, I probably would, but it would be easier to set boundaries because it would just be the two of us. But he's staying in my family's house, which means I'm going to have to confront him on behalf of three other people and everyone is going to get pissed at ME!

Am I paranoid? Yes, probably. Am I still right? Definately.