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So she calls today, about my brother's SAT scores and starts RATTLING numbers at me, and what she should do about them, is it better than last time, blahblahblah

And apparently, replying "I'm not a walking calculator" is fucking offensive. Because you just rattled a shit ton of numbers at me, and the only way to compare them is to add them, and it is rude of me to tell you that you are moving too quickly, let me get to a pencil/paper or calculator.

Because I am in the looking for a job, I should not stay in my house, but theirs, so I can do all of their cleaning and errands and bitch work. Because we KNOW how healthy it is for me to stay there for an extended period of time. The week I did spend there was surprisingly smooth, and I am not trying to push my luck.

Because I am in the looking for a job, it is somehow MY responsibility to make sure my brother is applying/has applied/knows when to apply for college. I'm supposed to know EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING, and if not, go find it out. They have computers with internet access, so why am I responsible for doing their research?

Because she "bent over backwards" for me. I'm not saying that she didn't fund my craziness, but I certainly took care of most of my own paperwork/admissions/etc, and really only needed her for funding. And so it is rude for me to be annoyed with her for calling and rattling off numbers and demanding to know what they mean.

And of course, because I am looking for a job (my brussels sprouts smell very much so like fart... yuck), I get to get guilted. Oh she thought I'd have a job and be helping her with my brother and blah blah blah. Wait, doesn't my brother have a dad? Oh wait, he spends his time whining. (Most of it, anyway. She wonders why I don't like to ask him for anything.)

Now I am supposed to fill out financial aid forms and applications for my brother. Because she filled them out for me. (Right, if by fill out you mean harass her for made up numbers from her 8-year-unfiled taxes... such a pain! I guess I can't complain, I have no loans or anything looming over my head, other than the need to get a job.)

Another thing, while I am venting. She calls me, and then has a conversation on the side with someone. I'm not on hold, she's just talking to this other person, like she's not on the phone. Then when she *does* put me on hold, it's for quite some time. I mean, it's not like I'm paying for the phone, but still. She can call me and bitch that I'm annoyed because she flings a crapload of numbers at me, but if I were to get annoyed with her for this, I'd be a horrible person.

And again, I'm being sent to gather information. She is sitting in front of a computer same as me (ok, I'll admit that admin rules can be a bitch), but seriously.

Then she suggests the local religious school. Oy. There is NO way I can say "no, don't send him there!" other than "I think that is stifling".

Then she won't let you finish talking. I dare you to do the same to her.

Wow. so why don't you like going home often exactly again? lol/

Yea tho, sounds like you have plenty of good reasons there, that's for sure
» CPKviperpheonix on 2010-01-10 04:22:30

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