LadyRedComet
Jul 16, 2004, 06:38 PM
Why the hell do I have to live with two of the laziest people I have ever met? Why the fuck does it have to be me? Normally I don't like to bitch like this, but I'm seriously wondering if anyone has a clue why people are so fucking slobby and lazy about it.
See, I have yet to move out of my house, so I'm still stuck living with my parents and my sister. Guess who does all the chores? If you thought I do, you're wrong. My mom and I share the chores for four people. PLUS we work more than my dad and sister put together (mom works at least 30 hours a week, I work 20. Dad is retired, sister works 3-9 hours a week).
I also have a "fake" job at a store, while my sister, who works at the local pizza hut, has a "real" job. WTF. She, and my parents, is continually holding this job over my head, and I'm baffled as to why. Is it because working in a store (btw, I work at the same store as my mom, but her job is real) isn't a "real" job? Am I not doing a "real" job because I do website inventory and maintainance? 'Scuse me. I thought working anywhere for a paycheck was a REAL JOB.
Plus, my sister is the biggest slob I have ever met. She leaves dirty dishes, cut out pattern pieces (for sewing), drawing supplies, cds, and everything else under the fucking sun strewn across the basement (basically the den/teenager hangout). She never cleans it up, then freaks out when she can't find things that I have put away. Yesterday, she flipped out because I asked her if she wanted to keep the pattern I was about to throw away (which I had been stepping on for a week and a half, and she wouldn't clean up no matter how many times I asked), because I wouldn't read the number on it to her. I was halfway across the fucking room, throwing something else away by the time she asked, and she was ten feet from the damn thing, downloading shit to the computer (which she had been doing for approximately 7 hours while I was at work). I in turn freaked out at her, demanding to know why the hell she couldn't walk 10 feet and look at the damn thing herself, and speaking of that, why the hell couldn't she pick the damn thing up or at least PRETEND to help me clean up. She looked me dead in the eyes, and told me it isn't her job to clean the basement.
WTF. She lives there, too. The mess is all her junk. She doesn't do any chores for me, but somehow I have to clean up for HER? And it's not like she does anything else, either. Like I mentioned, she was on the computer for at least 7 hours before I got mad. She was home all fucking day and it would kill her to take her dishes upstairs so they can be washed (by mom, gee...like dad, who is also home all day, could wash dishes). She probably only left the damn computer to go get her boyfriend and to take a piss.
Did I mention the fact that I need to vacuum the damn basement because I am allergic to the pine chips and guinea pig hair that get spread everywhere? Would it kill her to help me not have a terrible allergic reaction every time I go downstairs? Apparently, yes. Just like it would fucking kill her to pick up after her self, or mow the lawn once in a while, or dust.
Damn I hate lazy people. But I feel better now. Slightly.
I still have to vacuum.
See, I have yet to move out of my house, so I'm still stuck living with my parents and my sister. Guess who does all the chores? If you thought I do, you're wrong. My mom and I share the chores for four people. PLUS we work more than my dad and sister put together (mom works at least 30 hours a week, I work 20. Dad is retired, sister works 3-9 hours a week).
I also have a "fake" job at a store, while my sister, who works at the local pizza hut, has a "real" job. WTF. She, and my parents, is continually holding this job over my head, and I'm baffled as to why. Is it because working in a store (btw, I work at the same store as my mom, but her job is real) isn't a "real" job? Am I not doing a "real" job because I do website inventory and maintainance? 'Scuse me. I thought working anywhere for a paycheck was a REAL JOB.
Plus, my sister is the biggest slob I have ever met. She leaves dirty dishes, cut out pattern pieces (for sewing), drawing supplies, cds, and everything else under the fucking sun strewn across the basement (basically the den/teenager hangout). She never cleans it up, then freaks out when she can't find things that I have put away. Yesterday, she flipped out because I asked her if she wanted to keep the pattern I was about to throw away (which I had been stepping on for a week and a half, and she wouldn't clean up no matter how many times I asked), because I wouldn't read the number on it to her. I was halfway across the fucking room, throwing something else away by the time she asked, and she was ten feet from the damn thing, downloading shit to the computer (which she had been doing for approximately 7 hours while I was at work). I in turn freaked out at her, demanding to know why the hell she couldn't walk 10 feet and look at the damn thing herself, and speaking of that, why the hell couldn't she pick the damn thing up or at least PRETEND to help me clean up. She looked me dead in the eyes, and told me it isn't her job to clean the basement.
WTF. She lives there, too. The mess is all her junk. She doesn't do any chores for me, but somehow I have to clean up for HER? And it's not like she does anything else, either. Like I mentioned, she was on the computer for at least 7 hours before I got mad. She was home all fucking day and it would kill her to take her dishes upstairs so they can be washed (by mom, gee...like dad, who is also home all day, could wash dishes). She probably only left the damn computer to go get her boyfriend and to take a piss.
Did I mention the fact that I need to vacuum the damn basement because I am allergic to the pine chips and guinea pig hair that get spread everywhere? Would it kill her to help me not have a terrible allergic reaction every time I go downstairs? Apparently, yes. Just like it would fucking kill her to pick up after her self, or mow the lawn once in a while, or dust.
Damn I hate lazy people. But I feel better now. Slightly.
I still have to vacuum.