Waited tables at lunch today, and everything went wrong. A task that usually takes 3 minutes took over 30. I cut my fingers 3 times rolling silverware - at the cuticle area. Ouch! Another server accidentally took two of my tables. The manager continuously forgot to help me with my tables when needed for discounts, etc. I was late because, even though it wasn't raining yet, everyone in front of me was driving 5-10 miles below the speed limit. And most of my tables were really nice, older people who think 10% is a darn good tip. Needless to say, I didn't bring a big haul home, even though I worked my ass off.
It's raining. When I got home, Mom was using the garage, though she knows my windshield leaks. Whatever. I just want to take of my shoes, check my email, and get some work done online. I'm on the job hunt, which is not going well.
She's on the computer. Of course. I tell her I can wait until she's done to, you know, work. She starts sharing the "interesting" things she's reading online about new flower colors and facts about blooming seasons. Really? Not only am I annoyed that you're wasting my hour and a half off from work by taking my computer time, but you're doubling the wasted time by reading me this crap? That's more important?! (I say as I use the time to blog..... what a brat I am.)
Living with Mom is an experience. First of all, she's working really hard to fix up her house to live in, her old house to sell, and now grandma's house for sale as well. Plus she has rosary group, church, prayer group, dance class, walking buddies, her husband living an hour and a half away, etc. The woman is a busy lady.
HOWEVER, I'm annoyed. We're not the best roommates. All those little idiosyncrasies that bugged me as a teenager are back - and there's more. She's incredibly sloppy, doesn't clean up after herself in the kitchen, leaves hair all over the sink and tub, leaves TWO measly pieces of toilet paper on the roll, when the reserve is out of reach from the toilet. She talks with her mouth full of food CONstantly, then picks the food out of her teeth with her fingernail, and sucks it off. Loudly. Even when she's not talking, she chews with her mouth open, so I get to hear all of her food being chewed. She leaves used tissues and used paper towels all over the house. She walks around the house in her "pajamas," which consist of a t-shirt and nothing else. She sits, cross-legged, on the chairs and couch in these pajamas, and I'm finding little hairs on them. STOP! Last night she was a little chilly after she went to bed at 1am. Instead of, I don't know, grabbing an extra blanket or putting on some pants, she turned the thermostat up to 75. Seventy-Five! I nearly sweated into oblivion.
Clearly, none of these things are very important, but added up they are driving me nutso. I'm ready to scream, especially after today's lunch hour. This would obviously do more harm than good, so I'll grit my teeth, put on a smile, and go back in for my dinner shift.
Gah.
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