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Yes, I am going to be a brat about this.
Aug. 18th, 2003 09:40 amSo grad party is Friday right? So hair has to be cut and re-dyed either Thursday or Friday because those are mom's days off. I have to work Thursday, so Friday is better for me. Mom would prefer Friday because then she doesn't have to restyle her hair after she gets it done. Thursday afternoon doesn't work for her because she has to go shopping for the party. Thursday morning doesn't work for me because . . . well I'm working.
Mom proposed that I work an extra two hours on both Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm not doing it. I would rather just work my normal hours. Why? First, it's been getting hot in my corner of the world. The last two working days have been killers, both those days she's proposing that I be working are in the 90s, probably with high humidity as well. And what do those two measly hours add? I work from 8:00 a.m. to noon, two extra hours would extend it into the very hottest part of the day. Add to this the fact that I have to wear long pants else the thorns get to me, and that despite everything she might think, I do physical labor.
I ain't gonna do it. And I think that's my choice to make. I told her that I'd rather do it by my normal schedule because six hours is too long to spend out in the sun, to which she just said I'll just get my hair done Friday without her and walked away. I know she doesn't understand, and I accept that at least.
And of course this is after all the heartwarming things yesterday. Probably our last venture to the Gustafson playground, and our last walk with Maggie. She said something about how she didn't think it would be a huge adjustment to see me leave for college because I didn't really make myself known, but then I started spending time with them and watching TV with her. And suddenly she thinks she'll miss me. I'm a devious little bastard that way. And she told me that she thinks I'm doing it on purpose. See, how nice that is?
But I'm still holding my ground.
Over and out.
Mom proposed that I work an extra two hours on both Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm not doing it. I would rather just work my normal hours. Why? First, it's been getting hot in my corner of the world. The last two working days have been killers, both those days she's proposing that I be working are in the 90s, probably with high humidity as well. And what do those two measly hours add? I work from 8:00 a.m. to noon, two extra hours would extend it into the very hottest part of the day. Add to this the fact that I have to wear long pants else the thorns get to me, and that despite everything she might think, I do physical labor.
I ain't gonna do it. And I think that's my choice to make. I told her that I'd rather do it by my normal schedule because six hours is too long to spend out in the sun, to which she just said I'll just get my hair done Friday without her and walked away. I know she doesn't understand, and I accept that at least.
And of course this is after all the heartwarming things yesterday. Probably our last venture to the Gustafson playground, and our last walk with Maggie. She said something about how she didn't think it would be a huge adjustment to see me leave for college because I didn't really make myself known, but then I started spending time with them and watching TV with her. And suddenly she thinks she'll miss me. I'm a devious little bastard that way. And she told me that she thinks I'm doing it on purpose. See, how nice that is?
But I'm still holding my ground.
Over and out.
