I need to get out of this place. Hopefully I'll hear something about a possible job this week, and I can start working on getting out of here. I'll be home for a while, but it'll be winter and it won't matter.
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I've discovered that my grandmother is insane. The woman can't leave well enough alone, and she needs to bug everyone about everything.
Okay, I need to explain. When I was 12/13, we moved into the house we're in now, out of our old house (built by my dad and the rest of our family) to move in with my grandparents (for financial reasons, and whatever. It's a huge pain in the ass). Ostensibly, the house is bigger. Realistically, the rooms are all smaller, we have less storage, and the house is mired in the 1950's--No, really. It's a fucking time warp. Most of the electrical plugs have no ground prong. The walls are covered in this faux-plaster shit that makes them completely useless to put posters or other decoration up, as well as giving you bleeding knuckles if you scrape them on the wall. The carpet's a different color and thickness in every room, including the kitchen
. The kitchen is shitty, the living room/dining room is smaller than the two separate rooms we had in our old house, and basically means everything is shitty in this house. Everything leaks, drips, or otherwise is broken.
Oh, and we only use half the house. Because the other half is basically my grandma's.
My grandma. The woman needs a hobby, job, and social life. Since my grandpa died (earlier this year), she has done nothing but bother us with shit. She doesn't have a job to be at all day anymore (the place she was using to do her job closed down) and so she has plenty of time to bother us into doing things. Leaves in the yard, mowing the yard, cleaning parts of the house, blah, blah blah.
Now, I understand that she's bored. But she refuses to find something to do, that doesn't infuriate us.
There are, of course, things that cause these neuroses. My uncle is fighting off some sort of cancer (which has a bunch of effects on us, but that's a different story.) My dad is "the baby," so he feels some obligation to take care of her, when he doesn't take care of himself enough.
I understand that grandpa is gone, so she feels something missing. I understand that she doesn't have a job to keep her busy anymore. I understand that she's got problems.
I'm just sick of her doing this stuff. It's ridiculous.
Okay. some of that off my chest.
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I've discovered that my grandmother is insane. The woman can't leave well enough alone, and she needs to bug everyone about everything.
Okay, I need to explain. When I was 12/13, we moved into the house we're in now, out of our old house (built by my dad and the rest of our family) to move in with my grandparents (for financial reasons, and whatever. It's a huge pain in the ass). Ostensibly, the house is bigger. Realistically, the rooms are all smaller, we have less storage, and the house is mired in the 1950's--No, really. It's a fucking time warp. Most of the electrical plugs have no ground prong. The walls are covered in this faux-plaster shit that makes them completely useless to put posters or other decoration up, as well as giving you bleeding knuckles if you scrape them on the wall. The carpet's a different color and thickness in every room, including the kitchen
. The kitchen is shitty, the living room/dining room is smaller than the two separate rooms we had in our old house, and basically means everything is shitty in this house. Everything leaks, drips, or otherwise is broken.
Oh, and we only use half the house. Because the other half is basically my grandma's.
My grandma. The woman needs a hobby, job, and social life. Since my grandpa died (earlier this year), she has done nothing but bother us with shit. She doesn't have a job to be at all day anymore (the place she was using to do her job closed down) and so she has plenty of time to bother us into doing things. Leaves in the yard, mowing the yard, cleaning parts of the house, blah, blah blah.
Now, I understand that she's bored. But she refuses to find something to do, that doesn't infuriate us.
There are, of course, things that cause these neuroses. My uncle is fighting off some sort of cancer (which has a bunch of effects on us, but that's a different story.) My dad is "the baby," so he feels some obligation to take care of her, when he doesn't take care of himself enough.
I understand that grandpa is gone, so she feels something missing. I understand that she doesn't have a job to keep her busy anymore. I understand that she's got problems.
I'm just sick of her doing this stuff. It's ridiculous.
Okay. some of that off my chest.