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Jan. 31st, 2010 07:17 pmFew things make me as ragey and stabbity as hypocrisy and irresponsibility rolled together.
Tiny bit of backstory, for those few who may not have heard yet. My stepmom is a hoarder. And a compulsive shopper. The two seem to go together rather often. But she's constantly getting stuff through the mail.
So anyway, earlier this evening, I happened to overhear my stepmom on the phone with some friend of her and my dad, complaining about how dire their financial situation is, and how bad their credit is, because of the situation with my grandparents' estate (loooooong story), and the fact that they're more or less bankrolling both of my sisters' households. Long story short, the old people own both sisters' houses, and the sisters and their hubbies are supposed to pay the mortgages. Except one husband is a small business owner whose business has seen a fairly dramatic slump (surprise), and the other is recently graduated from an IT program and starting out his own IT consulting company, so they haven't been exactly prompt with their payments.
So, not too out of line for the old lady to be whinging, no? No. You see, their finances wouldn't be anywhere near as bad if they didn't eat out at least twice a week (usually to the tune of a minimum of $50 each time), take friends of theirs out to expensive dinners at least once a month, and take their grandkids out to Chuck E. Cheese at least once a month. And did I mention their 4 cars? One of which is a Corvette that they've probably sunk well over $4000 into in repairs over the last year.
And then there's the fucking mail order crap. Every week another goddamn box of crap arrives from some damn catalog or another. Every day there's at least 2 more catalogs in the mail.
And not 2 minutes after she got off the phone from bitching about how they had no money, the old sow was sitting there, browsing through yet another motherfucking mail order catalog.
I'm eating cheap garbage food because it's all I can afford, driving my blood pressure through the roof, not to mention my cholesterol, and they have the fucking nerve to pull this kind of shit. It makes me wanna do baaaaad things, man.
Tiny bit of backstory, for those few who may not have heard yet. My stepmom is a hoarder. And a compulsive shopper. The two seem to go together rather often. But she's constantly getting stuff through the mail.
So anyway, earlier this evening, I happened to overhear my stepmom on the phone with some friend of her and my dad, complaining about how dire their financial situation is, and how bad their credit is, because of the situation with my grandparents' estate (loooooong story), and the fact that they're more or less bankrolling both of my sisters' households. Long story short, the old people own both sisters' houses, and the sisters and their hubbies are supposed to pay the mortgages. Except one husband is a small business owner whose business has seen a fairly dramatic slump (surprise), and the other is recently graduated from an IT program and starting out his own IT consulting company, so they haven't been exactly prompt with their payments.
So, not too out of line for the old lady to be whinging, no? No. You see, their finances wouldn't be anywhere near as bad if they didn't eat out at least twice a week (usually to the tune of a minimum of $50 each time), take friends of theirs out to expensive dinners at least once a month, and take their grandkids out to Chuck E. Cheese at least once a month. And did I mention their 4 cars? One of which is a Corvette that they've probably sunk well over $4000 into in repairs over the last year.
And then there's the fucking mail order crap. Every week another goddamn box of crap arrives from some damn catalog or another. Every day there's at least 2 more catalogs in the mail.
And not 2 minutes after she got off the phone from bitching about how they had no money, the old sow was sitting there, browsing through yet another motherfucking mail order catalog.
I'm eating cheap garbage food because it's all I can afford, driving my blood pressure through the roof, not to mention my cholesterol, and they have the fucking nerve to pull this kind of shit. It makes me wanna do baaaaad things, man.
