The dog is pretty pissed off too, just to say

[mousapelli]

before I even start this story let me say that if you have any teachers in your life, the absolute worst day to fuck with them in the entire year is Back to School Night. Like, just don't do it.

so mine was tonight, whatever, so i'm trying to make my room look half decent and make the fish not smell and finish my powerpoint for the parents. It's not worth going home really in between end of school and the start of this thing so i'm supposed to go eat at about 4 with some other people and then the thing starts at 6.

7th period i finally get a chance to check my phone for the first time all day, and there's a ridiculously long text message from my father explaining that he and my mother have left for an overnight trip and that 'somebody' will have let the dog (14 year old beagle) out and stuff.

1. Somebody = me, always, because all my brothers = useless.
2. This means I have to spend the night because we all know that I will not get up an hour earlier to drive over and let the dog out and THEN go to school even on a normal day, much less after BtS, which is the most exhausting day ever.

SO MUCH DO NOT WANT. i was so angry i nearly cried in front of 8th period, because awesomely i cry when i'm angry. You cannot do this shit to me back to school night! You for sure cannot do it with NO FUCKING NOTICE. and plainly this was not last second since my mother must have taken off work weeks ago. also dinner plans now all a struggle because i have to rush over here right after school to let the dog out the first time and hope he's fine for the 7-8 hours before I am back.

so. furious. i finally got home at 11pm and then had to throw together a bag to take over to my parents', and totally did not bring anything for lunch tomorrow, and all i want in the entire world is to sleep in my own fucking bed for the 6 hours before I have to get up for school AGAIN. whyyyyyy.

it's the kind of thing where you know you aren't even going to get any satisfaction about being mean about it. Like, they can't possibly make up for the dicktastic nature of doing this to me today, so there's no point in them even trying/in talking about it. I almost sent a text message when i got home just to be like "THIS is when i'm finally getting home just so you know how much you have dicked me over today" but then i just thought, why. why even do it. Will i feel better? no. will they learn their lesson and quit doing it to me? not even a little.

also i found out tonight who my new dept chair is, and not that i would have done it even if they had appointed me, but i'm 100% bitter i didn't get to officially tell them to eat it after being unceremoniously dumped from it last year. turns out i'm still mad about that, not very deep down, go figure.

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[elij-0650.livejournal.com]

Thoughts:
Drop the dog on one of your brothers?
Put it in a kennel and parents get to pay for professional care?

You're right, whatever you do/say they won't get it.
They owe you a spectacular meal out with super treats! Send them my way if they disagree.

And sympathies on BtS. Hope this year gives you better things at work.
I am hoping I have a job at the end of next year. Restructuring going down at my place of work. oh joy

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

there's totally zero chance any of my brothers will spend the night there with the dog, and he's 14 so he's too old for the kennel really, not that they'd put him in there for just one night anyway. I'm assuming that they just decided it was easier not to ask earlier, since I would have said no, when instead this way they neither have to have a face to face confrontation about it nor try and talk somebody else into doing it.

My start of school has been pretty tame, so honestly I can't complain on that front. It's a huge relief to just be in the HS this year, since the jr high was causing really all of my problems last year.

Good luck. we furloughed so many people in my building last year, and the process and aftermath is almost worse than being let go yourself.

[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry. I can't even think of comforting icons. My kid made a plushie Hulk this summer. Would you like me to send him over to SMASH?

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

lol that's hilarious. I very much want plushie hulk to smash something.

[meupatdoes.livejournal.com]

The last most recent all out war with my parents occurred when they were coming up to visit Buffalo and after 5 hours in the car driving they called me to say they were two hours out ask me if I knew whether the hotel they are staying at took dogs.

I was like, "Nnnnoooo I do not know, why would I know this."

And they said, "Well, if you must stand on principle WE can call and ask."

And I was like, "Perchance this contemplated phonecall should have been undertaken BEFORE YOU LEFT."

And they said, "Well if they won't take her you can just have her at your place."

And I said, "NO, IN FACT NO I CANNOT. I have my three, plus a foster dog, plus a ginormous black lab I am babysitting for the holiday weekend which is a menace at the end of a the leash so a sixth would really be a bit much."

And they said, "How are we supposed to know you have extra dogs?"

And I said, "I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE BY ASKING ME ABOUT DOGSITTING FOR YOU IN ADVANCE."


They then wondered aloud why we couldn't just communicate.
No seriously.


Also, in entirely unrelated news, I was thinking of you today because I was wondering: sic placitum = "it is thus decreed," yes? And is that what Caesar kept writing in his accounts of the Gallic wars? There was some shit to that effect he kept repeating over and over.

And additionally I was thinking of you yesterday randomly recalling while driving around the time in the Common Ground where I said, "Yeeah, her personality could use a little tweaking." No idea why that popped into my head or even who we were discussing.