Today's minor rant.
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katsterUp reading. I should post my thanks to alt.callahans for introducing me to that series in the first place.
It was a busy day. I tumbled out of bed about 1:30 PM (nobody'd woke me) and immediately went over to see my grandmother and my great-grandmother. After that, we sat in the lobby while my mother went to the doctor's, and then it was off to both KMart and the grocery store.
The grocery store is crowded this time of year. I hate it with a passion, because I get hyperaware of people in my space (which triggers panic attacks, I've noticed), and of course none of them are paying much attention, so the attention I have to pay to keep them from smashing carts with me is utterly painful.
My sister is a selfish twat, but what's new? At the grocery store, she decided to buy a can of pringles. All's well and good...excepts she decides to go pay in another line. Instead of either right before or right after Mom, so we can get the two shopping carts we caravaned around the store with unloaded. Then, on the way home, she decides to eat them. I mean, ignoring the fact that I was hungry too (hadn't eaten all day at that point), and the smell was driving me nuts...did she offer to share? No, of course not. Her first.
I hate being at home, I hate being interrupted in the middle of what I'm doing, and I hate having to wait until the freaking middle of the night to even have a chance to think straight. I've been doing a lot of reading, and trying to figure out how I'm going to make it through the next three weeks without doing something drastic either to myself or the parents.
*growl* That's your rant for today.
It was a busy day. I tumbled out of bed about 1:30 PM (nobody'd woke me) and immediately went over to see my grandmother and my great-grandmother. After that, we sat in the lobby while my mother went to the doctor's, and then it was off to both KMart and the grocery store.
The grocery store is crowded this time of year. I hate it with a passion, because I get hyperaware of people in my space (which triggers panic attacks, I've noticed), and of course none of them are paying much attention, so the attention I have to pay to keep them from smashing carts with me is utterly painful.
My sister is a selfish twat, but what's new? At the grocery store, she decided to buy a can of pringles. All's well and good...excepts she decides to go pay in another line. Instead of either right before or right after Mom, so we can get the two shopping carts we caravaned around the store with unloaded. Then, on the way home, she decides to eat them. I mean, ignoring the fact that I was hungry too (hadn't eaten all day at that point), and the smell was driving me nuts...did she offer to share? No, of course not. Her first.
I hate being at home, I hate being interrupted in the middle of what I'm doing, and I hate having to wait until the freaking middle of the night to even have a chance to think straight. I've been doing a lot of reading, and trying to figure out how I'm going to make it through the next three weeks without doing something drastic either to myself or the parents.
*growl* That's your rant for today.
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Date: 2002-12-24 07:36 am (UTC)Aah, see, I don't get painful, I get passive-aggressive. Step out right in front of me? I ain't stopping. Stop your cart *right* in front of me, blocking the aisle when you saw me trying to get through? *shove the cart somewhere* Clog up an entire aisle in conversation with your friends? I pick up speed and go right through. Similarly, unminded kids don't exist for me. If they're running around under my feet, I ain't watching where I'm stepping ... if they get shoved around a bit, it's their own fault.
I still hate it, though.
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Date: 2002-12-24 10:54 am (UTC)