dispatch from the glass box
Saturday, 21 November 2009 16:45![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melayneseahawkAm pissed because today's matinee was cancelled, but not until I was already here. So, I've been sitting in the box office since 1pm, then they let me out to have dinner with the cast at 5 and we have another show at 8pm. Honestly, I can't say I'd have accomplished any more if I'd been at home, but at least then I'd have free access to a bathroom. :(
I'm kind of amazed that it's already less than a week until Thanksgiving. Where does the time go? Thanksgiving, btw, is going to suck; Mom's inviting the neighbors over again, which means very little food I eat plus the extreme discomfort of trying to talk to people with whom I have absolutely nothing in common. But, of course, I'm not allowed to skip out to work at a soup kitchen or something because Thanksgiving is a family event (then why are we having it with the neighbors?) and I have no right to tell my mother who she can or can't be friends with. It's weird; Dad treats me with kid gloves when he thinks I'm in a situation that might upset me, Mom seems to like pushing me until I break down in tears. So much for maternal instinct.
(They're both driving me crazy. I've been trying to treat the situation as three adult roommates sharing a house, but at this point housework only gets done when I do it and I'm partially or solely responsible for making dinner most nights. Yes, I understand that they both have full-time jobs, but it's not like I'm spending my time sitting around scratching my ass.)
Wow, that was much more ranty than I'd thought it would be...
I'm kind of amazed that it's already less than a week until Thanksgiving. Where does the time go? Thanksgiving, btw, is going to suck; Mom's inviting the neighbors over again, which means very little food I eat plus the extreme discomfort of trying to talk to people with whom I have absolutely nothing in common. But, of course, I'm not allowed to skip out to work at a soup kitchen or something because Thanksgiving is a family event (then why are we having it with the neighbors?) and I have no right to tell my mother who she can or can't be friends with. It's weird; Dad treats me with kid gloves when he thinks I'm in a situation that might upset me, Mom seems to like pushing me until I break down in tears. So much for maternal instinct.
(They're both driving me crazy. I've been trying to treat the situation as three adult roommates sharing a house, but at this point housework only gets done when I do it and I'm partially or solely responsible for making dinner most nights. Yes, I understand that they both have full-time jobs, but it's not like I'm spending my time sitting around scratching my ass.)
Wow, that was much more ranty than I'd thought it would be...
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