Another fun evening in the Shadowfire household.
So, Dad invited a woman who wants to be a business partner to come over yesterday afternoon. With the time she was scheduled to come over, I assumed I'd be making dinner for four. Mom assured me that probably wouldn't be necessary, asking me who in their right mind would want to spend two hours talking business with my dad.
So I trusted her. This person, who shall remain nameless, came over right on schedule. I sat in the living room with my parents for about half an hour, listening to her pitch to make my dad a silent partner while she handles all the financial decisions he's been flubbing recently. About the time my dad offered an alternate pitch of making her CEO of our company, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
When Dad got up to go grab something to eat because he was feeling weak, I excused myself under the pretense of making sure he wasn't getting into the turkey I had diced earlier for our casserole. He indeed had not, and was instead eating a cup of Too Good™ yogurt (so named because it has only two grams of carbohydrates per cup). However, since it was now 4:30, and I wanted to get the ball rolling, I started boiling water on the stove top. He went back into the living room to continue the discussion.
Cut to half an hour later. Turkey casserole was ready. The conversation was showing no sign of slowing down. I briefly considered walking in and asking this woman if she would be having dinner with us, but in spite of what y'all have seen of me here, I actually have a fear of confrontation.
So I put the casserole on warm, sat on my phone for a bit, then, noticing that my incredibly unreliable phone battery was being unreliable again (incredibly), I shut it off and settled for my second favorite way of passing the time. Mario Kart 8 on my switch to the tune of my angry mix on Amazon music. Which is fine when I'm not losing, but battle mode was not kind to me, and I was getting angrier and angrier.
5:00 came and went. Around 5:30, I got so bored I took my Bluetooth speaker from the game room where I was sitting, walked it into the kitchen, and put it in the cupboard under the oven, turned on. Then I turned my phone back on, paired it to the speaker, and started playing angry cat noises on YouTube.
That got no reaction, and my phone was losing charge again, so I stopped. Went back to angry Mario Kart. Then I realized I'd forgotten I had my phone paired to the speaker when my 6:00 p.m. alarm went off. Whoops. Oh well.
7:00 p.m., and I was having dissociative daydreams of taking the casserole I'd made, taking it off warm, and throwing it into the woods, dish and all. Instead, I decided to go for a drive. I had gotten a Walmart notification saying in order was ready, so I went and picked it up. That killed a bit of time.
When I got back, they were still showing no signs of slowing down. It was 7:30, and I couldn't stand it. So, back to more angry Mario Kart. I was still losing terribly, and naturally, my Switch chose that opportunity to have a weird moment where it failed to recognize my controllers for a second. Yeah. Not great. I went a little nuts there, almost broke it.
So then I started watching YouTube videos on my PlayStation, which was how I was getting music anyway for my Switch. Before I knew it, 8:00 had come and gone, and she was still here. Dad didn't let her leave the house until 8:30.
Mom came in as I was coming back in to check to see what was going on, and asked if I had at least fed the dog and the cat.
No. Of course not. Because I was too busy feeling sorry for myself and getting angry.
So now, not only did I feel frustrated as hell for not having dinner (and my accompanying insulin) on time, I felt like sһit for neglecting my fluffy friends. And on top of that, Mom mentioned that I could have simply eaten my third of the casserole while they were busy in the other room.
Why that didn't occur to me, I don't know.
So there it is. A stuріԁ day with stuріԁ things happening to an іԁіоt.
So I trusted her. This person, who shall remain nameless, came over right on schedule. I sat in the living room with my parents for about half an hour, listening to her pitch to make my dad a silent partner while she handles all the financial decisions he's been flubbing recently. About the time my dad offered an alternate pitch of making her CEO of our company, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
When Dad got up to go grab something to eat because he was feeling weak, I excused myself under the pretense of making sure he wasn't getting into the turkey I had diced earlier for our casserole. He indeed had not, and was instead eating a cup of Too Good™ yogurt (so named because it has only two grams of carbohydrates per cup). However, since it was now 4:30, and I wanted to get the ball rolling, I started boiling water on the stove top. He went back into the living room to continue the discussion.
Cut to half an hour later. Turkey casserole was ready. The conversation was showing no sign of slowing down. I briefly considered walking in and asking this woman if she would be having dinner with us, but in spite of what y'all have seen of me here, I actually have a fear of confrontation.
So I put the casserole on warm, sat on my phone for a bit, then, noticing that my incredibly unreliable phone battery was being unreliable again (incredibly), I shut it off and settled for my second favorite way of passing the time. Mario Kart 8 on my switch to the tune of my angry mix on Amazon music. Which is fine when I'm not losing, but battle mode was not kind to me, and I was getting angrier and angrier.
5:00 came and went. Around 5:30, I got so bored I took my Bluetooth speaker from the game room where I was sitting, walked it into the kitchen, and put it in the cupboard under the oven, turned on. Then I turned my phone back on, paired it to the speaker, and started playing angry cat noises on YouTube.
That got no reaction, and my phone was losing charge again, so I stopped. Went back to angry Mario Kart. Then I realized I'd forgotten I had my phone paired to the speaker when my 6:00 p.m. alarm went off. Whoops. Oh well.
7:00 p.m., and I was having dissociative daydreams of taking the casserole I'd made, taking it off warm, and throwing it into the woods, dish and all. Instead, I decided to go for a drive. I had gotten a Walmart notification saying in order was ready, so I went and picked it up. That killed a bit of time.
When I got back, they were still showing no signs of slowing down. It was 7:30, and I couldn't stand it. So, back to more angry Mario Kart. I was still losing terribly, and naturally, my Switch chose that opportunity to have a weird moment where it failed to recognize my controllers for a second. Yeah. Not great. I went a little nuts there, almost broke it.
So then I started watching YouTube videos on my PlayStation, which was how I was getting music anyway for my Switch. Before I knew it, 8:00 had come and gone, and she was still here. Dad didn't let her leave the house until 8:30.
Mom came in as I was coming back in to check to see what was going on, and asked if I had at least fed the dog and the cat.
No. Of course not. Because I was too busy feeling sorry for myself and getting angry.
So now, not only did I feel frustrated as hell for not having dinner (and my accompanying insulin) on time, I felt like sһit for neglecting my fluffy friends. And on top of that, Mom mentioned that I could have simply eaten my third of the casserole while they were busy in the other room.
Why that didn't occur to me, I don't know.
So there it is. A stuріԁ day with stuріԁ things happening to an іԁіоt.
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