Monday, July 23, 2007

Irresponsible

The grinding of my gears.
You know what gets me? Being called irresponsible. Well, beyond that. Being called irresponsible by the same people who just asked I pick up their son from school because the daddy (also know as my fat, lazy, retarded brother) scheduled his college (community college) class during the time he's supposed to be picking up my nephew.

This kind of confuses me in a way.

Here's the scope:
Last year I was left off the list to pick him up (yes, at his school they have a list and you have to show some I.D.) because he and his wife thought I was 'too irresponsible' to handle the job. Well, needless to say I ended up on more than on occasion dropping what I was doing only to come home, pick up someone on the list, drive to the school, pick up my nephew, drive home, and then be merrily on my way back to whatever was interrupted.
What prompted the irresponsibility, you ask? I disappear every once and a while. Yeah. There. I said it. I leave this place I call home and stay with a MAN. Yes. A thing with a penis. And I get the stress boned right out of me. Then I sleep, cuddle, and all that mushy shit, and come home. In fact, it was after one such excursions that I heard "Well, they decided to leave you off the list because you're irresponsible."

Last time I checked I've brought my college GPA up from a 2.3 to a 2.7. It isn't anything to write home about, but I did screw up a lot a few years ago and I'm trying my damnedest to make it better. And I'm doing it.

Last time I checked, I had a driver's license. Yes, with this great innovation of modern man I do the grocery shopping, spend more time at the library than should be allowed for cruel and unusual punishment, and make midnight runs for bread.

Last time I checked when I got my student loan and grant money, I sat down and budgeted my expenses, being very careful to be sure I had money to pay bills (I have credit cards) in between checks. I've yet to miss a payment or be negative in my bank account.

Last time I checked, I volunteered to do basic accounting work for a group of people that owe me nothing, and to whom I owe my life. I've not missed a payment, set their banking account into the negative, or been off in their books even once.

But somehow, because I choose to spend the night off with some man friend every once and a while, one of the few joys in my life. I'm.Fucking.Irresponsible.

Now, they want me to pick him up this next year. In the midst of taking my own nine hours at college, god knows how many more hours at the library, and keeping up my accounting work, among other things (yes, there's more).

I said no. I said no because taking care of these children isn't my responsibility. They're right. I'm irresponsible. I'm irresponsible because it isn't my responsibility. I haven't put off getting my driver's license, even though I have two children and it's completely retarded not to have it. I didn't schedule my classes (which, ACC is really flexible with scheduling) in conflict with my child's school. I didn't jerk off and waste away my tax refund on an HDTV instead of equipping my wife with a drivers license. I don't sit on my ass all day and play video games in my parents garage instead of out working supporting my family.

And somehow, I still get looked at like I'm the fucking irresponsible one. Fuck them. My sister-in-law can take the bus. I work too hard for this shit.

1 mindless chatters:

Anonymous said...

You want me to tell her to suck it for you!
That really sucks.
I'm sorry.

*hugs*