The annoying things about Minnesota/my living situation in Minnesota are becoming apparent at this point.
A) My room is right near the catbox, and because of the way the door is made the stench of it wafts in forever, and the man in charge of cleaning the box cleans it maybe once a week. So every time I need to get to the room I get to stare at cat shit, and the place reeks eternally of cat shit.
B) The lack of pots and pans in this house -- really of homemaking supplies in general. We had to BUY a duster so I could do something about the inch of dust on everything. My sister seems to be fond of trinkets and frilly lace curtains, but she won't dust any of them so everything is just coated in filth. The pans thing is an issue because there's basically enough pots and pans to cook one meal, so if they don't get washed immediately you can't do anything else till they are; and there are lots of basic pan types that they don't seem to have. Like I wanted to fry a couple of eggs and all they had when I asked for a frying pan was a gigantic skillet pan.
C) Small kid. She's quiet enough, but I really don't want her running up and kissing me, especially since her face is completely slathered in chocolate most of the time.
D) Cannot walk to anything useful (there's a gas station and a Subway restaurant I can walk to); and the buses are too expensive, and too lengthy to use just for doing something like exploring or going out for fun. (Basically, getting to anything at all is a 90 minute bus ride, minimum.)
E) This last issue makes my hopes of increasing my theater or occult linkages rather futile because I can't actually go anywhere. It also limits the job possibilities even more, because I can't take low-paying part-time jobs if they're far from the house, since the time/cost would make them unreasonable.
So really I don't think I'm going to be at all bettered by living here; but at least it's a little better than living in Bernalillo in my grandma's single-wide.
A) My room is right near the catbox, and because of the way the door is made the stench of it wafts in forever, and the man in charge of cleaning the box cleans it maybe once a week. So every time I need to get to the room I get to stare at cat shit, and the place reeks eternally of cat shit.
B) The lack of pots and pans in this house -- really of homemaking supplies in general. We had to BUY a duster so I could do something about the inch of dust on everything. My sister seems to be fond of trinkets and frilly lace curtains, but she won't dust any of them so everything is just coated in filth. The pans thing is an issue because there's basically enough pots and pans to cook one meal, so if they don't get washed immediately you can't do anything else till they are; and there are lots of basic pan types that they don't seem to have. Like I wanted to fry a couple of eggs and all they had when I asked for a frying pan was a gigantic skillet pan.
C) Small kid. She's quiet enough, but I really don't want her running up and kissing me, especially since her face is completely slathered in chocolate most of the time.
D) Cannot walk to anything useful (there's a gas station and a Subway restaurant I can walk to); and the buses are too expensive, and too lengthy to use just for doing something like exploring or going out for fun. (Basically, getting to anything at all is a 90 minute bus ride, minimum.)
E) This last issue makes my hopes of increasing my theater or occult linkages rather futile because I can't actually go anywhere. It also limits the job possibilities even more, because I can't take low-paying part-time jobs if they're far from the house, since the time/cost would make them unreasonable.
So really I don't think I'm going to be at all bettered by living here; but at least it's a little better than living in Bernalillo in my grandma's single-wide.
meowmers:
Hey, I found your Gibson video on a forum and I just wanted to say....that your slightest tinge of sarcasm was hilarious. I loved it.