RAGE
Jesus fucking christ I'm so pissed rn, at adult-taco, at Mom--practically at everyone
Mostly I'm pissed at Adult-Taco, who convenience's sake I'm gonna call Jay, because the letter of their first name is 'J', who continues to be a pushover in the face of our anxious, self-absorbed mom. I get that she, like, isn't bad, and she's definitely better than David, but Jay still tries so hard to help Mom and Mom just gives her absolutely nothing back. She's always worried about what's clean and what's not, about work and whatnot, and she can barely tell when she's running Jay and all of us into the ground.
Jay's supposed to be working right now, but I basically kept beating her on the head with an imaginary newspaper until she let me write this. I guess this is the closest I've come to fronting ever, but as a median system, she's still very much up here with me, and I can feel all her anxiety as I try to take more control to stop us from working for another two hours. Yes, I hear you, I will let you get back to your boring ass accounting work in five minutes, I promise.
Anyhow, Mom can't stand to see this work not go out, so despite the fact that we have to wake up at THREE tomorrow to get on a goddamn plane, Jay has to struggle to finish this billing run that can't go out until tomorrow anyway. We didn't even really sign up for this job!! It's Mom's client, she's just ""so busy"" she needs us to take over basically everything for this client, despite the fact that we suck at and hate bookkeeping.
I think Jay should just ditch the job, ditch Ma, get a student loan and fuck off to, I dunno, Japan. College wasn't easy for us, but I can't help but think it might be easier when we don't have to deal with all of Mom's crap.
Mostly I'm pissed at Adult-Taco, who convenience's sake I'm gonna call Jay, because the letter of their first name is 'J', who continues to be a pushover in the face of our anxious, self-absorbed mom. I get that she, like, isn't bad, and she's definitely better than David, but Jay still tries so hard to help Mom and Mom just gives her absolutely nothing back. She's always worried about what's clean and what's not, about work and whatnot, and she can barely tell when she's running Jay and all of us into the ground.
Jay's supposed to be working right now, but I basically kept beating her on the head with an imaginary newspaper until she let me write this. I guess this is the closest I've come to fronting ever, but as a median system, she's still very much up here with me, and I can feel all her anxiety as I try to take more control to stop us from working for another two hours. Yes, I hear you, I will let you get back to your boring ass accounting work in five minutes, I promise.
Anyhow, Mom can't stand to see this work not go out, so despite the fact that we have to wake up at THREE tomorrow to get on a goddamn plane, Jay has to struggle to finish this billing run that can't go out until tomorrow anyway. We didn't even really sign up for this job!! It's Mom's client, she's just ""so busy"" she needs us to take over basically everything for this client, despite the fact that we suck at and hate bookkeeping.
I think Jay should just ditch the job, ditch Ma, get a student loan and fuck off to, I dunno, Japan. College wasn't easy for us, but I can't help but think it might be easier when we don't have to deal with all of Mom's crap.
