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demakatI am avoiding this last chapter of my accounting class. I want the windows open, but my dad, brother, and two of his friends are in the garage under me talking...and periodically starting up a drag car. Sooooo it's hard to read. If I got to the kitchen my mom will use her spidey senses to notice I am vulnerable and I must want to hang out and listen to her....again hard to read.
I made a giant cookie because sometimes fuck it you need a giant cookie. When I went to use one egg for it I noticed we have...3 eggs total (Including the one I'm about to use). Tomorrow everyone goes to work and makes breakfast. I use two eggs and my dad uses two to three. Really ruining the day for anyone who remembers the rule about when to use numbers vs their word equivalent. Whoops.
While I'm busy being annoyed that my mom can't seem to care about simple shit anymore teehee but somehow we have 10+ cooked hot italian sausages (and I can always 100% guarantee a tub of cooked green beans in the fridge. ALWAYS) and like bags of fruit and greens. No one eats this stuff, OR no one eats it but her. I finally pointed out that she tries to include my brother and I in dinner, but we've basically been feeding ourselves for every meal on our own for months now. Sure I eat chicken and (guess!) green beans if I happen to be home at the right time, but I don't hide in my room waiting to see what she'll make for dinner.
Anyhow, once I got done being a cranky poop, finished baking my giant cookie (it's delicious) and wrote down my really amazing dump everything in a pot split pea soup in my recipe notebook...I got shoes, my bag, and a grocery bag and went to the store! I got a call while I was there from my mom that she saw my car gone and am I at aldi getting eggs? Oh haha great cause she was going to go. ...really? Cause you said "well you better go get some" when I mentioned we were out of eggs. I half want to hard boil a dozen for her as well because when she does it she over boils them and they smell like ass in the fridge for days. "does anyone want a hardboiled egg" :D No. no we do not.)
The point of this wingeing is that when I see things that get used regularly anywhere. At work, at home, if I can identify it in my mind it like...pings my brain. This thing, do we need it? no/yes? and often I determine the point at which I would get a new one if I were in charge of these things. At my last job I use to order things, and yes sometimes we ran out (because someone literally took the whole drawer and ran away with all of them! WTF!? I can't plan for that!*) but for the most part we always had what we needed. I ordered the sign clips and holders, as well as the paper the system printed on (yellow means SALE!). I didn't order the little sticky flappy tags for the shelves. Guess what we were always out of!? The guy that ordered those would put in a 1k+ order for just everything at a time, and then when we were out would make another huge order with all kinds of things we didn't need cause he was just throwing things at the wall. As far as I knew we didn't have a specific dollar amount to meet for an order. It's just so frustrating to me when I can look at stuff and see options. It's like pop up video in my brain. bink bink bink hello info! Let me maintain your supplies!!!!!! BUT no one will pay someone a living wage to manage shit like that.
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In not whining I went to the craft store with one of my sister's. I got her into cross-stitch and so she is planning things for my mom's birthday. I got rainbow threat to start another string bag. I think I'm going to use the rainbow for the mesh part and then do the off white handle and border. The bag in the picture below (mug for scale) is already with my other sister who...may or maynot really use it despite wanting it. The craft sister said "Oh I didn't know it would be so small" "It's not." and then I proceeded to cram several tupperware from the drying rack into it without issue. It's lumpy then, but it holds it all no problem!
Then I got back and flopped on my bed to start doing the homework I'm actively avoiding now. The house phone rings and no one is home to pick it up. So I try to grab it and it's my dad but he already hung up. I get back to my room and my cell phone is going off. His bike broke down again, and no one else is answering can I come get him. SO I took his truck and a ramp for a 20 minute drive while my mom probably avoided fretting by mowing the lawn "Do you need help?" "no, did this last time his bike broke down too." So I go get him and I manage to have the check engine light and the ABS light come on in the truck on the way there. Ya ever want to have something go wrong with your car, I'm the light fairy. Some of my old cars had lights burn out. *~magical~*
At least when I went out to get eggs the neighbor teen was getting picked-up/dropped-off by a techno kia with the oontz happening. That's cool babies. Our yard is filled with camaros and my brother is got his drag car going in the garage, you can hear it but you don't know what's shaking the ground (it's not a camaro I assure you). As much as it's sometimes a major pain in the ass and kind of a jump scare (I know the sound of the ignition now so I do get an electric whiiir warning) it's very cool that he built it all himself.
*Yes I can and after this I did, but at the time I did not know people were so intense about needing things right the hell now all of them. I never did get the drawer back. I had backup stashes of popular items that people rarely told me we were low on, or suddenly got low.
I made a giant cookie because sometimes fuck it you need a giant cookie. When I went to use one egg for it I noticed we have...3 eggs total (Including the one I'm about to use). Tomorrow everyone goes to work and makes breakfast. I use two eggs and my dad uses two to three. Really ruining the day for anyone who remembers the rule about when to use numbers vs their word equivalent. Whoops.
While I'm busy being annoyed that my mom can't seem to care about simple shit anymore teehee but somehow we have 10+ cooked hot italian sausages (and I can always 100% guarantee a tub of cooked green beans in the fridge. ALWAYS) and like bags of fruit and greens. No one eats this stuff, OR no one eats it but her. I finally pointed out that she tries to include my brother and I in dinner, but we've basically been feeding ourselves for every meal on our own for months now. Sure I eat chicken and (guess!) green beans if I happen to be home at the right time, but I don't hide in my room waiting to see what she'll make for dinner.
Anyhow, once I got done being a cranky poop, finished baking my giant cookie (it's delicious) and wrote down my really amazing dump everything in a pot split pea soup in my recipe notebook...I got shoes, my bag, and a grocery bag and went to the store! I got a call while I was there from my mom that she saw my car gone and am I at aldi getting eggs? Oh haha great cause she was going to go. ...really? Cause you said "well you better go get some" when I mentioned we were out of eggs. I half want to hard boil a dozen for her as well because when she does it she over boils them and they smell like ass in the fridge for days. "does anyone want a hardboiled egg" :D No. no we do not.)
The point of this wingeing is that when I see things that get used regularly anywhere. At work, at home, if I can identify it in my mind it like...pings my brain. This thing, do we need it? no/yes? and often I determine the point at which I would get a new one if I were in charge of these things. At my last job I use to order things, and yes sometimes we ran out (because someone literally took the whole drawer and ran away with all of them! WTF!? I can't plan for that!*) but for the most part we always had what we needed. I ordered the sign clips and holders, as well as the paper the system printed on (yellow means SALE!). I didn't order the little sticky flappy tags for the shelves. Guess what we were always out of!? The guy that ordered those would put in a 1k+ order for just everything at a time, and then when we were out would make another huge order with all kinds of things we didn't need cause he was just throwing things at the wall. As far as I knew we didn't have a specific dollar amount to meet for an order. It's just so frustrating to me when I can look at stuff and see options. It's like pop up video in my brain. bink bink bink hello info! Let me maintain your supplies!!!!!! BUT no one will pay someone a living wage to manage shit like that.
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In not whining I went to the craft store with one of my sister's. I got her into cross-stitch and so she is planning things for my mom's birthday. I got rainbow threat to start another string bag. I think I'm going to use the rainbow for the mesh part and then do the off white handle and border. The bag in the picture below (mug for scale) is already with my other sister who...may or maynot really use it despite wanting it. The craft sister said "Oh I didn't know it would be so small" "It's not." and then I proceeded to cram several tupperware from the drying rack into it without issue. It's lumpy then, but it holds it all no problem!
Then I got back and flopped on my bed to start doing the homework I'm actively avoiding now. The house phone rings and no one is home to pick it up. So I try to grab it and it's my dad but he already hung up. I get back to my room and my cell phone is going off. His bike broke down again, and no one else is answering can I come get him. SO I took his truck and a ramp for a 20 minute drive while my mom probably avoided fretting by mowing the lawn "Do you need help?" "no, did this last time his bike broke down too." So I go get him and I manage to have the check engine light and the ABS light come on in the truck on the way there. Ya ever want to have something go wrong with your car, I'm the light fairy. Some of my old cars had lights burn out. *~magical~*
At least when I went out to get eggs the neighbor teen was getting picked-up/dropped-off by a techno kia with the oontz happening. That's cool babies. Our yard is filled with camaros and my brother is got his drag car going in the garage, you can hear it but you don't know what's shaking the ground (it's not a camaro I assure you). As much as it's sometimes a major pain in the ass and kind of a jump scare (I know the sound of the ignition now so I do get an electric whiiir warning) it's very cool that he built it all himself.
*Yes I can and after this I did, but at the time I did not know people were so intense about needing things right the hell now all of them. I never did get the drawer back. I had backup stashes of popular items that people rarely told me we were low on, or suddenly got low.
