I’ve tried to type this thread 3 times and can’t do it in detail without typing my life story.
The short and sweet:
Yesterday, I agreed to help my dad put cameras in for a family friend at noon today, the friend is embarrassed about why they need cameras and ask my dad to do it alone, for as few people as possible to know why they need cameras.
This change happens at 6 am this morning, I get a call, asking for me to bring the cameras 40 minutes to my parents, I agree, it takes me an hour to get ready, eat, and take care of my dogs, I get a phone call from my stepmom furious that I’m not there yet, and not to come.
They drive here to get the cameras, and they’re trying to chew me out, and I just refuse to care about what they’ve decided to be recreationally mad at this morning.
Now the drama gossip that’s going to go around the family for all the women to be superficially mad at me for is that I’m a lazy layabout that’s dragging my feet and not helping my father, because apparently I was expected to get out of bed slide into flip flops and drive cameras to my father in my boxers the instant I was called at 6 am.
I hope this doesn’t effect the amount of Carhartt T-Shirts I get for Christmas, they’re all I get that I give a shit about, and the front pocket is very convenient for when I’m at work.