Cracker crumbs in bed

Not that I'm an obsessive person but I try to keep my world clean and organized.  Maybe it's a part of getting older or it's my parents habits coming back to haunt me, I don't know.  What I do know is that when I'm paying the bills, cooking the meals, looking after and making arrangements for your child and having to clean up after you, I am soon to get pissed off.  When all one does is go to work, sleep and socialize it is easy to see where my frustration arrises from.

I did hear that the anointed one is seeking a new job.  One that is guaranteed to be forty hours a week on a set pay.  The issue is that one of these positions is working for a paving company and the other is working a night shift.  The first is going to be extremely hot, sweaty work.  Both of which the party in question is completely adverse too.  The second is the night shift which is why they are looking for a new job in the first place.  The thought that you have to work your way up from the bottom appears to be a new concept to this generation.

We had to work many crappy jobs, lousy shifts, weekends, nights, etc. just to get where we are now.  The idea that they should have to do this at an entry level wage is "not fair", what ever that is.  I just love it when I hear how hard it is or how tired they are because they had to work all night and only got five to six hours of sleep.  We have done this for years, having to take care of them and their siblings.  Now that the worm has turned it appears this is not the life they were promised.  I must have missed that meeting!

"Where this all ends, I can't fathom my friends"(1) I just know this cannot go on much longer.  I told the spouse that it's been six months of living this way and doodoo head is now deciding that they can't make a living doing the "fun" stuff.  I was told at least the lights appear to be going on.  My thoughts are more along the lines of six wasted months, me paying for everything and how much longer of putting up with cracker crumbs.

Anyway, this coming month appears to be a complete washout as I have to spend it jumping through hoops, over hurdles and attempting it all with a smile.  The move to my paradise will not get here soon enough.  So it's off to find the dust pan and broom, I've mountains of crumbs to clean up...

Feedback....

If you have read this blog and it resonates with you, please leave a comment and/or tell a friend about it.  I know that I can't be the only one in the world dealing with a tick in the family.

Each day I put behind me means I am two days closer to paradise.  It's called mental math, which is a nice way to get through each day ahead of the game.  Whether it's the sweet little sisters or the tick with another turd it all ends with me in another country drinking something made with rum.

Short but sweet, good night to one and all....

When your boomerangs on the roof...

When the tick finally returned to the "crash" last night/this morning it was the same old crap.  Shoes left in the middle of the floor, dining chair against the wall and bowls left in the sink.  I am so tired of this I could literally scream.  But the good news (for me anyway) is that I plan on living my life just as if the tick was not here.  That means cleaning and vacuuming on my days off while I have the time so I can do nothing later.

I figure that as long as its comfortable here, nothing will change.  When it gets to be hard to sleep or not having meals ready, then the message will be understood.  Anyway, I have miles to go before I sleep.

I thought about the old problem with boomerangs when I was a kid.  You threw the thing several times and invariably it would land on someones roof.  Since we did not own a tall ladder in those days, it stayed on the roof until the sun damaged it or a storm blew it off.  Usually it had been on the roof too long and was virtually destroyed by the elements by then.  As the parent of a boomerang child I can say that I'm ready to throw them on the roof.  The message has not been understood and so far as I am concerned it is time for them to deal with the elements.

The mom unit admitted that her "helping" up to this point has done nothing more than enable the tick to do what has been done in the past.  Instead of learning from past mistakes, correcting and moving into positive territory, the tick has retreated into the old familiar ground.  Having fun now and worrying about bills, car, apartment/house, etc., later...much later.  So now I need to figure out do I cut my loses by kicking them out.  Give them the vehicle they now drive (the one we paid for and they have not) and count the loan as a one time gift and move on.  It is beginning to sound much better than prolonging the agony, suffering and expense of having them here.

To all of you who read this and have children, be smart and heed this advice.  DO NOT give your children things in order to make it easier for them.  They need to learn to do without or what it takes to get the things that make life easier.  All that has been done thus far for ours has done nothing but make them lazy.  The old adage about the best cure for blisters is so very true.  It goes something like this "the best cure for blisters are callouses".  The young adults of today want us to purchase new gloves for them so they will not get blisters or have rough calloused hands.  On top of this they don't have time to do the work right now because they have plans to do something fun.

The Mouse Roars

Yesterday afternoon, unbeknownst to me the tick asked for a twenty dollar loan to purchase gas.  This set the mom unit off.  She wrote down some notes then typed out a letter detailing her feelings.  The funny thing is that I have mentioned several key points in her letter multiple times over the past several months.

One point in the letter that I have suspected to be true is that the tick has not saved or paid down/off the debt(s) owed to many.  As I told my therapist, I believe the tick to be a sociopath.  A lack of thought and/or feelings for others seems to be present.  Most of the emotions seen are mimicked in the hopes of masking the underlying reality.  The statement made by the tick the other day offers a little insight to this.  They stated that they really liked both jobs because they were fun.  Not that they were fulfilling or allowed them to earn enough money to pay everyone.  Just that they were fun.

In their way of thinking this is what is most important.  Everything should be about having fun, not taking care of responsibilities or thinking of how they will survive tomorrow.  I can say that I see many of todays young adults with this same philosophy.  Work is just what you do to support your fun habit. Many don't want to be apart of the team at their place of employment.  It is more about how everyone is supposed to take this individual's life and plans with family into consideration instead of their own.

I am hearing more words of encouragement regarding our plans.  In the letter it was stated that we were very serious in moving and working in Paradise within the next year.  Whether we sell this castle or rent it out until it sells is a bridge we've still to cross.  I'm not sure about the rental option as I've heard many horror stories about renters destroying the property or not paying rent and having to be evicted.  My preference is to sell out completely, use the money to either purchase the business supplies needed or finish the house there.  Either way, the tick will be out a place to crash, transportation and free groceries.

Tick 2 has gone back to the Left Coast.  No hard feelings there, just glad that they are out of the equation for formulating plans.  It is impossible to plan anything with them as they have an aversion to suppling any information or making a plan and following through with it.  I was talking to the other half yesterday and that was my main point of contention with them.  I try to be flexible but sitting around waiting to hear what I am required to do in order to help make someone's life easier is not something I am willing to do.  This all seems to point to the statements I made in the above paragraph.  I guess it might help to scream at the top of my lungs.  Instead I think I will make my plans, put them into motion, move to Paradise and let the new generation of Know-It-Alls figure it out by themselves.

Tick Turds

Ticks are hideous little things that not only suck the life blood out of you but they leave turds behind as well.  Having one of the larger variety living here now I can say they are a pain to deal with.  They reproduce and then don't take care of said children.  When confronted with questions or unpleasant circumstances they tend to respond with anger and/or laying of blame elsewhere.  It calls into question Darwin's theory on evolution given that they manage to survive without being of benefit to anyone or anything other than themselves.  The only thing I can think of is that they survive because we as parents are dumb enough to think we can help them to succeed by giving them food, housing, transportation, etc.

Yesterday as I was venting over the current happenings, I a statement that the expectation of being here another year was questionable.  The brought a ray of hope that this seemingly never ending suckfest will end.  For the tick(s) it should be a horrible day of reckoning when at last they are made to survive on their own.  To deal with all those terrible things that result from ones actions and demand recompense.  I Love Karma!

Why do the stupid not die out?  Darwin said that the strong would survive, the weak die out and that is the way the world turns.  So we are left each day with stupid people who should die off because they are too stupid to survive, right?  Wrong!  They are all around us, live with us and even reproduce thus insuring more stupid people to confront, deal with for years to come.  You know these people...they text instead of talking on the phone.  They make plans which depend upon the help of others who are not made aware of their required participation until the last moment.  These are the ones who believe that their fun/social lives come before the responsibilities of life.

I heard the tick whine the other day that their life was screwed up to which I responded that it was of their own doing.  This was not a complete shock to them but it was not the first thought they had when they made the statement.  It is a pandemic in the mindset of today's young adults.  They seem to believe that they can have the Hollywood lifestyle without working to achieve it.  When things go wrong, it is always someone else's fault or required duty to help them get out of the jam.  I question why we as true adults let this continue.  I personally have heard "we" can't afford to let them fail.  So does this mean "we" must spend ourselves into poverty in the hope that they will eventually wake up?  I don't think so Tim!  The lessons I remember the most were those that came from having to dig myself out of the hole I dug myself into.  A hand up is not the same thing as a handout.

Maybe this by this time next year this will be the sight from my porch.  If so, I will leave the tick turds for someone else to clean up.

It's the small things...

This Fathers day almost turned into a complete disaster for me.  Our air conditioner went out on Saturday night.  All the local motels/hotels were completely sold out so going there for a cool place to sleep was out. We managed to tough it out that night and most of the next day.  When the service guy made it to the house it was a simple fix (for him) and the best part was he did not charge us anything.  Not for the part or service call on the weekend.  How great was that?

I still am battling my thoughts and feeling towards the tick.  They just seem to be OK with two dead end jobs, earning slightly better than minimum wage and for the most part, coasting along.  Not paying one cent in rent, utilities, food or anything.  I guess I am partly to blame as I am trying to keep the peace with the mom by not discussing the matter.  It is time I call the shrink...

I'll call him Sidney.  Sidney is truly the right person for me to bounce problems off of and get a different perspective on life from.  OH crap, its that time again.  Gotta run...

Latitude & Attitude

Well, I have made it through another week of mining turds in the Popes rectum.  For those who don't know or understand that is my personal euphemism for where I collect my meager earnings.  We still have not been told anything of when to expect changes in the department or what those alleged changes will be.  Like my coworker, I am tired of living on a bubble.  The not being able to make any financial plans other than to not spend anything is nerve wracking.  Not that I need to spend any large sums of money.  It is just having your hands tied by someone who cares nothing about/for you.

I was told by another coworker that healthcare management students are now taught that employees are to be thought of as furniture.  How great is that?  Funny thing is, that is the general sense of how most of us at the "rectum" feel we are thought of.  Oh Well, we have a job!

Moving on, the itch to relocate is at an all time high right now.  With the loss of coworkers (both of us) we have been forced to take more hours of "on call" time.  That means fewer hours of uninterrupted sleep and still having to work our normal shift the following day.  Also, weekends which means you literally work two weeks before you get a weekend off. The life of a healthcare minion these days...

When we finally do leave (eject), it will be on our terms.  I used to think that our leaving would put the powers that be in a bind but now have changed that theory.  In order to be stressed, one has to care about something and those in power simply do not care about the skills and knowledge we possess.  It is all about the money, theirs to be specific.

We have made our plans for our vacation/business/property hunt trip and I can't wait.  The one problem I see is having to leave to come back.  It is very difficult to be in your personal paradise and know that it will have to end.  A line from a recent movie gives me a little inspiration when the doldrums hit.  The line is from "The Best Exotic Hotel Marigold", "in the end everything will be all right, and if it is not all right then it is not yet the end".

Anyway, I have a day of chores to finish and a rum & coke as a reward.  If you don't have the right attitude, its because you're not in the right latitude!

And the rains came...

As I sit here this morning reminding myself that I truly must get it together, go to work and survive another day I also know that there is an end to all of this.  When that day arrives I will eject into the wild blue, rely upon the parachute of preparation to gently float me down into my next adventure.

We watched a movie this weekend regarding older persons leaving the life they have known for one in a new world that is totally foreign to them.  Some make it work, one doesn't and leaves her husband, one dies having achieved what he set out to do.  In the end they each came to understand themselves and realize that happiness depended upon them to make it happen.  Life was all around them, alien as it was but was there for them to learn, experience and live.

I try not to place people into imagined situations in my attempts to predict the outcomes.  Conversations that I had this weekend lead me to believe that one of us will have some growing up to do once the ejection button has been pressed.  It is either that or I  guess I'll be the one starting over on my own.  Either way, I don't see a life here for me as I presently see it unfolding.  The news holds more and more interesting things  each day.  None of which foretells of promise.  The best news I do have, is that after the rains there is always a rainbow.  You just have to be in the right place to see it happen.

RumWich

Well, finally a day off from the outhouse on the hill and I'm still on call tonight.  SUCKS but again I have a job.  Today was supposed to be the big "cut" day but I've not heard anything as of yet.  No worries because they still need at least one to make it all work.

Note to self, DO NOT work for a US non profit ever again!  If ever there was a group who truly deserved to lose their non taxable status it is the non profit healthcare pimps.  It is not a question of making profit, more so who is making the profit?

The tick never came home last eve so once again it is up to me to make sure all the necessary duties are taken care of around here.  I do so look forward to when we announce we are gone and they are on their own.  May the Suckfest begin.

Speaking of that, the next question up for the little sisters of profit is will we come home?

Sucks to be you!