My To Do List
The other stuff just has me saying, "WTF?" My Dad would like me to mow. Okay, that might be doable if it ever stops raining. My Mom wants me to take this thirty pound box to the post office and mail it, take a disc of photos to Costco and get them printed from the "do it yourself" computer. She wants me to return some dishes that were left from the family reunion we had almost a month ago, to two different households. Oh and she ordered some new sheet sets from Overstock.com and wants me to wash them up and put them away.
All of this would have been okay if there was some kind of perks involved. They didn't even leave me any freakin' milk for cryin' out loud. I had to go to the grocery store and get all my own stuff. Man, I feel like Cinderfuckinrella here. No wonder my sister refuses to house sit. It's like being indentured!
Of course, I guess it's not all that bad, but it's a little hard to see past the good stuff when the animals are getting you up at 5:30 in the morning because that's what time they are used to getting up and going out. I am not a morning person and this 5:30 thing is really fuckin' unacceptable. But I'm afraid the little dog will get ornery and will pee on the floor or on my clothes. He's a little shit that way.
I don't want to house-sit again, but I hate being the ungrateful brat. I just wanted to do my time and then go home.