just bitchin'
Apr. 1st, 2026 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evileUp, felt like shit, took care of dogs, washed,d ressed, applied for jobs.
Housemate Sam came out around 2pm as I am sauteeing onions and browning meat to put in the instant pot for supper, complaining about her in-laws' attorney badgering her for the return of some paperwork which will end up paying her 25K for her interest in some of her deceased husband's stepdads property that he's selling. She proceeds to lament that the Universe is conspiring against her and then returns to her catbox smelling room (where her animals have doubtless ruined my floor and probably most/all of the furnishings with their urine, feces, and/or scratching)
Oh, please tell me more about this terrible life you have. In a comfortable room in a comfortable home with climate control and food and electricity and running water which you have paid minimally to occupy. Where you have no obligations, no responsiblities, and can sleep or watch TV or read all day long in your pajamas and bathe once a week, or never, as you like. Where you have health insurance covered by your deceased husband and a doctor who does tele-visits, and people you don't even like falling all over themselves to hand you gobs of money. Yes, you are very very put-upon and miserable, to be sure. My heart, it is bleeding for you. Bleeding, I say!
(as I cook, clean, feed and walk her dog, and continue to search for paid work outside the home)
Such pity I feel. Such compassion. Poor poor housemate Sam. The universe has conspired against her at every turn to give her the softest possible landing ever.
And, yes, i realize that if I didn't have my husband I'd be fooooooooked, but yes, I am also enjoying a comfortable existence on the back of someone else's labor. :/
Housemate Sam came out around 2pm as I am sauteeing onions and browning meat to put in the instant pot for supper, complaining about her in-laws' attorney badgering her for the return of some paperwork which will end up paying her 25K for her interest in some of her deceased husband's stepdads property that he's selling. She proceeds to lament that the Universe is conspiring against her and then returns to her catbox smelling room (where her animals have doubtless ruined my floor and probably most/all of the furnishings with their urine, feces, and/or scratching)
Oh, please tell me more about this terrible life you have. In a comfortable room in a comfortable home with climate control and food and electricity and running water which you have paid minimally to occupy. Where you have no obligations, no responsiblities, and can sleep or watch TV or read all day long in your pajamas and bathe once a week, or never, as you like. Where you have health insurance covered by your deceased husband and a doctor who does tele-visits, and people you don't even like falling all over themselves to hand you gobs of money. Yes, you are very very put-upon and miserable, to be sure. My heart, it is bleeding for you. Bleeding, I say!
(as I cook, clean, feed and walk her dog, and continue to search for paid work outside the home)
Such pity I feel. Such compassion. Poor poor housemate Sam. The universe has conspired against her at every turn to give her the softest possible landing ever.
And, yes, i realize that if I didn't have my husband I'd be fooooooooked, but yes, I am also enjoying a comfortable existence on the back of someone else's labor. :/
