My mother has started getting on my nerves. She decided to start
doing ebay, and as a result, every fuckin' little thing has to come
across my doorstep..."_______ happened, what do I do?" She expects me to
drop everything and help her, and she's like "Well, I work, I don't have time for that"
Today I have to pack 4 boxes and ship them out,
photograph at least a dozen things, write descriptions and list them.
Yesterday I got up at the asscrack of dawn, set up at the fleamarket,
sat there in the hot sun for 6 hours for $100, got home, cleaned half a
dozen filthy Dawn and Barbie dolls, then later that night spent 2 1/2
hours identifying them and their clothes, while fending off a 3 year
old.
Saturday, I sorted and cleaned things from Fridays auction, again, while fending off a 3 year old, then went to another auction. Friday, took my mother-in-law grocery shopping 25 miles away, then went directly to the box lot auction.
I DON'T HAVE ANY DOWN TIME. None. I cannot get away from my work because
it's all around me. I am sick of people expecting me to do shit for
them, and with them because I "don't work".
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