Hey, ya'll. Whoopieeeee! At 10:04 A.M. EDT today I finally got rid of my nephew who claimed to be "visiting" for one week (aka 16 long hellish days). He will never, ever be allowed back. Yeah, I'm an awful person -- yippeee for me!
Here's a Tale of odiousness which I can translate into a political lesson (after you read my extended self-indulgent pity party post).
Do not ever allow a relative or politician who stinks to invade your space. Don't let them bring their mega-baggage into your abode or mind. You will end up with rage which will last months.
Ok, so I get a call from the "kid" (22) who says: "Did my father ask you if it is ok for me to spend a week with you?" Erm, no. I'm Catholic so guilt is one of those original sins which even Baptism cannot erase. "Um, ok, a week, right?" Shite -- a week is seven years of plague with this kid. He doesn't bathe, is a consummate slob, my cats freak out when he is here.
Sooooo, one week passes (no shower, same clothes -- not me -- him) and he's still here. Write an email to my brother who hasn't once communicated about this arrangement (see, e.g. writing your Congresscritter) and he doesn't respond to me. He calls the kid and tells him to put me on the phone. I'm berated. Erm, ok. Hang up.
The kid tells me he has noise in his steering wheel (I know about 5 possibilities for this issue). I say: " Call your father and tell him you have to take the car in (this is the second time I've had to do this since Thanksgiving -- last time it was a total break failure due to every single break component being fucked). He doesn't. Instead, he brings in an entire Best Buy electronics department of shite, has a surge protector with 20 plugs in it while unplugging my stereo, takes over a room and trashes it. (see, e.g. Republican Party.) He spent 15 days buying more shite (see, e.g. Iraq War).
Sixteen days of not dealing with the steering issue even though I forced him to take the car around the corner to a mechanic. He gets the oil "changed." Actually, it wasn't "changed" because there was no oil in the car. I asked him about the steering -- he made something up (two day diagnostics, etc. har! I actually know stuff about cars). Then he asks about the cost of steering fluid two days later because the mechanic said he didn't have any. Me -- calmly (har) WTF??? That was the whole problem and you lied (not in the State of the Union sense). He didn't want to pay for, what? at most a $15 dollar fluid thingy because he wanted to buy video games, more electronics and Chinese food he could dump on my futon.
Ok -- the kid is finally gone -- the cats are trying to recover -- the stench is still here but slowly receding. What isn't gone is the massive liquid stain on 1/3 of my antique coffee table, the liquor bottles under the bed, the sticky shite on the floor and my continuing outrage (see, e.g. Republican Party shitting on this nation).
As for my wealthy, self-involved brother -- "No" is the only word he will hear from me in the future. It is the word he used when my other nephew and his wife asked if they could spend one night at his place while they visited my Mom. It is the word he used with my Sister who asked for 2 years to present a program to his office. My Sister, who has taken the kid in for weeks and weeks over the last four years.
The kid is off to my sister's and I told her - "Hose him down outside with Oxyclean, three days, and then out the door." (See, e.g. Republican Party in general).
Is this diary allowed on DKos? I admit to being an unpaid shill for locking the doors on smelly, lazy, over-privileged relatives.