So. It's December.

Only three n' a half weeks until I leave. Which is awesome. Since I am getting sick of this crap that I have to deal with at home. In fact I wrote about it last night on my other journal...

"In the words of Spider Jerusalem

I HATE IT HERE!

I am sick of the festering passive aggressive bullshit. I am just done. I hate being manipulated by it, and guilt tripped by it! I am sick of it. FUCK!

Here’s the story:

I was making food for my sister and I; steak and shrimp. It was obviously missing something... So I thought "Hey! How about some rice?!" There was still rice in the rice cooker when I wandered to it. I didn't know how long my stepmother left it there... so I threw it out, since I was going to make new rice. Mind you this was 10 a clock at night so she probably made it when she got home and left it there... with the lid on it. But then I remembered that we had potatoes that we needed to use. So we had potatoes with our steaks. Not the best steaks that I’ve made but they were pretty decent.

Next fucking day... I'm trying to leave to go to work and my step mother wants to talk to me... I told her that I was in a hurry and I had to go. So I left for work. After work I call my sister and ask her if she has talked to my step mom at all… like about what she wanted to speak to me about. What my sister told me I would remember for a long time.
She said that my step mom came up to her and asked her if she threw out the rice. My sister of course said no but it didn't really do anything because my step mother started CRYING! Yep. FUCKING CRYING! I couldn't believe what I had heard. This was the STUPIDEST thing for someone to cry over. I mean if it was a fucking three course meal that she slaved hours over and someone threw it out I could see someone crying over that. But it was just OLD RICE.

Now don't get me wrong. I know that she doesn't like to waste food and I don't either... but if she fucking stored it properly in the first place it wouldn't be FUCKING WASTED! So I get home grab some of my sister's dinner that she made for us and... low and behold the fucking confrontation.

So I am about to leave the kitchen when she wants to talk to me. I knew this was coming. I knew that sooner or later I had to fucking do this. She asked me about the rice and I told her the truth. I said that I didn't know how long the rice sat there and I was going to make new rice then decided to have potatoes instead. She got all upset with me. I told her over and over that I didn't know how long the rice sat there and I was trying to be food safe and she told me all this bullshit about taking that rice that she made the night before to work with her... THAT RICE WOULD SIT OVER NIGHT AND PLUS THE AMOUNT OF HOURS UNTIL SHE TOOK IT TO WORK WITH HER. Now there was a possibility of not getting a food borne illness. But it sat there covered and cooled off slowly. I had no idea.

She said that she made the rice last night and she didn't know why I threw it away. I TRIED to explain it to her in simple words and in a nice tone as possible why I did it. OH MAN! I was shaking so much from the anger of it all. I was really trying to keep it together. She also fished an onion out of the trash. Mind you I was tried and hungry and I guess too lazy to put that onion in the fridge... yes I know, hate me… I lied about the onion because at that point I just didn’t want to fucking deal. but it was the fact that she fished it out of the trash and actually USED IT FOR DINNER THAT NIGHT!

My dad recently just got over the "Flu" which I knew was food poisoning but this incident just confirmed it. She doesn't practice basic food safety. I really do understand where she is coming from on the wasting food thing but... eating healthy to me is more important. Which brings me to another thing. She will leave things to ROT in the fridge. I will come down hoping for a nice apple sometimes. Instead I get green and grey fur attaching itself to the rest of the "once delicious" produce. You think that's nasty? I've got tons of those stories. Like defrosting chicken or fish in the sink and the cats jumping up and licking it and pawing at it. She also lets tomatoes ROT on the counters. yeah. nasty.

Anyway. So next time what she wants me to do is put the nasty rice that I find into the fridge for them to eat later if I so choose to use the rice cooker or clean it. Fine. Whatever. Apparently this was a personal blow to her and she was super offended. Now she is playing the passive aggressive game with me. Well I can tell you I am sick of playing it with my dad and I am sick of playing it with my dad's mom so I am pretty much at the end of my rope here. No more bullshit.

You know what she did that's kind of funny. She talked loudly about us in chinese to her friend on the internet about us. Which is hilarious since we can't understand what she is saying. So... I am not taking it personally. Neither is my sister.

It was just irritating talking to a brick wall. I mean I kept telling her my reasons and the facts and why I threw the FUCKING RICE AWAY! But she would not hear it. I have a food handler’s card so… I know what I am fucking talking about since I practice safe food handling (Apparently she does too. Which is a frightening thought when you think about it) So after this little incident I am NEVER eating another thing she makes. EVER.

FUCK. "

Yeah. I am sick of this crap. I am soooo glad I am leaving.

So I think I am being moved back to my other store on Monday. Which makes me happy and means that I will be able to say goodbye to all the customers that are there and want to see me before I am done working there. I have to say that this past few weeks at the other store really made me think about what I had and took for granted. Like having plumbing... because that is awesome. The bad thing is that I am going to have to deal with the bug-eyed girl when I come back. Meh. Whatever. It will be my last two weeks. If it all goes as planned...

There are other things but I have to go to work.

Jaa Mata!