Brutal day.
I am THIS close to feeling like I fulfilled my obligations in bailing both of my brothers out with a solid week and a half of THEIR work. Always the same story with them.
With Matt it’s “Hey want to meet and help me tag team this thing?”
Which is translation for “Hey want to do this thing for me that I may show up for late or just not at all?”
With Keith it’s “Hey can you do this five second job for me?”
Which is translation for “Hey, can you do this 2 full work week quagmire of a construction project for me?”
Always and forever. Always and forever. This spring, No Exception.
Well, today was about to be my last day doing things for both of them, and the common theme with both halves of my day- equally distributed before finishing a Whole House for Keith, and reassembling another Whole House for Matt, was ALMOST finishing- but not being able to, because of someone else’s fuckup or bad luck or malfunction.
Like jerking off almost to the point of climax but then stopping. Edging. But not the fun kind.
I haaaaaaaaaaate that shit. I’m a Capricorn. I like CROSSING. OFF. JOBS. And this was a double whammy- because not only would I be crossing off two major jobs in and of themselves, but I was also planning on crossing off the meta-jobs of feeling brotherly obligated to bail out my two “cant say no” bros.
I feel like I enable them. But also that I have been weening them off depending on me as well, mostly out of necessity for my own energy and peace of mind.
A couple more things I hate, while I’m in the mood for hating:
1) Stevia Leaf, Monk Fruit, and Agave Concentrate being allowed to be called “All Natural Ingredients”
Excuse me, but fuck the hell off with this vomit inducing saccharine. And why, the fucking christ, is it suddenly in almost everything? Especially things in the “healthy” or “gluten free” sections of town? Our Hippie Grocery store, which I love for many many things, has this entire massive wall of beverages for recreational consumption. Your usual hippie offerings: kombucha, fancy teas, fancy juices, random vitamin enriched supplemental blah blah etc.
When I ride my bike or walk there, I like to get something to drink for the walk back- but I will be a monkeys fucking uncle if a single one of those offerings isn’t packed full of “Natural Ingredients” aka completely undrinkable to me.
When did the horrifying chemical aftertaste of Nutra Sweet become the “Natural” option?
Make it make sense.
Which brings me to the second thing I hate today:
2) This random Gluten Free Vegan restaurant that popped up a few years ago from some rich millennial stereotype trust fund city types that moved here during Covid.
I barely knew they existed until they started popping up more and more often in our city’s facebook group, the sort of local gossip group that almost everyone here follows for immediate local news. Our former news outlet, The Petoskey News Review, was bought by some international news Megacorp is is now just a costume worn by global propaganda featuring very few, if any, stories of “local” orientation.
The couple running this restaurant have all but taken over the board, using it as this kind of big-city style back door advertising and self advocation. Constantly posting topics about like celiac disease, and Gluten Awareness, and having ChatGPT write up these big stomp-clap-hey appeals to locals to “stand together and fight government overreach* (which just means bullying the city into changing ordinances so they can do what they want), or “stand together for compassion” (which just means shaming other restaurants in town with fake empathy so that they will change their rules so people can buy the vegan food and bring it there to eat).
The gross manipulation pretending to care about Social Justice for their own selfish gain just oozes out of them.
I think I want to run them out of business.
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