This is my one week off. It’s the week when I can stay up until 5 or 6:00 in the morning reading and then sleep all day if I want to, and damn the consequences (because there aren’t any). I should be able to enjoy this.
I should not be woken up at 11:15 by a call from Psychobrat asking me to please come by the high school with a pair of jeans for her.
Of course, being not entirely coherent, I didn’t realize at the time that I could say no, that there probably wasn’t that much pleading in her voice because Mom or Dad had told her to call me so they wouldn’t have to leave work, that it was probably there because she didn’t want to have to go to them. No, I didn’t think about that. At first.
As time went on, of course, and I tried to work out how I could sleep a little bit longer, I became more awake.
“And when do I have to be out there, exactly?”
“I can’t get there now.”
“Well how soon can you get here?”
“Whenever I can. I’m sleeping. I have the day off.”
“But I need you to be here now.”
A voice from the background.
“You can just bring them to the main off–”
“I have to go inside? Well, of course I do, they won’t exactly let you walk out to the car to meet me. Well that puts a whole new spin on things. I’ve got to get dressed, I’ve got to get a shower–”
“No you don’t, you can just come in the way you are, it doesn’t matter.”
Basically, I had two options: a) I could get up from my comfortable bed where I had been in the middle of a very pleasant dream about a certain person, drive all the way out to the school and back in the heat, when I’m trying to save on gas because everybody here is broke, and actually walk into the school, where I shall be treated very rudely because that’s just how they operate over there, if they even let me into the building in the first place….
Or b) I could let the selfish bitch suffer the consequences for being too damned stupid to care about the dress code on the second bloody day of school.
Right. Option ‘b’ it is, then. I went back to sleep.
Of course, I didn’t stay there for very long, in case she called my dad who would force me to go out there. But as she was still waiting for my call (I’d asked what would happen if I didn’t show up, she’d said she would get I.S.S.P., I said I’d think about it, she said she’d pay me $10, I said if I showed up, I expected to be paid, she said she didn’t have the money on her, I said, “Right, see you later, then” and that’s when I hung up)…anyway, as she was still waiting for my call, I decided to call my mom first. I explained the situation and asked if I was obligated to go out there. She said no. I went back to sleep for two minutes but by then was wide awake and had to get up, anyway. Wonder what she’s doing now, if she’s still sitting there waiting for me to call or if they just went ahead and gave her I.S.S.P. (Why is it called I.S.S.P., anyhow? That makes no sense to me. In Virginia it was I.S.S., because it’s “in-school suspension”. When did “sus” and “pension” become two separate words?)
I never broke dress code, not once; I don’t know why she should have such a problem with it. Everywhere she goes—school, soccer practice (where all the mothers on the team complain that her shorts are too short, but she doesn’t understand what the problem is)…no, I think it’s high time she understood. At least take a pair of jeans herself if she knows she’s going to be stupid, so nobody else has to drive out there. So effing selfish. If it hadn’t been my day off, one of my parents would have had to take off from work to do it instead, but she wouldn’t care, because that’s how she is.