A quick Rant

I HATE (Hate, Hate, Hate) working for my mom's company.

Not only do I get to scrub toilets to make my money, but my month leading up to receiving an actual paycheque is an arduous, hellish experience, especially on this month of much commercialism and cash grabbing when I am completely Mastercard bound.

And beyond that.. every Friday night I get to sit around and wait until my 16 year old brother is finished having his fun so I can drag him off to work moaning and whining the entire way so that he, too, can partake in the money making toilet scrubbing.

And on nights like tonight, where he promises to be home at the crack of 6:30 (when I am normally leaving) when I had a perfectly good night last night to go and clean completely solo, it makes me even more mad. Not only because he is chronically late, and not only because I get to feed the dogs (yet again), and not only because of aforementioned whining and moaning, but because contrary to popular belief around this casa-de-parental-control, I DO have better things to be doing on a Friday night.

And honestly, they don't involve toilets.

Seacrest out.