I had a totally different Drama King post prepared for today -- all about the overthrowing of the same-sex marriage ban, blah blah blah.
It was sweet and treacly and full of rainbows and unicorns.
And then he opened his mouth (well, his keyboard, really) and reminded me a little of why I threw him out of my house more than two years ago. 'Tude much?
Wonderhubby has been working at a brand-new, not-yet-opened restaurant close to DK's boyfriend's apartment.
Which, no surprise, is where DK has been living most of the time. But his job (waiter) is at a chain restaurant closer to HIS apartment -- which is about 30 miles away. The official move-in-and-give-up-his-apartment date is July 1. Gas is more than $4 a gallon and climbing.
Needed: new job in the new neighborhood.
Enter Wonderhubby, who always is thinking about my kids and their well-being and who provides dates, times, locations and names for the open-call interview process.
DK sounded jazzed about it all -- the location, the high-endedness (better tips), blah blah, la la la.
Fast forward to Wednesday, the day of the open call. Wonderhubby was working at the unopened restaurant and sent me a text to say there were LOTS of people at the restaurant filling out apps.
So I get on instant messenger:
Evil Mother: drama king .... wonderhubby says there are LOTS of people putting applications in at that restaurant.
Evil Mother: are you going there soon?
Drama King: I don't have a resume
Evil Mother: dk..... jeeezus
Evil Mother: GO THERE and fill out an app
Evil Mother: seriously
Evil Mother: wait staff doesnt need a resume. fill out an application
*insert radio silence here*
Evil Mother: answer me
Drama King: I'm going. Sheesh
Evil Mother: either you try to better yourself or you DONT
Evil Mother: and i'm really tired of the bitching and moaning
Evil Mother: w/out the ACTION
Drama King: What bitching? I don't say boo to you
Evil Mother: whatever. you need medical insurance. you need dental. you need to stop having (car loan company) call my house. it's about 2 or 3 times a day.
Drama King: Oh. Right. I forgot. You haven't told me how worthless I am lately.
Evil Mother: knock that shit off.
Evil Mother: wonderhubby found you an opportunity and you weren't going to go.
Evil Mother: meanwhile, when you dont make your car payment, i get multiple messages a day from (car loan company).
Evil Mother: WHICH i do NOT generally bother you about. until you get pissy about trying to better yourself
Evil Mother: there were 2 on my answering machine yesterday. one male, one female
Evil Mother: so. if you want a job close to (Rocky's city), here is an opportunity at a high-end restaurant where the tips will be bigger
Evil Mother: you're welcome.
I then closed my AIM and went out to lunch. Grrrrrr. I was mad mad mad.
Apparently he was, too.
Because when I came back, I found this away message on his account:
Parenthood means never having to say you're sorry.
Oh, bite me.