Newsletter Woes

Pew, my idiot mother rides again. Her and Bossman have decided that I’m to set up a new newsletter – simple enough, right – that my mom can use without my help but with the help of a cheat sheet that I’m to write out, that one’s far easier said than done. See, my mom’s the type that loses every shopping list ever handed to her, she can’t even make a link by herself, and she always ends up having me do it instead. This wouldn’t be a problem if I didn’t have eight thousand things to do as is.

I’ve shown her how to use the newsletter script at least four or five times, and I’ve written ( hand and typed ) instructions at least seven or eight times. The problem isn’t that she can’t learn to do it, it’s that she won’t learn to do it, because she knows that in a pinch I’ll pick up the slack and do it for her lazy ass. But this way she can say she tried if I get mad at her down the road, when in fact she hasn’t tried at all. Pew! I should kick her right in her wrinklies! I’m so tired of picking up the slack for her, I really am.

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