My mom literally just called me.
Mom: Did you apply to the casinos, like I told you?
Me: No, I haven’t gotten around to it.
Translation: I can’t drive and transportation on the strip is horrible. Even if I did manage to get a toe hold in one of the casinos, the commute would be even more of a nightmare than my last one. Which was an hour and a half bus ride at 3am or 5am depending on my shift :)
Mom: well… Vero I know you dont want to hear this, but you need to do more. Okay? I need you to help me, to help you.
Me: I know, mom.
Translation: Let’s gloss over the fact that I just told you I spent the day with my future room mates looking at the apartments, the uhaul place, and discussing plans
But okay. I -need- to help you help me.
Mom: I know, you just want me to come down there, and slap you around! ::said with an affectionate tone and laugh::
Me: ::uncomfortable laughter::
Translation: Does this even need one?????
The messed up part is pre-brian, I would fall for these abuse tactics. And that makes me so -mad-.