Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I have had numerous sources of irritation in the last week, many of them caused by family and friends. >:-(
(That's my disgruntled face, in case you didnt know. Notice the furrowed brow. )
Today, I have to start part 2 of my Louis Vuitton fight. Part 1 went down last week, as my mother encroached upon my time for the umpteenth time this year. The problem is this: My mother believes that since I am currently unemployed, I am a) Doing nothing, and b) available to do whatever she wants me to do without question INSTANTLY at her request. So, last week, when I took my mom to the airport for her vacation, (at 4am mind you) she hit me with a laundry list of instructions on things I needed to do for her that day, not the least of which included "Oh, and take back my Louis Vuitton Purse&Wallet to the store. Make sure you get that done today!" Now, my plan at that time was to go back to the house, catch up on my sleep, go to the gym and then take care of MY OWN ERRANDS. Instead, I now have to COMPLETELY re-track my day and figure out how my stuff will fit in with her request.

Whats the deal with the purse, you ask? Well, my parents have always paid my school tuition. So, they've been paying tuition to 3 different schools since 1997. Now that they no longer have a tuition payment to make, my mom made an announcement at my Graduation Party that she was going to take said tuition payment and use it instead for a nice lovely expensive handbag. Enter Louis Vuitton. We spent more than an hour in the store last tuesday poring over this bag and that, before my mom finally walked out with one of them. (And even then she wasnt sure....) Well, the next day she asked me to return it. Problem is, she had handled it so much in the store that the leather handles started to oxidize (supposedly), therefore putting the bag in an "unsaleable condition". Furthermore, she put her stuff in it and the thing ended up looking like she had been carrying it around for a week (you know, dust in the bottom... tissue pieces, etc). In any case, I wasn't buying the oxidized handles bullshit, and I asked the shopgirl to bring me another bag so I could compare the handles. I end up getting into a quiet, civilized argument with her (she's demanding that I respect her...I had to tell her that given that I hadn't made any unreasonable comments, nor any insulting ones, I hadn't felt that I disrespected her.) Frankly, she got civilized Sheryl. And given that I wasnt being allowed to return a bag that cost into the 4 figures and was effectively STUCK with it, I had a right to be a little unhappy. I'm surprised she thinks she was disrespected, as she CLEARLY hasn't come across any ghetto black people...I didnt get ignorant, ethnic, OR loud. Therefore, no disrespect. ( I almost wish I had turned a little of the ethnic voice on her so she would have known the difference).

Anyhow, I left the mall mad because a) I couldnt return the bag, and b) couldn't get a hold of mom to ask if I should return the wallet as well or keep it, since we're stuck with the bag. This, then, brought me to encroachment #2. (Wow! I actually stayed on track! Good for me)

Now that I had this expensive bag and purse in my car, instead of unloading it back on the L.V. people, I now had to go straight home. My plan was to go to the gym, shower and then go do stuff... but because I didnt want to chance getting my car broken into and having the purse we didnt want but were stuck with stolen, I had to take it straight to my home. (Again, plans derailed). And of COURSE, right after I got home, I was able to get through to my mom (who rarely answers her cellphone, mind you) who said "Yes, return the wallet." If she had told me that when I was in the store arguing with that trifling ass clerk, I wouldn't have to go BACK OUT to a LV store and return the damn thing.

Hence, part 2 of the LV fight, and encroachment #3. I have to go today and return the wallet. However, I have to go to the Beverly Hills store, because if I go back to South Coast Plaza, I know I'll get stuck with the same person who helped me last time. And I'll cuss her out something royal. And I'd do it in the quiet, civilized, educated voice... the one I use when I think up a long, drawn out, academic sounding insult and I practice it....(but don't interrupt me when I'm doing it because you'll mess up the flow). And since I dont want to have to go through all that (because last time I was pissed off the rest of the day) I'm not going there. Besides, I have more business in LA than just the wallet, so since I NEVER go there any other time, I figure I'll do LV Beverly Hills, then my other errand. But the fact that I have to use another part of another day to return that DAMN wallet is quite irritating. *Sigh* I need a job so my mom won't continue to take advantage of my free time.