Of family, footlockers, and flops...

As I have been more-or-less crashing between my parent's and siblings' place for the better half of almost a month, I have found that, as much as I will miss them once I actually get to Seattle, it will be nice to GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM!!!

This is your brain on parents...

I am sure the sentiment is the same, but there comes a time where I have to draw the line with my father when he yells across a couple rooms to tell me to watch a YouTube video or watch him do something while, at the same time, I am talking to my future employer on the phone. Likewise with my mother when she tasks me with responsibilities around the house, which I do not mind doing, but she picks the most inopportune times to do it, usually with my correspondence with my future boss. I have made it a point to make such calls as brief as possible.