Yesterday I asked my eldest sister, Mean Mommy, to look over portions of it and give me some advice. Apparently she and Martin were chatting at the same time because...
Martin: Why are you having [Mean Mommy] help with your résumé?
What, my expertise isn't good enough for you?
Me: Nope.
What kind of jobs have you ever gotten with your résumé?
She was clearly the better choice here
Martin: What?
I have a job!
She didn't need her resume for having kids!
Me: :)
I continued my chat with Mean Mommy in the other window...
Me: Martin says having kids isn't a job
And requires no skill
Mean Mommy: :|
Me: I know! I'm so glad I didn't ask her to help.
Mean Mommy: Yeah. She has a crappy 'government' job. Who wants that?
I can only imagine the conversation held between them after that, but soon enough...
Anyway. Apparently I like sewing seeds of discord.I can only imagine the conversation held between them after that, but soon enough...
Martin: Tattling on me?
Me: I thought [Mean Mommy] should know what you really think of her.
Martin: I just said she didn't need a resume.
Not that having kids wasn't a job.
Which it isn't.
me: !
And also posting private conversations without getting permission first.
Or asking forgiveness after, for that matter.
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Yep. That's your role in our family. Causing trouble. Speaking of which, when are we planning that Hawaii trip that we aren't inviting the other two to?
Also, I resent you making me help you determine the word "discord" for this post. Don't think I don't remember that!
sowing seeds of dissent is one of my favorite hobbies. Gives life a nice spectrum. I guess it shouldn't be one of my favorites though...
(Sorry...apparently I used HTML tags to denote changed names the first time...)
The other conversation, just for Funsies (edited to change names and remove side notes from another conversation):
me: We're helping [You] with her resume right now.
Martin: ... Also, she didn't ask me for help with her resume.
What's that about?
me: Well, I think maybe she doesn't want a crappy government job like you got, obviously.
I worked for the newspaper. Way cooler.
...
It is too a job. And requires lots of skill.
You try dealing with underlings who are constantly trying to undermine you.
Martin: What?
I said you didn't need your resume for it.
Not that having kids isn't a job
me: "You: [Martin] says having kids isn't a job
and requires no skill"
Martin: Also, weren't you like an admin at the newspaper?
me: Yes. Yes, I was.
Martin: I'm pretty sure I would have treated you like an admin.
me: :|
I'm pretty sure I would have constantly worked to undermine you.
Martin: Yeah. But I would know I was superior. So I wouldn't mind.
me: Right.
Until I sabotaged your spreadsheets and password locked you out.
Martin: I'm not your old boss. I can figure out those.
me: Also, I only took the job because it was more accounting than admining. When the new guy came in and wanted me to be all admin...I was really glad I was quitting.
Martin: :)
I'm just giving you a hard time.
me: I know.
Stupid [new guy] gave me a complex.
HAHAHAHA! This is hilarious. I love sister battles.
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