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8 years ago
As mentioned in my latest content post on Patreon, I'm taking the time to let you know how things are going for me over here. I posted this over there last night, though it was rather late, so I’m putting it up on my other sites today.
The Laundry
My stepdad got over his childish tantrum (in regards to the washing machine drama I had mentioned months ago) and had been letting us use it ever since, but it was broken and would spill out water no matter what level/amount you set it to. It wasn't til two weeks ago or so that he bothered to look into it and try to fix it himself (as he usually does; you either get a decent/terrible-looking fix or the item in question gets completely trashed by him), but no matter how much he claimed "It's fixed now." the problem would persist.
Last week, on the 24th, he had me (and at one point my bro as well) go back and forth taking the drum from an old washing machine we had to the balcony and vice versa so he could try it out; it was a big waste of time since neither of em would work even after he messed around with them. During the weekend he went out with mom to look at some old washing machines someone he knew had that weren't being used; he brought back home two of them. He made us help him carry them upstairs (we live on the 2nd floor; I got stuck with the bad end, since I had to try and lift it up the stairs while they carried the other end; my arms and shoulders were already sore from the drum thing) so he could test them out the next day (he should have just done that before even bringing them over here...). I got a few scrapes/cuts and covered in rust because of them.
Yesterday, he tested them out and told us to carry one back downstairs (again, stuck with the bad end; bro was whining a lot, mostly cuz of his paranoid "I DON'T want to hit my head" thing he's got going on which is really over the top in any situation and annoying as well) because, lo and behold, both washing machines don't work at all. They were missing a piece necessary for them to even work at all. The first one wouldn't start or fill up with water, despite the notification light being lit up (and he ended up breaking the lid lock cuz it was jammed); not really sure what the problem was with the second machine, but I'm just gonna assume that one didn't even turn on at all. On that same day, he went back to the same place he got both washing machines and brought over another drum (which was oily and gave me cuts/scrapes yet again).
Today, he made some kind of Frankenstein's monster (or Frankenstein's washer in this case) with that drum and pieces from some of the old washing machines, so we're finally able to do all that laundry that's been piling up for days. Thankfully my mom's been doing the rest of the laundry, because I'm seriously exhausted and have barely been given a break or respect for my personal space/time lately (though I know that after today I'll most likely be the one in charge of doing it all, as it's always been).
Chores and Personal Space
My family still keeps bugging me with their ridiculous requests and keep asking me to do stuff for them instead of going to my bro most of the time because "He's always busy.", "He won't do it.", "He's asleep.", even though when I'm clearly busy working on a drawing, chilling out doing my things, or asleep I'm still bothered or forced to do what they want because they "just can't do it themselves".
Last month I ordered a few things my stepdad wanted online and he kept hounding me constantly for updates on its progress (like he did last time when I bought him that new tablet), as if that would make it arrive earlier than the estimate date or saying "I hope that comes in earlier, because I really need it." every once in a while... The items (a Fire Stick TV and an HDMI to AV converter box) still came around the estimate date and I spent a whole day setting it up for him because I had to:
Make him an Amazon account (there's no way I'd leave mine logged into that thing) to download the apps needed for what he wanted to do (ie. stream his tablets contents, videos from websites, and Youtube to his tv). He doesn't have a credit/debit card, so I had to look up whether you could actually bypass that and make sure it worked.
Troubleshooting one of the file streaming apps since it didn't want to work right out of the box (neither the tablet or stick would discover each other while using the same app on both devices, so I tried a bunch of solutions and looked up guides, but none of that worked. Ended up having to get an ftp app on his tablet so the files would be shared that way instead.)
Forced to put up with his heterosexual porn (at least it wasn't his worse content...) because he wanted to try out the streaming/file sharing functions himself, even though I already tried and showed em to him with non-pornographic content.
Constantly bothered or rushed (despite telling me to take my time and that he wasn't rushing me) to get the whole thing up and working properly, every now and then being annoying by saying "Geez, this sure is complicated." among other dumb things.
Told me to write him instructions on how to use everything and after doing so tells me to show him and let him try to do it himself because it's better that way and he can't read my writing (despite me writing it out pretty big so he could see). I was losing my patience having to put up with this and if that wasn't ridiculous enough, I even had to tell him how to use the remote itself (even children could do this by themselves).
I've found myself sleeping rather late again because of being stuck with these chores (cooking, doing the laundry, washing dishes, etc.) and being bothered by my family while trying to fit in my personal time into all of this. Hell, I've even been bothered past midnight or when I'm about to try and get some sleep just because my stepdad wants me to "fix" something or remind him how tech even works because "Man, this is really complicated.", I'm not even kidding. This also applies to when my mom bothers my bro for a favor and he "miraculously" accepts to do it (ie. letting her read the horoscope, looking up a news article, etc.) because he just ends up barging into my room and sits there on the floor until she's done with her thing. This also happens when he just feels like talking to me for no reason whatsoever. He dropped by my room a few nights ago to ask for some anime recommendations and instead of this conversation of his taking a couple of minutes it ended up lasting around an hour or more as he constantly coughed everywhere (if I end up getting sick soon, we can all blame him). I had to stop working on my drawings at the time because I don't feel comfortable drawing around him or the rest of my family (I've probably said this a lot whenever I talk about them and my situation, but they're homophobic; they also make fun of fat people so I suppose that's something else they have in common).
A friend of mine kept bringing up how he has a schedule for things he wants to do within a day whenever he dropped by the past few months, but that just simply doesn't work in this house. With the aforementioned already established, it'd probably be more stressful to try and keep a schedule when I already know it'd be impossible to keep in place (I tried doing this at one point during college and trust me, it fell apart pretty fast.
Work
Commissions and patreon are still my only source of income. I haven't even reopened the former since I've still got a backlog that I've been unable to finish as quickly as I would have liked to due to how hectic my life's been (ie. physically and mentally exhausted most of the time, among other things). I'm still slowly working on them whenever I can and I hope to have updates on those soon.
Of course, there will also be wip updates in regards to this month's patreon content when I get around to fleshing out those sketches. Thank you all for being patient with me.
The Laundry
My stepdad got over his childish tantrum (in regards to the washing machine drama I had mentioned months ago) and had been letting us use it ever since, but it was broken and would spill out water no matter what level/amount you set it to. It wasn't til two weeks ago or so that he bothered to look into it and try to fix it himself (as he usually does; you either get a decent/terrible-looking fix or the item in question gets completely trashed by him), but no matter how much he claimed "It's fixed now." the problem would persist.
Last week, on the 24th, he had me (and at one point my bro as well) go back and forth taking the drum from an old washing machine we had to the balcony and vice versa so he could try it out; it was a big waste of time since neither of em would work even after he messed around with them. During the weekend he went out with mom to look at some old washing machines someone he knew had that weren't being used; he brought back home two of them. He made us help him carry them upstairs (we live on the 2nd floor; I got stuck with the bad end, since I had to try and lift it up the stairs while they carried the other end; my arms and shoulders were already sore from the drum thing) so he could test them out the next day (he should have just done that before even bringing them over here...). I got a few scrapes/cuts and covered in rust because of them.
Yesterday, he tested them out and told us to carry one back downstairs (again, stuck with the bad end; bro was whining a lot, mostly cuz of his paranoid "I DON'T want to hit my head" thing he's got going on which is really over the top in any situation and annoying as well) because, lo and behold, both washing machines don't work at all. They were missing a piece necessary for them to even work at all. The first one wouldn't start or fill up with water, despite the notification light being lit up (and he ended up breaking the lid lock cuz it was jammed); not really sure what the problem was with the second machine, but I'm just gonna assume that one didn't even turn on at all. On that same day, he went back to the same place he got both washing machines and brought over another drum (which was oily and gave me cuts/scrapes yet again).
Today, he made some kind of Frankenstein's monster (or Frankenstein's washer in this case) with that drum and pieces from some of the old washing machines, so we're finally able to do all that laundry that's been piling up for days. Thankfully my mom's been doing the rest of the laundry, because I'm seriously exhausted and have barely been given a break or respect for my personal space/time lately (though I know that after today I'll most likely be the one in charge of doing it all, as it's always been).
Chores and Personal Space
My family still keeps bugging me with their ridiculous requests and keep asking me to do stuff for them instead of going to my bro most of the time because "He's always busy.", "He won't do it.", "He's asleep.", even though when I'm clearly busy working on a drawing, chilling out doing my things, or asleep I'm still bothered or forced to do what they want because they "just can't do it themselves".
Last month I ordered a few things my stepdad wanted online and he kept hounding me constantly for updates on its progress (like he did last time when I bought him that new tablet), as if that would make it arrive earlier than the estimate date or saying "I hope that comes in earlier, because I really need it." every once in a while... The items (a Fire Stick TV and an HDMI to AV converter box) still came around the estimate date and I spent a whole day setting it up for him because I had to:
Make him an Amazon account (there's no way I'd leave mine logged into that thing) to download the apps needed for what he wanted to do (ie. stream his tablets contents, videos from websites, and Youtube to his tv). He doesn't have a credit/debit card, so I had to look up whether you could actually bypass that and make sure it worked.
Troubleshooting one of the file streaming apps since it didn't want to work right out of the box (neither the tablet or stick would discover each other while using the same app on both devices, so I tried a bunch of solutions and looked up guides, but none of that worked. Ended up having to get an ftp app on his tablet so the files would be shared that way instead.)
Forced to put up with his heterosexual porn (at least it wasn't his worse content...) because he wanted to try out the streaming/file sharing functions himself, even though I already tried and showed em to him with non-pornographic content.
Constantly bothered or rushed (despite telling me to take my time and that he wasn't rushing me) to get the whole thing up and working properly, every now and then being annoying by saying "Geez, this sure is complicated." among other dumb things.
Told me to write him instructions on how to use everything and after doing so tells me to show him and let him try to do it himself because it's better that way and he can't read my writing (despite me writing it out pretty big so he could see). I was losing my patience having to put up with this and if that wasn't ridiculous enough, I even had to tell him how to use the remote itself (even children could do this by themselves).
I've found myself sleeping rather late again because of being stuck with these chores (cooking, doing the laundry, washing dishes, etc.) and being bothered by my family while trying to fit in my personal time into all of this. Hell, I've even been bothered past midnight or when I'm about to try and get some sleep just because my stepdad wants me to "fix" something or remind him how tech even works because "Man, this is really complicated.", I'm not even kidding. This also applies to when my mom bothers my bro for a favor and he "miraculously" accepts to do it (ie. letting her read the horoscope, looking up a news article, etc.) because he just ends up barging into my room and sits there on the floor until she's done with her thing. This also happens when he just feels like talking to me for no reason whatsoever. He dropped by my room a few nights ago to ask for some anime recommendations and instead of this conversation of his taking a couple of minutes it ended up lasting around an hour or more as he constantly coughed everywhere (if I end up getting sick soon, we can all blame him). I had to stop working on my drawings at the time because I don't feel comfortable drawing around him or the rest of my family (I've probably said this a lot whenever I talk about them and my situation, but they're homophobic; they also make fun of fat people so I suppose that's something else they have in common).
A friend of mine kept bringing up how he has a schedule for things he wants to do within a day whenever he dropped by the past few months, but that just simply doesn't work in this house. With the aforementioned already established, it'd probably be more stressful to try and keep a schedule when I already know it'd be impossible to keep in place (I tried doing this at one point during college and trust me, it fell apart pretty fast.
Work
Commissions and patreon are still my only source of income. I haven't even reopened the former since I've still got a backlog that I've been unable to finish as quickly as I would have liked to due to how hectic my life's been (ie. physically and mentally exhausted most of the time, among other things). I'm still slowly working on them whenever I can and I hope to have updates on those soon.
Of course, there will also be wip updates in regards to this month's patreon content when I get around to fleshing out those sketches. Thank you all for being patient with me.
