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Aug. 13th, 2004
I got my health insurance bill in the mail. Nosey as always, he asks me what it is. I tell him then he starts going into how I'm going to pay for it with no job and only $xxx in my bank account. I told him not to worry about, that I had it taken care of and I don't expect him to help me. Also, I'm capable of taking care of this myself.
To that he replied, "OH can you?" in that patronizing tone that made me want to stab in him the face.
*grr* I made some comment about how I thought I was pretty responsible - what with the never being flat broke, lack of drinking, smoking crack, etc. He said that wasn't the point and why didn't I want him to help me. If only he knew. Like I would ever give him the satisfaction of helping me so later he can throw it back in my face and tell me he gave me $130 for health insurance. Fuck. That.
Told him that I didn't want his help and that I didn't need it. If ever got to the point were I was so pathetically desperate that I had to ask for his help, I'd think about it. He wouldn't let me go until I told him that was making a small bit of money doing commissions - which again he put down. "How much do you make? $200 a month?" Yeah, okay, so maybe I only make $200 a month. So what? That's better than nothing. Argh. He's so.. ARGH!!
I left and let him get back to his horribly tiring schedule of sitting on his ass watching TV and falling asleep on the couch with the TV on. OH the HORROR. I hope my life never becomes that difficult.
To that he replied, "OH can you?" in that patronizing tone that made me want to stab in him the face.
*grr* I made some comment about how I thought I was pretty responsible - what with the never being flat broke, lack of drinking, smoking crack, etc. He said that wasn't the point and why didn't I want him to help me. If only he knew. Like I would ever give him the satisfaction of helping me so later he can throw it back in my face and tell me he gave me $130 for health insurance. Fuck. That.
Told him that I didn't want his help and that I didn't need it. If ever got to the point were I was so pathetically desperate that I had to ask for his help, I'd think about it. He wouldn't let me go until I told him that was making a small bit of money doing commissions - which again he put down. "How much do you make? $200 a month?" Yeah, okay, so maybe I only make $200 a month. So what? That's better than nothing. Argh. He's so.. ARGH!!
I left and let him get back to his horribly tiring schedule of sitting on his ass watching TV and falling asleep on the couch with the TV on. OH the HORROR. I hope my life never becomes that difficult.
Myers-Briggs test
Aug. 13th, 2004 07:33 pmTook the test because I couldn't remember what I had gotten before.
ISFJ (D.Keirsey type description; Marina Margaret Heiss description)
You are:
* moderately expressed introvert
* slightly expressed sensing personality
* slightly expressed feeling personality
* very expressed judging personality
Read: I am judgmental and introverted!
ISFJ (D.Keirsey type description; Marina Margaret Heiss description)
You are:
* moderately expressed introvert
* slightly expressed sensing personality
* slightly expressed feeling personality
* very expressed judging personality
Read: I am judgmental and introverted!
