Megan Got a Job! (And Three Temporary Roommates)

I hate to give away a punch line like that - but yes! I got a job this week!! I got a job! I got a job. JOB. And where, you may ask, could this job be? Well, my radiant readers, I got a job at Plato's Closet! I guess that interview that I thought went terrible, actually turned out well! (My charm and cariama save me ones again) I start in about two weeks, but first - a trip to Texas (more on that later...)

This weekend has been fairly eventful. Besides getting a job, my parents went out of town, so it was just my sisters and I here to hold down the fort (they are back now, so don't be creepy) It was looking to be a pretty chillaxed couple of days - until are mom called us with some news. There had been a family emergency on my extended side, and my mother's cousin's three daughters needed to come and stay at our house for a few nights. (I just looked it up, they are my second cousins.) 

Now, family visiting is usually an ok thing, right? Maybe? Sure. But for us, we had a few problems -
A)we are all "anti-social" girls who would rather stay home and not talk to new people,
A.2)our parents weren't home to do the talking for us,
B)our past encounters with my mother's extended family have never been...well...pleasant. Or socially normal. Or comfortable. (maybe I will tell you about the great family Christmas parties soon..) And
C) With my sister Heather trying to move out, and me just moving back in, our house has recently looked like a tornado covered a junk yard in even more wreckage.

So, us being the nice humans we are, we could not tell them no. But with that promise, came our mission. We had two days to clear our house to a point that was acceptable for normal interaction - but, us being the lazy humans we are, we only started cleaning the day-of.

For 10 hours, we cleaned every visible space on the main floor of our house, and only stopped when we realized we also had to look like normal people before they came over. It was 10:00 pm by they time they finally arrived, and we already had our game plan set: If we put a movie in right away, than it will be late by the time it is over. We will tell them it is "bed time" and than we are free to run and hide upstairs with minimal interaction with our unknown relatives. It was perfect! (Before you judge, just know - we are not fit for talking to people. Ever. Heather is the only one brave enough to open her mouth, but she switches into this voice that sounds like she is extremely bored with everything you are saying. It's bad, guys, bad.)

Still, the movie part actually seemed to work out. We started with the Lego Movie (not a bad choice) but after Heather mentioned our love for Avatar -  Lego was out and Aang was in...for like three episodes. Then they asked if we could switch to Korra, because they had never seen it before. It was nice to observe fresh eyes take in the wonder of a new Avatar universe, but I can not deny I was said to see Aang kicked out.

I mean, can you get any better than this guy?

Besides the musical-chairs of movies, our plan went off pretty well. 12:00 rolled around and we stopped the TV, wished them good night, and went and hid away in my parents rooms. They left the next morning, and when they came back Sunday night, Heather told them we were all "going to bed" and they could stay up as long as they wanted...they were very grateful. However, what we did after that is a whole other story. Over all, the second cousin thing was not as bad as we were expecting, we actually had somethings in common. I was freaking tired Saturday night after all the cleaning, but our parents brought us great trip-treats, so it was made up for.

 The only thing I am sad about is that, because they came and we had to clean everything first, we did not have a chance to make our Traditional "Parent's are out of town" Sisters' Blanket Fort. And after a year away at college, I have gathered some new ideas on how to improve my building techniques. Darn it. I guess they will just have to wait until next time.

Fair-faring, fiends!...
I just realized our second cousins with probably start talking to us at the next Christmas party . . . oh no.