Stepdad dragged me off to DSS on very short notice, just to drop off some paperwork for me and my mom. I told him I didn't have to physically be there to do it, because otherwise, why I be dropping off my mom's(an entirely seperate case) as well? I try telling him this, and he doesn't listen. And of course, he has to bring all four of the dogs there, and of course, he gets halfway there before deciding to let them out for a few minutes. He also "suddenly remembered" after that he had his own paperwork to drop off, but decided not to go back.
The entire trip there, he's going on about "our" poverty situation and how I have to help the "household"(just him, since both me and my mom have paying jobs while he just sits around all day bitching about stuff) and how we don't even have money to eat. He then manages to be a complete hypocrite when he criticizes me about buying the store-brand macaroni and cheese because Dr. Oz(a quack if I ever saw one) told him that it contains Yellow #5, which is petroleum-based(just what isn't nowadays?) and WILL KILL YOU and that I should buy the more expensive name brand.
Getting there, it's absolutely crowded. I spend an entire hour waiting on line, with the only thing happening is some loudmouth woman in front of me getting into an argument with a security guard, being told to leave, refusing, then leaving when the cops were called, with four squad cars showing up. Interestingly, the line began moving much faster after that. I get to the window, and first I find that my mother didn't even sign hers, and that I didn't really need to come there to drop it off in the first place.
The few days before that, I was really annoyed at something, but not sure why. It seems I have precognitive rage. I get pissed at something before it happens.