Let’s talk about the weather.

It’s Tuesday. That means my brother has been living with me for four days. Overall, things are going okay — not great, but okay.

There have, however, been a few roadbumps.

1. On Sunday, I drove Cody around to pick up some job applications. I could tell from the beginning of our app-collecting field trip he was annoyed I was “making him” look for jobs this soon. He picked up an application at Jimmy John’s and then we went on to the next place. Here’s where issue #1 came to be.

   The next three places didn’t have any paper applications on hand. Cody got so angry at this inconvenience I had no choice but to take him home. (I really have no desire to deal with an angry pot-head who hasn’t smoked for nearly 48 hours… not my thing.)

If he worked half as hard at finding a job as he has been trying to track down weed, he could have multiple jobs by now.

2. I got home from work Monday evening to find Cody sprawled out on the bed with a fan blowing on him. I asked him how his day was.

   “Boring,” he responded. “I didn’t do shit.”
   “Did you go get any applic-,” I said before being cut off.
   “Nope,” Cody said. “It was too hot.”

   I’ll admit at this point I pussed out and pulled a weapon out of my arsenal I rarely do… I called my mom. As soon as my mom picked up I handed my brother the phone.

I didn’t hear the actual conversation that took place between my mother and my brother. But I did hear enough phone-speaker-blowing-caliber yelling to know Cody got the verbal equivalent of 30 lashings with a wet leather belt. Cody apologized for being lazy and promised to go in search of a job today (Tuesday).

Before I left for work this morning I wrote down my address and phone number so Cody could reference them on various job applications. I left my house feeling confident that I’d arrive home this evening to find my brother filling out a stack of applications. Then I got an e-mail from Cody. To get the full effect, one has to read it in its entirety:

“ummm wtf am i supposed to do, it’s raining. im not going to walk all over getting applications when its raining. fucking lame!!!!”

“Oh, hell nah,” I thought to myself. (I’m starting to speak like him…)

I wrote back and told him he could use my backpack (waterproof), my pad-folio (waterproof), and my Columbia jacket (waterproof).

I got a call from my mom a few minutes ago to tell me Cody had just called her from a pay phone to say it was “bullshit” that I was making him go out in the rain to collect job applications. She also said he had already picked up two. Then she thanked me and said I would make a good parent.

Preston — 1 ; Cody James — 0

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