more toys

It's half past one and I have already been to the dentist's and in 4 (count them: FOUR) hardware stores.
Now, I don't mind the dentist. I've known him my whole life, I know his parents, his brother is my godfather, it's more like family visit when we go there. Also, my teeth are really good and there is no reason for me to be afraid of holes or anything.
So dentist was OK.
But then my Dad wanted to buy some paint. And the hardware store close to us didn't have that particular type he wanted. So we practically drove to the other side of town to a different store. That did have it. But they had one of these leave blower/vacuum thingies, whatever you call them. (Laubsauger, but not even LEO knows that word.) So Dad waited about half an hour for somebody of the staff to explain it to him, found out that he didn't like it and decided to check out another hardware store. Again, in another corner of town. Not what he was looking for. Fortunately, that was in a mall and there were two more stores close, so we checked these, too. Finally, in the last one, he found what he was looking for.
Bought it, and couldn't get it into the trunk. So I had to hold that on my lap for the trip home.
I don't know why we hadn't taken Mom's station wagon in the first place, knowig that he would certainly buy big toys in a hardware store once he enters it, but then again Dad even said, in the first store, it wasn't going to take long.
Whenever he enters a hardware store, it is going to take loooong. He's going to find lots of stuff he'd like to have and can stand around in front of one thing that isn't on the shopping list and tell anybody who has the misfortune to be around all its disadvantages. Why doesn't he just move on? He's not going to buy it anyway, I'm not, Mom's not, nobody cares how good or bad it is.
Probably this is also part of showing how smart he is, and all the things he knows.
And then, when he tries to put the leave blower into the trunk and finds out it doesn't fit, I say: "Just put it in here and I'll hold it." He says yes, then walks to the side of the car, puts the thing on the back seat next to me and says "it doesn't fit in the trunk, can you hold it?"
OK, so I reacted a little harsher than probably necessary to this. But still no reason to tell Mom (who didn't have anything to do with this particular case at all) and me that we don't know anything about friendly and polite behavior and bla bla bla. From the person who never bothers to ask anybody whether his schedule messes their plans up, and who fucking enters my room when I am not home!
I'm going to work myself into a terrible rage if I don't stop.
But I have been pretty polite and friendly for two and a half hours this morning, and reached my limits.
So now I am hiding in my room and am going to work on the translation he wants me to do. Took me half an hour to download the document he send me from his office by email, because he did not only send the text, but all pictures.
But then I should be happy he managed to send it at all, as he has no idea about anything connected to computers.
Probably I should read some fanfic first to cheer me up, but it would also distract me from what I should be doing.
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brain drain

Well, I finished translating the first text, all about agriculture and land management and stuff I don't care about, I don't know anything about, and I certainly do not need to fill my brain with related vocabulary.
I was working here with LEO, my regular dictionary and the monolingual English dictionary, and still had to invent words for some things.
And the second text I need to work on is all about architecture and culture and history. Going to be hard, too.
But not today.
I feel as if somebody ripped out every sensible thought in my mind, replacing it with vocabulary and single letters. Also, sitting in front of the screen so long, I think I am developing a headache. Not to mention the money. I suppose all my payment for the translation is going to go right back to paying the telephon bill.
But still, it will be money I earned, not that somebody gave me so I don't starve and/or sue my parents. Now I should probably do something completely non-brainy, like watching soap operas on TV. Only problem is I hate sopa operas, so I opted for pestering you with my unfinished thoughts.
I found some baaad grammar and vocabulary mistakes in the German(!) text I translated. And this is the language people around here are supposed to be able to speak. But I suppose this doesn't include forming a correct German sentence.
What are the symptoms if you're bitten by a doxy? Don't know, and the book doesn't tell. (Fantastic beasts and where to find them, that is.)
Anyway, off to do something senseless.