FUCKING WONDERFUL!
Jun. 12th, 2003 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hyuriokay, so my grandparents offered to take us out to lunch today. they do that. nobody said anything to me about it. my dad asked my brother several times if he was ready to go, and finally if he even was going, and my brother told him no. not a word to me. they left while I was in the bathroom.
4 hours later, my dad "asks" me and my brother to dig a hole in the backyard for him. I'm damn near dead on my feet, but okay. my brother goes out to dig, comes back in and tells me that it's half done. it's supposed to be 2 feet deep; he dug about a foot, if you count the layer of broken-up dirt at the bottom as part of what he "dug". so I dig another foot, leaving a couple of inches of dirt in the bottom for my brother to dig up, tell my dad I did so and why, and tell my brother to go finish up. 20 minutes later my dad storms in with my brother following, bellows at me to stop "bitching and whining every time you're asked to do something around the house," and go finish the hole -- my brother would never do a thing like short on labor, no way! -- or I can "get the hell out of [his] house!"
so I have no marketable skills, because he never tried to teach me any and every time I tried to learn one he found something that made it impossible -- "volunteer" work, manual labor around the house (cut down all the trees, dig up the stumps, burn the wood, leave the yard looking like a barren piece of shit), arbitrary decisions to cut off the internet or remove the power cord from the computer for some reason I'm not sure even he was clear on, etc. -- I have no marketable skills, I have nowhere else to live, I have a whole $45 to my name, and he generously gives me the "option" of swallowing all but direct physical assault on my person -- or I can open my mouth and hope I don't bounce when I hit the curb.
and he has the gall to fucking THANK me after I come back in!
4 hours later, my dad "asks" me and my brother to dig a hole in the backyard for him. I'm damn near dead on my feet, but okay. my brother goes out to dig, comes back in and tells me that it's half done. it's supposed to be 2 feet deep; he dug about a foot, if you count the layer of broken-up dirt at the bottom as part of what he "dug". so I dig another foot, leaving a couple of inches of dirt in the bottom for my brother to dig up, tell my dad I did so and why, and tell my brother to go finish up. 20 minutes later my dad storms in with my brother following, bellows at me to stop "bitching and whining every time you're asked to do something around the house," and go finish the hole -- my brother would never do a thing like short on labor, no way! -- or I can "get the hell out of [his] house!"
so I have no marketable skills, because he never tried to teach me any and every time I tried to learn one he found something that made it impossible -- "volunteer" work, manual labor around the house (cut down all the trees, dig up the stumps, burn the wood, leave the yard looking like a barren piece of shit), arbitrary decisions to cut off the internet or remove the power cord from the computer for some reason I'm not sure even he was clear on, etc. -- I have no marketable skills, I have nowhere else to live, I have a whole $45 to my name, and he generously gives me the "option" of swallowing all but direct physical assault on my person -- or I can open my mouth and hope I don't bounce when I hit the curb.
and he has the gall to fucking THANK me after I come back in!
