Gah
Gah. So here’s the scoop: Dad and Linda are heading down to NB to pick up my brother Saturday morning. He told me last week, so I book Friday’s shift (Saturday 5am-9am) off. So that’s fine. But he doesn’t know when we’re coming back. Well I need to book days off a week in advance. So as it’s Tuesday now, I can’t book a day off until Tuesday’s shift (Wednesday morning). I have Wednesday (Thursday morning) off anyway. So I proposed that we come back on the day I have off, to prevent me from having to cancel any more shifts (I can work while down there, just not while we’re traveling to and from). He won’t give me a date.
So today I say to Cheryl (who doesn’t have to go, which is retarded) that if he doesn’t let me know by Thursday I won’t be going. And my Dad gets all upset in the other room and starts yelling about how I’m going and don’t have a choice.
Now it pisses me off that he has this attitude. He treats my job like it’s not a real job because I’m smart enough to get a job where I don’t have to leave the house (yes, I’m obviously smarter then he is since I got a job where I don’t have to leave the house, and he has to drive 35-40 minutes to work every day). I mean were I making nickles and dimes, fine. But up until last month I was making more money then Cheryl, who was working more then 3 times as many hours as me. So I think that’s pretty damn good.
So yeah, he has basically today and tomarrow. If I don’t have info by Thursday morning then screw him, I won’t go. I work Saturday (Sun), Monday (Tues), Tuesday (Wed), Thursday (Fri), and repeat. So I have Monday mornings and Thursday mornings off. If we don’t travel on those days, I’m not traveling.
Hmm, maybe I’ll go to Toronto or something if he kicks me out of the house while he’s gone, that could be fun. Or I could stay in a hotel. I love hotels. Especially hotels with Wi-Fi. <3 Wi-Fi.
That is all.
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