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So, it's official. Every conversation or arguement involving my dad,
just HAS to turn into something related to his work. No conversation with him is complete without a "I wish I could do ___ at work", or "If I ever did that at work", "if I just decided not to go to work one day...", etc.
I understand his work tends to be hard and stressful, but is it really too much to ask for one conversation that doesn't turn into a work-related pity story? D:
Like today, I asked him one simple favor having to do with yard work I did.
I had plans to go somewhere with a friend today, but he wanted me to pick up sticks in the yard. This wouldn't have been a problem, only he didn't tell me this.
No, he told mom, who didn't tell me until about eleven today... two hours before I had to be out and ready to go somewhere with a friend. And sticks take a long time to pick up, and drag to the other side of the yard. It was also a good 90+ degrees out by the time I got out there.
What I want to know, is why he didn't tell me. It's not like I wasn't home last night.
If he had, I could have set my alarm clock a few hours earlier, and picked them up before it got too hot, and without worrying about the plans for the day. So I asked him tonight if that next time he wants me to do something, he could tell ME about it.
Well he shot back with "well, you didn't tell me that you were going anywhere".
No, because I wasn't aware that I needed to. =o
If he had told me that he needed me to pick up the yard, I would have told him I had plans. But since I wasn't aware that he needed me to do anything, I didn't feel the need to tell him anything. It swings both ways, really.
Then after that came the work-related sob story, and I pretty much stopped paying attention to him after that. Seriously, I only asked him for a favor. He didn't need to turn it into an arguement.
Before that, there was the arguement about dogs and cars. Okay, so last time I did my driving practice, we were driving down a dirt road, and these dogs started chasing the car. Well two of them went to the passenger side of the car, and since I couldn't see where they were, I stopped the car.
My mom told my dad about this little incident, and he makes it into this big life and death bull crap, and tells me that if it comes down to me or the dog, I have to hit the dog.
Well no freaking duh. I know that. I think it sucks, but I realize that if I have to choose between endangering myself and other drivers, or hitting an animal, that I need to just hit the animal.
But this particular situation consisted of driving ten to twenty mph down an empty dirt road. I wasn't endangering anybody by watching out for the dogs.
Actually, for once this conversation didn't veer off toward his work. But the moment he said that driving through the neighborhood, if I encountered a dog, that I should just hit it, I stopped listening.
The speed limit in the neighborhood is 25! I'm not endangering anyone by slowing down for a dog or cat in a 25 mph zone!
But, what can I expect. My dad hates dogs. I tend to not take half the dog-related things he says seriously.
 Ophrysia · Sun Jul 20, 2008 @ 04:29am · 0 Comments |
