Fuck'em in the ear!
Random guess as to who that title is referring to. My family. Wow...that had to be the most mysterious cliffhanger. ~_~
I have a job. I told my family. They are not happy. They think:
1) I am settling for low pay.
2) I can do better.
3) What in the hell did I graduate for to get such a sucky job?
4) My dad is taking advantage of me and he should be in charge of the household.
Ok....this is my reasonings to each of their points:
1) 7.50-8.00hr is pretty fucking low....but when you have nothing coming in on either end....I will take it. I have fucking bills to pay and ones for the household to take care of.
2) Yes, I can. No...wait! I have few references. I haven't had a job before...why? You told me to concentrate on school and fuck a job! Oops.
3) I graduated to write. I have to eat while writing. This job gives me the necessary references so I can go and get a better job. I am not planning to stay here for very long...trust me. ~_~
4) Oh hell no. You did not just go there. Do you live with me? No. Do you help me anyway? Not really...no. Do you know what it is like with my dad, seeing him get discouraged and angry about not having a job...feeling like a failure? No. No you fucking don't. Do you know what it is like to be a practical orphan at 18 and have someone who you are not tied to anymore take you in and take fall after fall for you, probably leading mildly to current financial situations? No. Fuck no. Is he sleeping with you? No. Is he sleeping with me? Heh...FUCK NO! Is my wanting to help him for any other reason than the love I feel for him as a father figure, respect for his taking me in when he didn't have to, and my internal obligation to help him out when he is in need...like family is supposed to do? No, no it is not.
To quote part of "The Pot" by Tool:
"Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.
Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.
You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.
Foot in mouth, and head up asshole.
Whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy!
You must have been, so high.
You must have been, so high.
Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
King Guru done hung the juror with the innocent.
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been HIGH, HIGH
You must have been HIGH, HIGH!"
I have dreams and goals I am not going to let the killjoys in my family destroy. So....yeah...fuck'em in the ear...and Merry Christmas! ~_~ *goes off grumbling to break something.*
I have a job. I told my family. They are not happy. They think:
1) I am settling for low pay.
2) I can do better.
3) What in the hell did I graduate for to get such a sucky job?
4) My dad is taking advantage of me and he should be in charge of the household.
Ok....this is my reasonings to each of their points:
1) 7.50-8.00hr is pretty fucking low....but when you have nothing coming in on either end....I will take it. I have fucking bills to pay and ones for the household to take care of.
2) Yes, I can. No...wait! I have few references. I haven't had a job before...why? You told me to concentrate on school and fuck a job! Oops.
3) I graduated to write. I have to eat while writing. This job gives me the necessary references so I can go and get a better job. I am not planning to stay here for very long...trust me. ~_~
4) Oh hell no. You did not just go there. Do you live with me? No. Do you help me anyway? Not really...no. Do you know what it is like with my dad, seeing him get discouraged and angry about not having a job...feeling like a failure? No. No you fucking don't. Do you know what it is like to be a practical orphan at 18 and have someone who you are not tied to anymore take you in and take fall after fall for you, probably leading mildly to current financial situations? No. Fuck no. Is he sleeping with you? No. Is he sleeping with me? Heh...FUCK NO! Is my wanting to help him for any other reason than the love I feel for him as a father figure, respect for his taking me in when he didn't have to, and my internal obligation to help him out when he is in need...like family is supposed to do? No, no it is not.
To quote part of "The Pot" by Tool:
"Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.
Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.
You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.
Foot in mouth, and head up asshole.
Whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy!
You must have been, so high.
You must have been, so high.
Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
King Guru done hung the juror with the innocent.
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been HIGH, HIGH
You must have been HIGH, HIGH!"
I have dreams and goals I am not going to let the killjoys in my family destroy. So....yeah...fuck'em in the ear...and Merry Christmas! ~_~ *goes off grumbling to break something.*