With nothing in your power...
So I finally got a chance to talk to my Dad today and ask him if I could borrow money to get some of my things back from Burnaby. He told me that if I'm going I might as well get all my stuff shipped by bus, then went on to tell me that there are resources available to me, if I would only look...
I've been yearning to freak at him over this for a fucking year, but all I could manage was to slightly raise my voice. I don't have any money, which means all those resources add up to fuck all. He still insisted that I haven't been trying at all... told me that if I couldn't find work, I should've taken it into my own hands; collected cans and bottles (which I already motherfucking do you fucking prick bastard!) or start my own business. Yeah, a whole lot I can start with zero work experience and no post-secondary education or training of any kind. Honestly, what the bloody fuck?
I interjected at this point, stating that I was doing the only thing I could to get the whole thing sorted out right now; asking to borrow money from him, because I'll be working soon, and I'll be able to pay him back. Apparently not good enough.
He kept saying that all I do is sit at home on the computer, wasting time. He doesn't know. He's never here. He sees me on the computer in the evening, the only time he's ever home. Am I supposed to be applying for work at 10:00 pm?
He also said that I shouldn't stop looking for work now, "just because someone said they might give [me] a job at the end of April."
Fuck, the guy doesn't even know what's going on.
In conclusion, he will lend me money, though I don't think he had to tear at me so much in the process.
I want to leave this place so far away.