ughn. at least i have new pants.
Who wants to hear about my last 24 hours? Tough.
So last night I got home to a nice warm dinner. It's nice to have a full cooked meal sometimes. My mother comes up to me
Mother: "it's been really cold out, the water hasn't been very warm coming out of the faucets"
*I deliberate on this for .5 of a second*:"... and i'll bet it's coming out slower too right?"
My guess is correct, my father has yet again turned down the water heater and turned down the water pressure. It's an ongoing battle. My ideal water situation involves average water pressure and not shuddering in the shower. Like... seriosuly... the mirrors would never fog over at all it was THAT cool. My father believes that water should be just below luke warm and that we should not be able to use two faucets at the same time... doing so causes a drop in water pressure such that neither works. You normally can't take a shower for about 8 minutes after someone flushes the toilet, and even when these extreme circumstances are in place he will gladly use all the water ammenities he can while myself or my mother are in the shower cuasing the shower head to barely drip water... as you sit there huddled... waiting for pressure to return. He also likes to give us long boisterous lectures if for half a second, he is in the shower and one of us so much as uses a short burst of water to clean our hands. Also he enjoys keeping the furnace about 18-19 degrees tops and turning it down whenever he leaves the house. Not to say WE leave the house, just when he goes out he turns the furnace down or off altogether. When confronted he says "this house is so bloody warm, it's not my problem that you're cold blooded or some stupid thing". This from the man wearing a toque...scarf... shirt, wool socks, sweater, and wooly slippers always complaining about catching colds.
So after i turn the water pressure and temperature to normal living standards that landlords have to legally adhere by (i figured that was a good benchmark) we sit down and i remind my parents that i'm working the next day (this morning) and am gonig out trampolining after.
Mother: "i need to take your grandparents down to see (my great aunt) at the retirement home tomorow so i will have to drop you off at work early (9am)"
Me: "hmmm ok, well then i'll have to get ready early then... hmmm i wonder if maybe steve would house me at all, oh well"
Father: "well i need you to drop me off at work for 8 am so you better leave time free for that"
Me: "why do you need to get dropped off?"
Father: "well i'm using the office car tomorow in brantford, so you can drop me off in the morning then mom can take you to work"
Me: "... why don't i drop you off... then take your car to work after since you're not doing anything at all tomorow?"
Father: "well... ok fine then"
The night was good, picked up some pants, saw Deanna when i went over to pick up my shoes which she had graciously picked up from 1up, called up jaz to see if she wanted company but she was busy again, did a bit of christmas perusing.
So everything is going to work out. I wake up at 7:45 to put my laundry in, it'll be done around 9:20, about when i will get out of the shower and be ready to go. I wanted to come in a few early so i could pick up my cheque, drive over to the bank and deposit it before the store opened. So it's 7:57 when he gets back with the dog. "oh...you're awake... well... i don't want a ride to work anymore... i'm not going to have a full day in brantford so i' mnot taking the company car"
WHAT THE FUCK
After an argument reminiscent of the time i tried to beat up a brick wall he tells me to learn to adapt. I then retorted that i don't need to adapt, the environment never changes, he's an ass and can't even keep a plan longer than 10 hours. I asked what changed between last night when he went to bed and this morning when he woke up that caused there to be less work in brantford. He told me to learn to adapt since i'm so good at "doing things on the spur of the moment in 'constant crisis' because that's how i live".
-Now my clothes are wet because they have to come out early
-He turned the water heat down again so my mother and i have to fight for the shower AND be freezing cold in it
-The logisitics of the bus are barely going to work even IF i have change anywhere
-My mom has to drop me off an hour before work starts
-I can't deposit my cheque and i work all bank hours until monday at which point i need to walk 30+ minutes to get to a bank
-I had 40 minutes to get ready instead of 1:40, a significant difference when you had planned to get a lot of chores done before work
-Didn't get to eat the meal i was cooking
-Now things are going to be a pain in the ass for transportation tonight since i'm now down 2 cars... it'll still happen but i'm just going to have to really rely on my mothers kindness to get a hold of her car, especially in a timely fasion.
I want to make it clear that i don't expect to be given a car to use, and that i can live without it. My issue lies with the fact that he changed the plan at the last second and was not even going to INFORM me, he was going to let me wake up WHENEVER and just not have the means to get to work. I would have planned things differently if i had known. He can go fuck around with his work all day long, he works for the government and goes in late, comes home early, always filing grievances of trivial matters taking religious holidays to make logn weekends for himself. I go to work and actually care about being on time, doing a good job. I care more and put more effort into working a generic retail job than he puts into his job that he went to school for years and has a ton of certifications for. The whole situation seems so unjustified. The scariest part is i'm more exasperated than anything, i'm not even really angry... just annoyed. This kind of thing has become SO commonplace in my house over the years that it doesn't effect me NEARLY as much as it should. My mother never even seems to care when he skips out on her birthday and it scares me that maybe i'm slowly becoming numb to his asshole antics.
So last night I got home to a nice warm dinner. It's nice to have a full cooked meal sometimes. My mother comes up to me
Mother: "it's been really cold out, the water hasn't been very warm coming out of the faucets"
*I deliberate on this for .5 of a second*:"... and i'll bet it's coming out slower too right?"
My guess is correct, my father has yet again turned down the water heater and turned down the water pressure. It's an ongoing battle. My ideal water situation involves average water pressure and not shuddering in the shower. Like... seriosuly... the mirrors would never fog over at all it was THAT cool. My father believes that water should be just below luke warm and that we should not be able to use two faucets at the same time... doing so causes a drop in water pressure such that neither works. You normally can't take a shower for about 8 minutes after someone flushes the toilet, and even when these extreme circumstances are in place he will gladly use all the water ammenities he can while myself or my mother are in the shower cuasing the shower head to barely drip water... as you sit there huddled... waiting for pressure to return. He also likes to give us long boisterous lectures if for half a second, he is in the shower and one of us so much as uses a short burst of water to clean our hands. Also he enjoys keeping the furnace about 18-19 degrees tops and turning it down whenever he leaves the house. Not to say WE leave the house, just when he goes out he turns the furnace down or off altogether. When confronted he says "this house is so bloody warm, it's not my problem that you're cold blooded or some stupid thing". This from the man wearing a toque...scarf... shirt, wool socks, sweater, and wooly slippers always complaining about catching colds.
So after i turn the water pressure and temperature to normal living standards that landlords have to legally adhere by (i figured that was a good benchmark) we sit down and i remind my parents that i'm working the next day (this morning) and am gonig out trampolining after.
Mother: "i need to take your grandparents down to see (my great aunt) at the retirement home tomorow so i will have to drop you off at work early (9am)"
Me: "hmmm ok, well then i'll have to get ready early then... hmmm i wonder if maybe steve would house me at all, oh well"
Father: "well i need you to drop me off at work for 8 am so you better leave time free for that"
Me: "why do you need to get dropped off?"
Father: "well i'm using the office car tomorow in brantford, so you can drop me off in the morning then mom can take you to work"
Me: "... why don't i drop you off... then take your car to work after since you're not doing anything at all tomorow?"
Father: "well... ok fine then"
The night was good, picked up some pants, saw Deanna when i went over to pick up my shoes which she had graciously picked up from 1up, called up jaz to see if she wanted company but she was busy again, did a bit of christmas perusing.
So everything is going to work out. I wake up at 7:45 to put my laundry in, it'll be done around 9:20, about when i will get out of the shower and be ready to go. I wanted to come in a few early so i could pick up my cheque, drive over to the bank and deposit it before the store opened. So it's 7:57 when he gets back with the dog. "oh...you're awake... well... i don't want a ride to work anymore... i'm not going to have a full day in brantford so i' mnot taking the company car"
WHAT THE FUCK
After an argument reminiscent of the time i tried to beat up a brick wall he tells me to learn to adapt. I then retorted that i don't need to adapt, the environment never changes, he's an ass and can't even keep a plan longer than 10 hours. I asked what changed between last night when he went to bed and this morning when he woke up that caused there to be less work in brantford. He told me to learn to adapt since i'm so good at "doing things on the spur of the moment in 'constant crisis' because that's how i live".
-Now my clothes are wet because they have to come out early
-He turned the water heat down again so my mother and i have to fight for the shower AND be freezing cold in it
-The logisitics of the bus are barely going to work even IF i have change anywhere
-My mom has to drop me off an hour before work starts
-I can't deposit my cheque and i work all bank hours until monday at which point i need to walk 30+ minutes to get to a bank
-I had 40 minutes to get ready instead of 1:40, a significant difference when you had planned to get a lot of chores done before work
-Didn't get to eat the meal i was cooking
-Now things are going to be a pain in the ass for transportation tonight since i'm now down 2 cars... it'll still happen but i'm just going to have to really rely on my mothers kindness to get a hold of her car, especially in a timely fasion.
I want to make it clear that i don't expect to be given a car to use, and that i can live without it. My issue lies with the fact that he changed the plan at the last second and was not even going to INFORM me, he was going to let me wake up WHENEVER and just not have the means to get to work. I would have planned things differently if i had known. He can go fuck around with his work all day long, he works for the government and goes in late, comes home early, always filing grievances of trivial matters taking religious holidays to make logn weekends for himself. I go to work and actually care about being on time, doing a good job. I care more and put more effort into working a generic retail job than he puts into his job that he went to school for years and has a ton of certifications for. The whole situation seems so unjustified. The scariest part is i'm more exasperated than anything, i'm not even really angry... just annoyed. This kind of thing has become SO commonplace in my house over the years that it doesn't effect me NEARLY as much as it should. My mother never even seems to care when he skips out on her birthday and it scares me that maybe i'm slowly becoming numb to his asshole antics.