Jun 05, 2016 20:09
Uggghhh. I got shouty with my mum on the phone today.
About job stuff.
uugghhhhhh.
We don't do shouty. We're your classic repressed middle class family; we talk about things, events- " Your cousin Mickey had the baby... Yes, a girl... How's the garden?... And the weather?"
We don't emote.
But damn, she pulled out every out-of-touch employment fallacy invented- maybe you're not trying hard enough, you need to focus on what you really want to do, temping can lead to a full time job, sometimes you need to take a dinky entry job to get in where you want to be, maybe you should go back to school....
jesus fucking christ, mother! where have you been the last 10 years of my life???
You'd think like i've spent the last decade doing things i actually want to be doing instead of playing by every fucking rule in the American Dream book. You'd think I hadn't tried every one of those brilliant ideas. You'd think like it was still 1996 or something.
gah.
it feels crappy to yell at your mum.
then she suggested i start a political blog.