Now I understand why people go on shooting sprees.
Got a call from Mom this morning. So it looks like Roadway made a mistake and Dad isn't re-hired. What complete, utter, total bullshit. And they were ready to hit the road tonight, too. So Dad's upset. He still hasn't found a job. But at least he got approved for extended unemployment. And from what Mom said, Bo's upset, toe, because he seemed like he wanted to get back home to his sissy and bubby and gramma. (GOD, do we miss Bo.)
Today--just minutes ago--we got a letter via certified priority mail for Dad that he was called back to work. Keep in mind this letter was dated August 13th. And today he gets the call about the "oh no, that was a mistake" bullshit.
I don't know how many times I can say "bullshit" about this whole situation in this post, but it really is. It's BULLSHIT. Last year after the first time he was laid off, they called him back to work before they could "officially" lay him off. Then after over a year, they call him back. Then oh no! They made a mistake! No work for you! Why must Dad keep getting jerked around like this? Mom was saying on the phone, "Now I understand why people go on mad shooting sprees."
And for fuck's sake, if it's that bad, then maybe Dad needs to dip into whatever inheritance he has coming from Grandma Cozie. Or sell the goddamn house down there and all of that fancy antique stuff she has that we'll do nothing with up here. To hell with letting the money in the trust fund or whatever grow with interest, and to hell with whatever Hunter and I would receive if anything happens to Dad. If you need that money, then fucking USE IT.
(AND WHERE'S MY FUCKING TEA SET?!!! The one thing I wanted out of the house, that nice blue-and-white floral China tea set, and I still don't have it. FUCK!!!!)
Kevin's dad isn't doing too well, either, sad to say. It turns out he has cancer of the liver. Kevin had to make a hard decision regarding "DNR" (do not resuscitate) in case he takes a turn for the worst. He had a discussion with his dad, and I guess his dad wants them to try to resuscitate if it ever comes to that. Kevin's had a rough year. First Fester, and now this. I know he's trying very hard to be strong about it and hang in there, but the stress is wearing him down. And I feel so useless and the best I can do is just stick by him and be the good supportive girlfriend. It's just...like I said. I feel so useless.
Dad had to make that decision with Grandma Cozie, too. We (meaning me, Hunter, Mom and Dad) had a discussion about this sort of thing a couple of years ago. Mom does not want to be resuscitated in case she ever gets that bad; she's dealt with being in all sorts of pain in the last 20 years with her MS, and she just wants her suffering to end. Dad was the opposite. He said he wants everything that can be done to keep him alive and kicking. I tend to side with Dad. I forget what Hunter said, though.
All of this sort of stuff really makes me question God's existence, though. What sort of God would want people to suffer or get jerked around like this? I want to be positive and to believe and Him, but everything is making it really hard for me to do so.
Today--just minutes ago--we got a letter via certified priority mail for Dad that he was called back to work. Keep in mind this letter was dated August 13th. And today he gets the call about the "oh no, that was a mistake" bullshit.
I don't know how many times I can say "bullshit" about this whole situation in this post, but it really is. It's BULLSHIT. Last year after the first time he was laid off, they called him back to work before they could "officially" lay him off. Then after over a year, they call him back. Then oh no! They made a mistake! No work for you! Why must Dad keep getting jerked around like this? Mom was saying on the phone, "Now I understand why people go on mad shooting sprees."
And for fuck's sake, if it's that bad, then maybe Dad needs to dip into whatever inheritance he has coming from Grandma Cozie. Or sell the goddamn house down there and all of that fancy antique stuff she has that we'll do nothing with up here. To hell with letting the money in the trust fund or whatever grow with interest, and to hell with whatever Hunter and I would receive if anything happens to Dad. If you need that money, then fucking USE IT.
(AND WHERE'S MY FUCKING TEA SET?!!! The one thing I wanted out of the house, that nice blue-and-white floral China tea set, and I still don't have it. FUCK!!!!)
Kevin's dad isn't doing too well, either, sad to say. It turns out he has cancer of the liver. Kevin had to make a hard decision regarding "DNR" (do not resuscitate) in case he takes a turn for the worst. He had a discussion with his dad, and I guess his dad wants them to try to resuscitate if it ever comes to that. Kevin's had a rough year. First Fester, and now this. I know he's trying very hard to be strong about it and hang in there, but the stress is wearing him down. And I feel so useless and the best I can do is just stick by him and be the good supportive girlfriend. It's just...like I said. I feel so useless.
Dad had to make that decision with Grandma Cozie, too. We (meaning me, Hunter, Mom and Dad) had a discussion about this sort of thing a couple of years ago. Mom does not want to be resuscitated in case she ever gets that bad; she's dealt with being in all sorts of pain in the last 20 years with her MS, and she just wants her suffering to end. Dad was the opposite. He said he wants everything that can be done to keep him alive and kicking. I tend to side with Dad. I forget what Hunter said, though.
All of this sort of stuff really makes me question God's existence, though. What sort of God would want people to suffer or get jerked around like this? I want to be positive and to believe and Him, but everything is making it really hard for me to do so.