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i have something on my mind. its nagging me. and my parents are nagging me.
it seems petty and insignificant, in fact, that's my main argument. but their's is that its not.
they want me to save my tips in an envelope, and deposit them at the end of the week. i say i'd like to keep my tips for spending money. after all, i'm making sevenfifty an hour, twenty hours a week. i feel like its not to much to ask as reward for how hard i'm working. they say twenty bucks a week in tips is a grand a year, which is true, and a damn good argument. but god i get depressed not seeing anything out of my work. jim works a hell of a lot harder than me, but for a seventeen year old, i think i work pretty hard. i go to school seven hours, then immediately go to work for another six. i leave work and go to chris's house to tutor him for NHS hours, and go home and do my homework. thats any day but mondays, when i go to chris's house after school, and then Boy Scouts. [i've started my eagle project!]
it's really discouraging putting everything away. but at the same time, i know what kind of a monetary crises my parents are having, and here i am spending my money on records.
dad yelled at me for my record collection. i had half a mind to yell at him about golfing. not because i think he shouldn't be golfing, but because that's what he does for fun. i collect music for fun, its what i like to do, and he doesn't understand that. he spends tons more than i do everytime he goes golfing than i do on records in a month, with the exception of the occasional andys-depressed-record-shopping-spree, but i've only done that twice. its all very discouraging. not only do i have to save every cent i make, but i should be ashamed of my hobbies, because they will "keep me from going to college".
and like i said, i started my god damn eagle project! how long have they been nagging me incessantly. i finally got the message, and i haven't gotten a wink of encouragement. i told dad about my plan to help the church, and he tells me i can't. he says he won't let me do it there. i pick something, i get it rolling, and he tells me its not good enough. what the fuck. i mentioned that as a last resort in accumulating funds for the project, we could tap my savings account a little. he shit himself.
i wish he would just leave me alone and let me work it all out on my own. i know he's trying to help, but honestly, sometimes i feel like he's just trying to help his own pocket book. he says he's probably going to start depositing my allowance directly into my account.
should i feel as guilty as he's making me for wanting to hold onto my tips? i spend all of my allowance on groceries. a little extra is nice to have, when i have the time to spend it. should i be depositing my tips?
i feel like dropping out of life.
but instead, i'm going to take a bubble bath.
[werd]
it seems petty and insignificant, in fact, that's my main argument. but their's is that its not.
they want me to save my tips in an envelope, and deposit them at the end of the week. i say i'd like to keep my tips for spending money. after all, i'm making sevenfifty an hour, twenty hours a week. i feel like its not to much to ask as reward for how hard i'm working. they say twenty bucks a week in tips is a grand a year, which is true, and a damn good argument. but god i get depressed not seeing anything out of my work. jim works a hell of a lot harder than me, but for a seventeen year old, i think i work pretty hard. i go to school seven hours, then immediately go to work for another six. i leave work and go to chris's house to tutor him for NHS hours, and go home and do my homework. thats any day but mondays, when i go to chris's house after school, and then Boy Scouts. [i've started my eagle project!]
it's really discouraging putting everything away. but at the same time, i know what kind of a monetary crises my parents are having, and here i am spending my money on records.
dad yelled at me for my record collection. i had half a mind to yell at him about golfing. not because i think he shouldn't be golfing, but because that's what he does for fun. i collect music for fun, its what i like to do, and he doesn't understand that. he spends tons more than i do everytime he goes golfing than i do on records in a month, with the exception of the occasional andys-depressed-record-shopping-spree, but i've only done that twice. its all very discouraging. not only do i have to save every cent i make, but i should be ashamed of my hobbies, because they will "keep me from going to college".
and like i said, i started my god damn eagle project! how long have they been nagging me incessantly. i finally got the message, and i haven't gotten a wink of encouragement. i told dad about my plan to help the church, and he tells me i can't. he says he won't let me do it there. i pick something, i get it rolling, and he tells me its not good enough. what the fuck. i mentioned that as a last resort in accumulating funds for the project, we could tap my savings account a little. he shit himself.
i wish he would just leave me alone and let me work it all out on my own. i know he's trying to help, but honestly, sometimes i feel like he's just trying to help his own pocket book. he says he's probably going to start depositing my allowance directly into my account.
should i feel as guilty as he's making me for wanting to hold onto my tips? i spend all of my allowance on groceries. a little extra is nice to have, when i have the time to spend it. should i be depositing my tips?
i feel like dropping out of life.
but instead, i'm going to take a bubble bath.
[werd]