Disch
07-23-2002, 02:57 AM
Ok, story starts a while ago... maybe a month ago. My dad buys a used car in Florida (we live in Souther Cali). Don't ask me why he decided to buy a car when we have more fully operational cars than people living in our house, OR why he bought one across the country, but he did.
I wouldn't really care at all, but he wanted me to fly down there with him and drive back.
Now here's something I hate to admit... I am prejudice against the south. I hate myself for it, I wish it weren't so, but I can't change it. When I think of the south or southerners, bad thoughts come to mind. /wwwthreads/images/icons/frown.gif. If there were 2 things about me that I could change, this would be one.
So anyway, back on the point. He keeps asking me to go with him and I really don't want to:
A) at the time he asked me.. I had work (this was before I freaked out and quit), and there wasn't enough notice to ask off of work.
B) I hate road trips. They're long, boring, and they make you feel dirty.
C) I hate flying
D) I hate the south... and most of the roadtrip would be trough the south... and the rest of it would be through a big ass desert.
E) This is in July. Deserts are hot in July. And the south is hot and muggy as hell.
F) This is in a used car that I've never been in before. Who knows what is smells like, how well it runs, how comfortable it is, etc
So I say I don't want to go.... over and over and over.
So my dad chills for a while. And I cool off and start work up again... same place as before (they like me there so they weren't too pissed about me just quitting like that). My mom sets it all up (it saves us both some time... since she works there too).... she talks to the GM and says she can't schedule me next week.... then like the next day a different manager tells her I work Tuesday and Friday as my first 2 shifts. She relays the message to me and all is dandy (this is important later)
So one day my dad flips out and starts a big old shpiel.
"[Disch]... you HAVE to come on this trip with me.... you're mother is going to Milwaukee to visit Grandma, and you can't stay in this house all by yourself. "
WTF, I'm 19 years old... I can manage the house for 5 days. Jesus H. Christ.
So here is where I totally stress out. One thing about my dad is he's HELLA intimidating. I start dreading the trip (and by 'dreading' I mean "DREADING"). So I break down AGAIN (very similar to what happened when I quit my job... only not quite as bad).
My dad witnesses me stressing out and starts saying horrible things. I don't understand what he could've been thinking, but he was only making things much much worse. He started talking about how this kind of attitude would get me institutionalized and shit. So now I'm like REALLY REALLY stressing.
My mom totally sees what's going on and jumps on my dad trying to get him off my back. Then my dad gets totally pissed and storms out the back door. I grabbed this opportunity to run to my room. In my room I just chill out for a while to calm myself down... but it's next to impossible to do... especially since I can hear my mom and dad fighting (which goes on for like 15 or so minutes)
Then my mom comes in my room, on the verge of tears and tells me that I have the option to go on this trip with dad, or go visit my sister in San Fransisco... but there is absolutly NO way that I'll be able to stay home. I jump on the chance to go visit my sis (obviously)
So anyway, this is totally last minute. We call my sister and arrange her to come down and pick me up, then drive back up so Frisco. I'd stay there for a week, and my mom would drive up to pick me up on Tuesday (the first day I work), then I could just go to work.
My sister is like totally sympathetic to my situation. We're also like really good friends. She once told me that she'd do anything for me... and she was totally sincere.
So anyway, her and her gf drive down, pick me up and drive back... but they both work... a lot. So most of the time I just chill in their apartment by myself.
While I'm there, my mom calls up and tells me that she messed up with the work schedule and that I actually worked THIS Tuesday and Friday... not next week. So shitty... more to stress about.
So here I am in Frisco... it's nice being with my sis, but damn... most of the time I'm bored out of my mind. And whenever I get bored, I start getting REALLY pissed at my dad.
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I wouldn't really care at all, but he wanted me to fly down there with him and drive back.
Now here's something I hate to admit... I am prejudice against the south. I hate myself for it, I wish it weren't so, but I can't change it. When I think of the south or southerners, bad thoughts come to mind. /wwwthreads/images/icons/frown.gif. If there were 2 things about me that I could change, this would be one.
So anyway, back on the point. He keeps asking me to go with him and I really don't want to:
A) at the time he asked me.. I had work (this was before I freaked out and quit), and there wasn't enough notice to ask off of work.
B) I hate road trips. They're long, boring, and they make you feel dirty.
C) I hate flying
D) I hate the south... and most of the roadtrip would be trough the south... and the rest of it would be through a big ass desert.
E) This is in July. Deserts are hot in July. And the south is hot and muggy as hell.
F) This is in a used car that I've never been in before. Who knows what is smells like, how well it runs, how comfortable it is, etc
So I say I don't want to go.... over and over and over.
So my dad chills for a while. And I cool off and start work up again... same place as before (they like me there so they weren't too pissed about me just quitting like that). My mom sets it all up (it saves us both some time... since she works there too).... she talks to the GM and says she can't schedule me next week.... then like the next day a different manager tells her I work Tuesday and Friday as my first 2 shifts. She relays the message to me and all is dandy (this is important later)
So one day my dad flips out and starts a big old shpiel.
"[Disch]... you HAVE to come on this trip with me.... you're mother is going to Milwaukee to visit Grandma, and you can't stay in this house all by yourself. "
WTF, I'm 19 years old... I can manage the house for 5 days. Jesus H. Christ.
So here is where I totally stress out. One thing about my dad is he's HELLA intimidating. I start dreading the trip (and by 'dreading' I mean "DREADING"). So I break down AGAIN (very similar to what happened when I quit my job... only not quite as bad).
My dad witnesses me stressing out and starts saying horrible things. I don't understand what he could've been thinking, but he was only making things much much worse. He started talking about how this kind of attitude would get me institutionalized and shit. So now I'm like REALLY REALLY stressing.
My mom totally sees what's going on and jumps on my dad trying to get him off my back. Then my dad gets totally pissed and storms out the back door. I grabbed this opportunity to run to my room. In my room I just chill out for a while to calm myself down... but it's next to impossible to do... especially since I can hear my mom and dad fighting (which goes on for like 15 or so minutes)
Then my mom comes in my room, on the verge of tears and tells me that I have the option to go on this trip with dad, or go visit my sister in San Fransisco... but there is absolutly NO way that I'll be able to stay home. I jump on the chance to go visit my sis (obviously)
So anyway, this is totally last minute. We call my sister and arrange her to come down and pick me up, then drive back up so Frisco. I'd stay there for a week, and my mom would drive up to pick me up on Tuesday (the first day I work), then I could just go to work.
My sister is like totally sympathetic to my situation. We're also like really good friends. She once told me that she'd do anything for me... and she was totally sincere.
So anyway, her and her gf drive down, pick me up and drive back... but they both work... a lot. So most of the time I just chill in their apartment by myself.
While I'm there, my mom calls up and tells me that she messed up with the work schedule and that I actually worked THIS Tuesday and Friday... not next week. So shitty... more to stress about.
So here I am in Frisco... it's nice being with my sis, but damn... most of the time I'm bored out of my mind. And whenever I get bored, I start getting REALLY pissed at my dad.
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