Dad Strikes Again
Dad has really been pushing me to go to Court Reporter school even though I just got the job at Bill and Dave's. I'm not as interested in it now that I am employed again. Nevertheless, I went back down to the school this week and sat in on some of the classes to see if I really wanted to enroll or not. About ten minutes into the first class I was checking out, there was a commotion at the back of the room. The teacher stopped what he was saying and as we all turned around, I cringed at what I saw. It was Dad. He had followed me down to the school just so he could yell at me. I was completely embarrassed. I got up as fast as I could and got out of the classroom. As soon as I hit the hallway Dad started ripping into me and then stormed down the hallway towards the main office. I guess I was supposed to follow him? I stayed about ten feet behind him as he fumed his way through the school's buildings back towards the administrator's offices.
Students in crowds ahead of him must have figured out an angry weird man was coming through. I could see people parting to either side of the hallways to get out of his way. It was like Moses parting the Red Sea. I got alot of snickering and beady-eyed stares from them. When we got to the main office Dad barged into one of the head administrator's rooms and interrupted whatever he was doing at the time. I think Dad was trying to put me on the spot and get me to sign paperwork enrolling me in the school but I refused. After his antics at the school I never want to set foot in that place ever again.
In recent weeks Dad has taken every opportunity to yell at me about the same dumb stuff. It's always about work, or school. I've started calling him "Broken Record". He's been fighting with Mom alot. About what I have no clue, but he's informed me their fights are always my fault. Whatever. When I was a kid the guilt-trips he laid on me were harsh. After so many years of being guilt-tripped it doesn't have any effect on me anymore. I've mentioned he ought to drop the act 'cause it no workie no more but it went in one ear and right out the other, as usual.
He and I had another big showdown on Tuesday afternoon. At one in the afternoon I was just waking up from working the night shift. It was my morning. So I go upstairs to get some grub and not ten minutes after I sat down with a bowl of cereal in front of me, Dad comes out of fucking nowhere and starts laying into me about stupid shit. "Now that you have a job again you can start paying us rent. About 100 a month" he says. I didn't look up at him from the table and I said, "How about I move out". I didn't say this to him in a sarcastic tone of voice or anything. I just said it to him plain as day. "Oh. So you can go live with that eight-foot tall bald headed petunia?" said Dad. He was referring to Joe. Joe has been a good friend and a great person to live with. I ignored Dad's comment. Anyway I told him I was already moved out. He blew his stack and ranted about how I couldn't afford food or utilities, and other ridiculous junk. Dad has no clue how stupid he sounds every time he opens his mouth.
Dad hollered at me "After you're gone I'm going to fill that room of yours with cement!" I looked at him and said that once I'm gone it's his to do with as he pleases. I cared not. He muttered something about putting a 2x4 in my mouth and I asked him if he'd like me to put a 2x4 through his dopey skull. "Get up and try it so I can break a few bones and drop you off in front of the hospital." was his reply. Hey at least I'd get a ride to the E-room. Weeee.
Students in crowds ahead of him must have figured out an angry weird man was coming through. I could see people parting to either side of the hallways to get out of his way. It was like Moses parting the Red Sea. I got alot of snickering and beady-eyed stares from them. When we got to the main office Dad barged into one of the head administrator's rooms and interrupted whatever he was doing at the time. I think Dad was trying to put me on the spot and get me to sign paperwork enrolling me in the school but I refused. After his antics at the school I never want to set foot in that place ever again.
In recent weeks Dad has taken every opportunity to yell at me about the same dumb stuff. It's always about work, or school. I've started calling him "Broken Record". He's been fighting with Mom alot. About what I have no clue, but he's informed me their fights are always my fault. Whatever. When I was a kid the guilt-trips he laid on me were harsh. After so many years of being guilt-tripped it doesn't have any effect on me anymore. I've mentioned he ought to drop the act 'cause it no workie no more but it went in one ear and right out the other, as usual.
He and I had another big showdown on Tuesday afternoon. At one in the afternoon I was just waking up from working the night shift. It was my morning. So I go upstairs to get some grub and not ten minutes after I sat down with a bowl of cereal in front of me, Dad comes out of fucking nowhere and starts laying into me about stupid shit. "Now that you have a job again you can start paying us rent. About 100 a month" he says. I didn't look up at him from the table and I said, "How about I move out". I didn't say this to him in a sarcastic tone of voice or anything. I just said it to him plain as day. "Oh. So you can go live with that eight-foot tall bald headed petunia?" said Dad. He was referring to Joe. Joe has been a good friend and a great person to live with. I ignored Dad's comment. Anyway I told him I was already moved out. He blew his stack and ranted about how I couldn't afford food or utilities, and other ridiculous junk. Dad has no clue how stupid he sounds every time he opens his mouth.
Dad hollered at me "After you're gone I'm going to fill that room of yours with cement!" I looked at him and said that once I'm gone it's his to do with as he pleases. I cared not. He muttered something about putting a 2x4 in my mouth and I asked him if he'd like me to put a 2x4 through his dopey skull. "Get up and try it so I can break a few bones and drop you off in front of the hospital." was his reply. Hey at least I'd get a ride to the E-room. Weeee.
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