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|No, I didn't hate my job, but now I'm on the prowl for a new one-- Dodging some of the most annoying shit to ever hit in my direction.|
Okay, so I'm out of work right now. Apparently there wasn't enough work at my old job (job coach for developmentally disabled people, which my friend, upon hearing that, dubbed it Retard Wrangling, and thus it shall always be). I almost had enough money to buy a computer, but not quite. Oh well, time to search for a new job.
In the meantime, I'm getting tired of dealing with my step-dad, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. He does some dumb stuff (destroying two $500 chairs, which my grandfather gave me), and I'm randomly angry due to, I'm pretty sure hypoglycemia or something. His amazing ability to eat *CONSTANTLY*, then throw away something that I eat astounds me (see here ).
Here are some other things I've been dealing with, more or less for the past 6 months.
"So you're into computers" "yes" "so you know how to program and stuff" "yes" "Well, I'm learning how to program in HTML" "Here's a cookie" "but I can't figure out how to do $whatever." "well, to do $whatever, you use this construct." "well, I've been using frontpage to do it, and I don't see that option" "great. Why are you still talking? If you won't do it the way I suggest, and you're using something that *CAN"T* do it that way, well?"
I'll introduce him to a friend, he'll ask the friend some dumb question, such as
friend: "Yeah, I met Bob through certain other friends, because we're all into $whatever."
step-dad: "so you're into $whatever?"
friend (looking annoyed to me): "yes"
A (very ADD) friend of mine nearly killing him over misusing some SCA equipment, and pawing all over some armor after specifically telling him not to touch.
See here. as an update, this is still happening, on a biweekly basis. I've gotten out of the car and done it three times-- I've yet to have a taker, though I've gotten some very weird looks from the church and elderly homes that I was in front of two of the times.
Every two days (Note the astounding lack of repeating myself in this log-- It'll just depress me to do it 100% like reality-- which usually has three "well, we don't need another line we've already got one" and "why can't I have two dsl lines on one phone line" and usually the odd "what if we just went out and buy a router (to which I answer go the fuck ahead, but it'll cost upwards of 50 dollars and you're such a tight-ass it's never gonna happen)):
"Can we get another one of these (DSL Modem)"
"Not if you want to use it"
"well how much would it cost?"
"Ummm, lets see. the same thing I told you last time. That's 15/mo for the phone line plus 60/mo for the dsl, plus 150 for the modem just because I don't think you understand that is 75 FUCKING DOLLARS A MONTH.
"why will it cost so much"
"because all I have to fucking do is unbury the computer that you shoved about two DECADES worth of paperwork onto for no apparent reason, then moved it while I was away at lunch, singlehandedly fucking up about 4 hours of futzing with the init files to get it to act as a fuckin' router, and making it so it wouldn't boot anymore. As soon as it is set up, I'll never have to hear this shit again, you'll never have to bitch again, and I'll be able to GO ON MY MERRY FUCKING WAY WITHOUT YOU ASKING ME HOW MUCH IT WOULD COST TO GET ANOTHER FUCKING DSL MODEM"
These are all I can think of right now-- I'm too tired to think of more examples. Trust me, there are enough for three or four new GFD's. Rest assured, it's not just my step dad-- but right now he's the one I feel like picking on.
I'm hoping to move out of the area soon. I'm hoping and I'm praying, and I'm looking in as wide a range as possible-- because if this goes on much longer, I might take drastic measures-- Like sell my jeep and live on teh streets in santa cruz, rather than deal with this shit anymore.
I feel much better now. Bed time!