Twelve projects in eleven more days. I’m pretty sure they expect me to get at least the first draft of everything done. Which is great, they don’t expect it to be all spic and span and absolutely wonderful. But at the same time: twelve projects in eleven days. I cannot touch 5 of those projects until the 25th because D decided to go to Florida (on business, but still). He’s the critical key component of those five projects and he left. He didn’t read any of the documents over before he left. And seriously? So not helping with any of this. Three of the manuals that have passed the first-draft stage aren’t going to be reviewed again until the 27th when M comes back from his 2.5 week vacation, so I will be spending my last five days at work scrambling to get 5 procedures done and 3 manuals completed. Great, I’m just so excited for that, you cannot even being to comprehend it - I can barely comprehend it.

Also, I came home and ate dinner. I got yelled at by my father because I am “incapable” of taking my video tape out of the vcr (I tape General Hospital so I can watch it when I get home) by myself. I also got yelled at for putting my feet on the couch (please note, we don’t wear shoes around the house like some households do). Oh, and to top it all off, I go downstairs to turn on my laptop and I notice that the chair has been lowered and the keyboard cover that I put to keep the oils from my fingers on the keys from getting onto my laptop screen is off to the side, and lying flat. Whenever I open my computer, I roll it up and set it to the side, it was on top of my printer instead. So I just checked the history in Firefox, there was nothing for today. I checked the history for Internet Explorer and, guess what, there’s stuff there! And I checked out the websites and it’s the sites that I know my father has been looking at lately (vacation stuff - please, someone take him away from me for a month or two!). And it’s also sites that I know that my father is perfectly capable of looking at on his own fucking computer. I questioned why he was on my computer and his answer was that he wanted to use a cd burning program that my computer has, which was bullshit because his computer has the exact same one (his answer was ‘No it doesn’t'). I ended up turning on the computer just to point out to him that he has the exact same program right on the desktop. I don’t know if I can handle 3-4 more years of this. 3-4 more years of having to live under the same roof as the man who’s so fucking bored that he has to go through the stuff in my room and use my laptop and go through my files and just question every single fucking thing that I ever do. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. People say that blood is thicker than water and I just laugh at that right now. Who the fuck cares if it’s thicker than water? Blood is blood is blood. It doesn’t give him the right to go through my things because he’s going on a ‘hunch’ that I have something to hide. I’m not twelve. I’m eighteen. I’m not having sex, I don’t drink in the house, I don’t drink excessively, I don’t party, I don’t have a fake id, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs, I don’t do anything illegal beyond jaywalking so I really don’t see how there’s a ‘hunch’ that I’m doing something wrong. My father needs a hobby. One beyond ‘going through Michelle’s things’.