Filed under: Family, Work with tags: annoyances, arguments, father, sister (J), sleep deprivation, txt msgs, unavoided disasters
Hey everyone, thanks for the concern about yesterday. (Caity, sorry there wasn’t a block of Michelle text waiting for you!)
So… Sunday. I went to bed like really late, I stayed up to talk to Clay and then I fell asleep on him (I do this a lot, by the way), which wasn’t my intention at all. Then I woke up again at probably around 3:30am and we started talking again. And at this point, I’m like wide awake. I went to bed at around 1am-ish, so I only got a little over an hour of sleep. But I’m like wired, totally awake, and I stayed up until about… 6am, if memory serves. I said good night, head hit the pillow and I was out like a light. I woke up at around 10am, so I had a little over five hours of sleep in total to function on for Sunday. Which is never a good thing. But I did pretty okay in terms of being able to function.
My family and I went to my sister’s show (she’s in a show choir, so that was really awesome, they did a bunch of classics and some songs from musicals), so that was nice. Everything was fine up until sometime in the evening when my dad started complaining about the show (he didn’t know any of the songs, so he didn’t enjoy it as he also didn’t understand the lyrics as well) and how he had to go and how hot it was yesterday and then he got really mad at me for not putting something back (an exacto knife, if anyone’s curious – there’s like one in every room of my house – don’t ask why). And it wasn’t me that had moved it, so I was trying to defend myself and he just cuts me off and goes off about how I just always say that it isn’t me, even though he just knows that it always is me.
(Turns out that it was my mom that moved it and didn’t put it back – he didn’t apologize, he also didn’t yell at her, he just stalked off.)
So my rather cheerful mood just bottomed out after that. Hence last night’s entry. Which was all of like… Fourteen words.
So Monday! It was super sunny today and very hot at work. Luckily my cubicle is in an area with air conditioning – however it just makes everywhere else in the building seem very hot. I didn’t have a whole lot to do today. I had actually had stuff to do from 8am to about 1pm, but after that there wasn’t very much and I couldn’t find my boss anywhere to see if there was anything else he’d like for me to work on as he was in a meeting until about five minutes before I had to leave. So I wasn’t very productive today. I stayed hydrated, read the news online, did all my work, walked around, talked. It was… lazily productive, I’d say. Which isn’t saying a whole hell of a lot. But I tried to do more work, but I wasn’t about to interrupt the meeting since it was important.
But coming home was okay, I fell asleep in the car since it was so hot (even with the window down). However, everything fell apart once it was dinner time. Because my dad decided it was at that point that would be best to start asking me why I’m not applying for nursing classes for this September. The answer: I wasn’t eligible to apply for the program at my school when they were taking applications (in December). And then there was the question of why that wasn’t possible. And how I never plan anything. And how I’m not serious enough for school. And how everyone else can do a Bachelor’s degree in four years, instead of five like me (which is kind of funny… Considering both of my sisters did their BSc’s in five years instead of four – and I don’t think any of my friends are on the path to being able to complete their Bachelors in four years right now anyways!). And went on and on and on and on about that.
I mean, sure, it’s good that my dad cares about my education. I guess. But at the same time, he asked me the exact same question 3 times in 30 minutes. The exact same question. I answered it in the exact same way each time. My answer did not change, at all. And every single time I answered the question (about why I didn’t have enough credits, etc.) he got angrier and angrier. He actually came out and said that he thought I was “doing this” (i.e. taking more than four years to complete a degree) to spite him. Like I really see the connection between my completing a degree, graduating and getting a full time job and… him.
But to leave off on a less… I-am-upset note, here’s a text message that I sent to Kelsey today:
I’m learning the hard way how stupid people can be. How hard is it to understand that something cannot be on and off at the same time?
How did your Monday go?