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Oh for frell's sake...
Jun. 3rd, 2002 10:33 pmYou have got to be kidding me. Now he wants me to be his frelling accountant! He wants me to take every single invoice for his translation assignments from 2001 and 2002 and put them into a database (he thinks). We're talking at least 4 assignments a week.
First of all - that is so not going to happen. Second of all - he can't even explain what he wants me to do so how the hell am I supposed to do it?
This all came about because the idiot can't keep track of his own paychecks. He claims he's missing some, but he doesn't know because he probably threw out most of the check stubs. So.. how the hell am I supposed to know if he got paid?
Fuck that shit. I am not spending my summer doing his stupid tasks. My father is 50 years old and should be capable of doing this shit all by himself. Which he actually isn't. He has my brother doing everything for him, including eBay bids and transactions. He'll call my brother from work to make sure he bids on something. What the fuck? Grow the hell up, you ass.
In other "My father is a moron" news, mom had to drive him to the hospital Saturday night because he was complaining about stomach cramps. We all knew it was either lactose intolerance (he has a reuben w/cheese for lunch) or a virus. It was, of course, the latter. But you should have heard the way he was whining like he was dying. It was hardly that bad. Unfortunately.
Eh, I suppose I should get some sleep now.
First of all - that is so not going to happen. Second of all - he can't even explain what he wants me to do so how the hell am I supposed to do it?
This all came about because the idiot can't keep track of his own paychecks. He claims he's missing some, but he doesn't know because he probably threw out most of the check stubs. So.. how the hell am I supposed to know if he got paid?
Fuck that shit. I am not spending my summer doing his stupid tasks. My father is 50 years old and should be capable of doing this shit all by himself. Which he actually isn't. He has my brother doing everything for him, including eBay bids and transactions. He'll call my brother from work to make sure he bids on something. What the fuck? Grow the hell up, you ass.
In other "My father is a moron" news, mom had to drive him to the hospital Saturday night because he was complaining about stomach cramps. We all knew it was either lactose intolerance (he has a reuben w/cheese for lunch) or a virus. It was, of course, the latter. But you should have heard the way he was whining like he was dying. It was hardly that bad. Unfortunately.
Eh, I suppose I should get some sleep now.
