I'm cleaning off the wallpaper and the wallpaper glue so we can paint the hallway. I'll do it 'cause it needs to be done and done right - because my brother and father both do half-assed jobs. So the whole time I'm there, just like last week, my father is watching TV and napping. He comes out of his room finally and says "You're still working on it?"
.... wtf?
I ask him what that's supposed to mean and he says "It's Sunday night. Nobody works on Sunday night." I ask when I'm supposed to work on this then. He answers, "during the week." ... wtf? Not happy. I ask when the hell I'm supposed to do it during the week - after I come home from work? He mumbles something and wanders off to go watch more tv.
Later, he returns to make some snide remarks, a condecending "you're doing a good job", and starts bitching at my brother. Now, admittedly, he doesn't do much, but still. My father says, "I want this done in two weeks." They there's is a shouting match with my brother saying that he can't do it in two weeks and he agreed to help, but when the hell is my father going to do anything. My father shouts back that he works all week (yeah, right). More arguing, mostly with my father repeating answers that make no sense, and my brother calmly, but sternly saying that basically my father doesn't do jack shit. My father finally wandered back to the tv. Heh.
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