Why my father is an ass.
Feb. 24th, 2003 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriYou'd think I'd be used to it by now, wouldn't you? It's not news that my father is a complete and utter asshole, but sometimes it still surprises me. Anyway, it's cut for people who want to skip it - my night in the company of the idiot. AKA how I missed Alias.
Yesterday, my mother and I had to drop my brother off at a friend's house and then we went to Barnes & Noble. I bought another copy of the Alias: Declassified book for JJ Abrams to sign and two magazines to read on the plane. Still can't find that GQ with Michael Vartan, though...
We're on our way out of B&N and mom gets a call from my father. I'm not really sure what's going on, but it's something about a downed tree and the house being on fire. Okay... We get out to the car and the security people are calling her asking about the tripped alarm and if we still wanted the cops to go to the house. Uh, no because apparently my father has called the fire department. We give them the code and I guess it's set. Mom checks her voice mail - there are three messages from him, one that's really calm and the other two with him yelling and screaming and swearing. Okay, we still don't know what's going on. He calls back yelling that he couldn't get through (no shit, she was talking to the security people taking care of something he should have damn well been able to do). He says that a tree knocked down a powerline and that it's on fire and apparently no one cares if the house goes up in flames. And why were the cops there? Well, he doesn't now. "All of a sudden" the alarm went off and then the cops were there and now he's pissed that he has to pay them a $55 service charge. First of all, the alarm doesn't just "go off" and second, if it did accidentally go off, the cops don't just show up, the security company calls to verify what's going on. Now, if the power was off, the alarm would beep becaue it's not getting power. It's very easy to turn off that annoying sound - it's not a problem. No, my father being the genius he is, doesn't know how to turn it off (which is why he called my mother to begin with) so he probably pressed every single button on that pad - which is a panic indicator for them to dispatch the police immediately.
All right, whatever, he's yelling and I guess it's best that we go home and see what's going on. We get there and - okay, there's the tree on the powerline. Uhm, but there's no fire. No trace that there even was a fire. Out front, there's a fire truck, two fire dept. cars, and the cable company. Hrm.. which one of these doesn't belong? Apparently in his panic he called everyone he could think of. The man is 55 years old and he can't figure out who to call and how to turn off the damn alarm. Whatever. So, we decide since we can't get in this way, we'll go around. He calls us up on the cell (yelling, of course) that we should just tell them that we live here and to let us through. Yeah, right, like that's gonna happen. We tell him we're just going to go around. He tell us that the line is down and hangs up. Um, okay. That's not very helpful. So we keep on driving. He calls back and screams that we can't go that way and didn't he tell us already? No, I'm pretty sure you just yelled at us and then hung up. Finally, he spits out the fact that the line is down in the road and you can't go that way. Well, you know, if you had said that to begin with... fine, whatever. We go back around, park on the sidewalk, tell the guy we live there and go in the house.
What greets me? The sound and sight of his trailer trash, redneck friend having a grand ol' time and my father joking and laughing with him about the situation. What. The. Fuck. I blow him off and head to my room. I have a look out the window and not only is the tree that is 40 feet from the house not on fire, but the live wire that's sparking near the tree is probably not going to set anything on fire due to the freezing, 20-50mph wind that knocked the dead tree down to begin with.
Back in my room, I check my voice mail and there's a message from my father yelling at me. I hear him walking through the hallway so I shout, "There's no need to call me and yell at me when I don't even have my phone because it's dead and in my room!" He has some lame apology like, "Oh, I didn't know." Yeah, you didn't know, you still didn't need to call and yell at me. He then tells me he wasn't yelling at me, he was yelling at my mother. Through my phone? Fuck that. I don't remember what he said but it was something stupid like he took care of everything and my mother didn't do a damn thing. I definitely followed his ass back out into the hallway and told him that it wasn't taking care of everything when you're freaking out and calling everyone known to man and not knowing how to turn off the alarm and some other shit. I dunno. It was kind of a blur. I do know my mother came and stopped me and pushed me back into my room.
Mom is sort of panicing, even though there's no reason to, and is taking our important documents and such out and getting them ready in case we have to leave in a hurry. *shrug* It gives her something to do. My father then comes to see what she's doing and tells her that there's no need to do that and fuck it, why doesn't she just take it to her car and leave it outside just in case. She asks him if he's being serious or sarcastic. He says he's being serious, but obviously he's not. He goes away. Next thing I hear is my father talking to his lacky Sabre (my father doesn't have friends), his loser girlfriend and some other idiot, making fun of my mom for taking her jewelry out and that she's saving her stuff only. Fucking asshole. Surprisingly, my mom has the guts to finally say something and tells him that she's not just saving her stuff and I dunno.. some other things. I can't remember all of it. Apparently, those females who were so eager to laugh and agree with my father were nodding their heads agreeing with my mother. She storms off and these rednecks continue to make fun of her. Apparently, it's a running joke for the remainder of their stay.
For a guy who was having some kind of panic attack an hour before, he's got some kind of nerve to be making fun of her now for making sure that things like birth certificates and passports were easily removed should something happen. Oh, yes, I find out that our power is not really out, but that Saber suggested that we turn it off as to not increase the chance of fire outside. Um. Our having power and increasing the chance of fire outside are not related. Either we have power or we don't. Everyone else on this block has power, so us turning it off - retarded and not helpful.
Somewhere inbetween I slip in some biting remarks and glares. What I really wanted to do is to take a heavy pan out of the kitchen and beat him to death with it.
His friends finally leave and I expected him to come and yell at us some more. Hm. Nope, he takes a look out the sliding glass door where we're watching the non-fire and says calmly that there's not going to be a fire and we should go do something else. Screw you, you spaz. If there wasn't a problem, there was no need to call us and yell at us. Obviously this is not a huge thing! He goes to his room to sleep because it's "freezing." Then why don't you turn the damn power back on?
At 6, we had to go pick up my brother from his friend's. We tell father that and he tells us that we should taking him out to eat. Um, why? Because the power's out and it's cold. In fact, tonight, we should all sleep in the basement. ... Eh? Whatever. The part that galls me the most - my mom still wants me to ask him what we want to bring back for him to eat.
On the way, my mother says that I shouldn't fight her battles for her. I don't. This is not her battle. When my father calls and yells at me to yell at her; when he badmouths my brother; when he gets his redneck friends to make fun of everyone in this family, it's not just her battle. It involves all of us and if I'm the only who has the backbone to say anything, then so be it. We get my brother, explain it all to him, and he agrees that my father is an idiot.
While we're deciding where to go to eat, I figure, fuck it - let's go home. This is some sort of weird ploy so that he can tell people that he had to stay home and watch things while my mother took us out to spend money and eat and have a good time. My plan - go home, break out the sterno stove and heat some soup and noodles. It's a good plan.
We get home, and my father is walking around wielding a flashlight like it's some sort of weapon. First of all, we have two dozen candles in the house - light them, you twit. We explain that we're just going to heat some soup. He immediately wants to take over and forces us all out of the way. WTF? Idiot proof plan was three cans of soup and some rice noodles. He's making this much too complicated wanting to throw in stuff from the fridge and vegetables and eggs and whatever else. No, you botard, the idea is to NOT open the fridge or make this difficult! Whatever.
I think I've rambled enough about this, but I have these closing remarks. During the course of the night, my father reveals that:
+ He's never made dinner without power before (a lie)
+ he's never had to sleep in a house without power during the winter (a big lie)
+ he didn't know that you could use a phone card to dial internationally and he didn't know that you could use it with a cellphone. After I spent 10 minutes explaining it to him, I still don't think he understands the concept.
+ he's dumb enough to use a gas fireplace in an enclosed area and leave it on while he sleeps.
So... Oz taped Alias for me, but he's not sure if it was done proper. (His mother may have changed the channel during it). Anyone have a copy just in case? :( I somehow feel this is a bad omen for my trip. *sigh*
Yesterday, my mother and I had to drop my brother off at a friend's house and then we went to Barnes & Noble. I bought another copy of the Alias: Declassified book for JJ Abrams to sign and two magazines to read on the plane. Still can't find that GQ with Michael Vartan, though...
We're on our way out of B&N and mom gets a call from my father. I'm not really sure what's going on, but it's something about a downed tree and the house being on fire. Okay... We get out to the car and the security people are calling her asking about the tripped alarm and if we still wanted the cops to go to the house. Uh, no because apparently my father has called the fire department. We give them the code and I guess it's set. Mom checks her voice mail - there are three messages from him, one that's really calm and the other two with him yelling and screaming and swearing. Okay, we still don't know what's going on. He calls back yelling that he couldn't get through (no shit, she was talking to the security people taking care of something he should have damn well been able to do). He says that a tree knocked down a powerline and that it's on fire and apparently no one cares if the house goes up in flames. And why were the cops there? Well, he doesn't now. "All of a sudden" the alarm went off and then the cops were there and now he's pissed that he has to pay them a $55 service charge. First of all, the alarm doesn't just "go off" and second, if it did accidentally go off, the cops don't just show up, the security company calls to verify what's going on. Now, if the power was off, the alarm would beep becaue it's not getting power. It's very easy to turn off that annoying sound - it's not a problem. No, my father being the genius he is, doesn't know how to turn it off (which is why he called my mother to begin with) so he probably pressed every single button on that pad - which is a panic indicator for them to dispatch the police immediately.
All right, whatever, he's yelling and I guess it's best that we go home and see what's going on. We get there and - okay, there's the tree on the powerline. Uhm, but there's no fire. No trace that there even was a fire. Out front, there's a fire truck, two fire dept. cars, and the cable company. Hrm.. which one of these doesn't belong? Apparently in his panic he called everyone he could think of. The man is 55 years old and he can't figure out who to call and how to turn off the damn alarm. Whatever. So, we decide since we can't get in this way, we'll go around. He calls us up on the cell (yelling, of course) that we should just tell them that we live here and to let us through. Yeah, right, like that's gonna happen. We tell him we're just going to go around. He tell us that the line is down and hangs up. Um, okay. That's not very helpful. So we keep on driving. He calls back and screams that we can't go that way and didn't he tell us already? No, I'm pretty sure you just yelled at us and then hung up. Finally, he spits out the fact that the line is down in the road and you can't go that way. Well, you know, if you had said that to begin with... fine, whatever. We go back around, park on the sidewalk, tell the guy we live there and go in the house.
What greets me? The sound and sight of his trailer trash, redneck friend having a grand ol' time and my father joking and laughing with him about the situation. What. The. Fuck. I blow him off and head to my room. I have a look out the window and not only is the tree that is 40 feet from the house not on fire, but the live wire that's sparking near the tree is probably not going to set anything on fire due to the freezing, 20-50mph wind that knocked the dead tree down to begin with.
Back in my room, I check my voice mail and there's a message from my father yelling at me. I hear him walking through the hallway so I shout, "There's no need to call me and yell at me when I don't even have my phone because it's dead and in my room!" He has some lame apology like, "Oh, I didn't know." Yeah, you didn't know, you still didn't need to call and yell at me. He then tells me he wasn't yelling at me, he was yelling at my mother. Through my phone? Fuck that. I don't remember what he said but it was something stupid like he took care of everything and my mother didn't do a damn thing. I definitely followed his ass back out into the hallway and told him that it wasn't taking care of everything when you're freaking out and calling everyone known to man and not knowing how to turn off the alarm and some other shit. I dunno. It was kind of a blur. I do know my mother came and stopped me and pushed me back into my room.
Mom is sort of panicing, even though there's no reason to, and is taking our important documents and such out and getting them ready in case we have to leave in a hurry. *shrug* It gives her something to do. My father then comes to see what she's doing and tells her that there's no need to do that and fuck it, why doesn't she just take it to her car and leave it outside just in case. She asks him if he's being serious or sarcastic. He says he's being serious, but obviously he's not. He goes away. Next thing I hear is my father talking to his lacky Sabre (my father doesn't have friends), his loser girlfriend and some other idiot, making fun of my mom for taking her jewelry out and that she's saving her stuff only. Fucking asshole. Surprisingly, my mom has the guts to finally say something and tells him that she's not just saving her stuff and I dunno.. some other things. I can't remember all of it. Apparently, those females who were so eager to laugh and agree with my father were nodding their heads agreeing with my mother. She storms off and these rednecks continue to make fun of her. Apparently, it's a running joke for the remainder of their stay.
For a guy who was having some kind of panic attack an hour before, he's got some kind of nerve to be making fun of her now for making sure that things like birth certificates and passports were easily removed should something happen. Oh, yes, I find out that our power is not really out, but that Saber suggested that we turn it off as to not increase the chance of fire outside. Um. Our having power and increasing the chance of fire outside are not related. Either we have power or we don't. Everyone else on this block has power, so us turning it off - retarded and not helpful.
Somewhere inbetween I slip in some biting remarks and glares. What I really wanted to do is to take a heavy pan out of the kitchen and beat him to death with it.
His friends finally leave and I expected him to come and yell at us some more. Hm. Nope, he takes a look out the sliding glass door where we're watching the non-fire and says calmly that there's not going to be a fire and we should go do something else. Screw you, you spaz. If there wasn't a problem, there was no need to call us and yell at us. Obviously this is not a huge thing! He goes to his room to sleep because it's "freezing." Then why don't you turn the damn power back on?
At 6, we had to go pick up my brother from his friend's. We tell father that and he tells us that we should taking him out to eat. Um, why? Because the power's out and it's cold. In fact, tonight, we should all sleep in the basement. ... Eh? Whatever. The part that galls me the most - my mom still wants me to ask him what we want to bring back for him to eat.
On the way, my mother says that I shouldn't fight her battles for her. I don't. This is not her battle. When my father calls and yells at me to yell at her; when he badmouths my brother; when he gets his redneck friends to make fun of everyone in this family, it's not just her battle. It involves all of us and if I'm the only who has the backbone to say anything, then so be it. We get my brother, explain it all to him, and he agrees that my father is an idiot.
While we're deciding where to go to eat, I figure, fuck it - let's go home. This is some sort of weird ploy so that he can tell people that he had to stay home and watch things while my mother took us out to spend money and eat and have a good time. My plan - go home, break out the sterno stove and heat some soup and noodles. It's a good plan.
We get home, and my father is walking around wielding a flashlight like it's some sort of weapon. First of all, we have two dozen candles in the house - light them, you twit. We explain that we're just going to heat some soup. He immediately wants to take over and forces us all out of the way. WTF? Idiot proof plan was three cans of soup and some rice noodles. He's making this much too complicated wanting to throw in stuff from the fridge and vegetables and eggs and whatever else. No, you botard, the idea is to NOT open the fridge or make this difficult! Whatever.
I think I've rambled enough about this, but I have these closing remarks. During the course of the night, my father reveals that:
+ He's never made dinner without power before (a lie)
+ he's never had to sleep in a house without power during the winter (a big lie)
+ he didn't know that you could use a phone card to dial internationally and he didn't know that you could use it with a cellphone. After I spent 10 minutes explaining it to him, I still don't think he understands the concept.
+ he's dumb enough to use a gas fireplace in an enclosed area and leave it on while he sleeps.
So... Oz taped Alias for me, but he's not sure if it was done proper. (His mother may have changed the channel during it). Anyone have a copy just in case? :( I somehow feel this is a bad omen for my trip. *sigh*
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Date: 2003-02-24 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-24 12:27 pm (UTC)That's all there is to it, really. :(
Don't worry - this is not an omen for your trip. If anything, it means it will be better than ever, to make up for all the crap you have to put up with from the eejit father. *nods*
Have a ball, sweety. *mwah*
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Date: 2003-02-25 01:35 am (UTC)JESUS!
Are you kidding me? People like this actually exist?? And I thought I had problems with my parents. They are saints next to your father. Dumb asshole...I'm surprised your mother hasn't snapped and had him castrated yet. Sigh. Well, good luck with the rest of your break.
Bob
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Date: 2003-02-25 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-02-25 07:40 am (UTC)Re: JESUS!
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