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amezriAnd the award for laziest, responsibility shirking bastard goes to.... yes, yes, my father.
First, let me just say that when mom and I came home yesterday, he was on the couch and the first words out of his mouth were, "so are you cooking or what?" ::kicks him::
Anyway, today... Had the normal errand running morning of going with mom to drop off dogs for grooming, dropping film off at Walmart, and getting some food from Sam's Club because, well, we need to eat :-P
Came home to find my father laying on the couch, watching TV. No big surprise there. I go down the hall to my room and... all over the floor is wallpaper that he's ripped off the wall. There's a big bucket of soapy water and a sponge that he's using to.. eh.. I guess loosen the glue. Apparently he's working on it, but in his usual inefficient matter, which is wiping the wall with water then walking away to let it "soak." Logically, that works.. if you keep applying water and leave it to soak for about 30 seconds. If you come back 15 minutes later, it's already dried again!
So as we're (me, mom & bro) eating lunch, he comes into the kitchen and tells my brother that he needs to "help" work on the wall during the week. Then he says to my brother, "why don't you ask your sister and mother to help you?" Um. WTF? You're going to be home for the next three days because you don't have cases - AGAIN. Do it yourself! So I said, "Are you telling Jon to ask me to help you do the wall, or are you asking me for help?" He says he's asking me.
After lunch, my mother wants to go work on the wall, to help my brother out. Fine. Let's not forget that this is my father's brilliant project, by the way. So for an hour and a half, the three of us are there soaking the wall, ripping off paper, and scraping off glue. My father came over three times, once to scrape a 3 inch area and two other times to just stand there and watch. The rest of the time he was watching TV (very loudly) and took a nap. He took a gorram nap! Meanwhile we're finishing the wall he so sloppily started. He hadn't even put down plastic to catch the goo and water that was coming off the walls. Who the hell did he think was going to clean that up?!
Whatever. We finished a very large section. After it's all been cleaning up, he comes over the examine the wall. I swear to gods if he says anything, I'm not holding my tongue. He did frell all today and took a fecking nap while we did his work - and much better than he would have in any case. The paint in the bathroom is already coming off because he didn't remove all the wallpaper glue. Idiot.
Tomorrow, when I go to the post office, I'm not picking up his certified letter. He can do it himself. Bastard.
First, let me just say that when mom and I came home yesterday, he was on the couch and the first words out of his mouth were, "so are you cooking or what?" ::kicks him::
Anyway, today... Had the normal errand running morning of going with mom to drop off dogs for grooming, dropping film off at Walmart, and getting some food from Sam's Club because, well, we need to eat :-P
Came home to find my father laying on the couch, watching TV. No big surprise there. I go down the hall to my room and... all over the floor is wallpaper that he's ripped off the wall. There's a big bucket of soapy water and a sponge that he's using to.. eh.. I guess loosen the glue. Apparently he's working on it, but in his usual inefficient matter, which is wiping the wall with water then walking away to let it "soak." Logically, that works.. if you keep applying water and leave it to soak for about 30 seconds. If you come back 15 minutes later, it's already dried again!
So as we're (me, mom & bro) eating lunch, he comes into the kitchen and tells my brother that he needs to "help" work on the wall during the week. Then he says to my brother, "why don't you ask your sister and mother to help you?" Um. WTF? You're going to be home for the next three days because you don't have cases - AGAIN. Do it yourself! So I said, "Are you telling Jon to ask me to help you do the wall, or are you asking me for help?" He says he's asking me.
After lunch, my mother wants to go work on the wall, to help my brother out. Fine. Let's not forget that this is my father's brilliant project, by the way. So for an hour and a half, the three of us are there soaking the wall, ripping off paper, and scraping off glue. My father came over three times, once to scrape a 3 inch area and two other times to just stand there and watch. The rest of the time he was watching TV (very loudly) and took a nap. He took a gorram nap! Meanwhile we're finishing the wall he so sloppily started. He hadn't even put down plastic to catch the goo and water that was coming off the walls. Who the hell did he think was going to clean that up?!
Whatever. We finished a very large section. After it's all been cleaning up, he comes over the examine the wall. I swear to gods if he says anything, I'm not holding my tongue. He did frell all today and took a fecking nap while we did his work - and much better than he would have in any case. The paint in the bathroom is already coming off because he didn't remove all the wallpaper glue. Idiot.
Tomorrow, when I go to the post office, I'm not picking up his certified letter. He can do it himself. Bastard.
