jack, work, father bitching
Oct. 6th, 2003 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriMore chattage from the pseudo Jack!
Scifi 1701D (9:30:35 AM): Me again. Why are you so mean to Marshall? Give a geek a chance!
Mozart 182 (4:57:10 PM): MARSHALL WOULD BE BETTER IF HE SPOKE LESS.
OzW 703 (5:19:15 PM): so dixon says we can be partners! isn't that GREAT?!
Mozart 182 (5:20:42 PM): YOU'RE LYING.
OzW 703 (5:21:19 PM): nope! really, he said that!
OzW 703 (5:21:24 PM): we're gonna be partners!!
OzW 703 (5:24:35 PM): i can't wait for our first mission!
OzW 703 (5:24:47 PM): i get to ride shotgun with THE BRISTOW!
Mozart 182 (5:25:44 PM): IF WE'RE PARTNERS I'LL GET YOU THROWN OUT OF THE AGENCY.
OzW 703 (5:26:41 PM): one of these days you're gonna smile
OzW 703 (5:26:44 PM): and i hope i'm there when it happens
I asked a contact if they knew anything about "Jack," but they didn't have any idea, but they said it seemed like something the writers would do. In that case I'm going to continue to picture writers hunched over a laptop making Jack say silly things.
Work was blah. I was on register, which was great, but I screwed up so many times. Like, once I forgot to put in the amounto n a gift certificate, and then another time my register didn't print a reciept. HC Mike was really nice about everything - and I found that he's the brother of this girl I went to high school with. How weird. He actually recognized me which is funny since I don't really remember seeing him like.. ever. The strange thing is he reminds me a lot of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluewraith, the way he talks and whatnot. Oh yes, ordered the Plunkett & MacLeane sountrack - and Jen G knew about the movie ^_^ I was amused. And extra bonus - I'm all set to move to the new store when I come back from NZ! Dan was really nice about it. It was cool.
After work I hit Target to get my Michelle Branch pictures developed. Waited around for an hour to see how they came out before I opted for the picture CD. You can't tell that it's Michelle at all, but they were all swirly with pretty colors and would make wicked overlays for some art pieces, so I picture CD'd them. the guy was nice and just put everything on one CD for me. heh. I'm sure they're all shitty res, but it saves me a major scan job.
More reasons why my father is an ass, as demonstrated this weekend:
+ Saturday my mom and I came home with a load of groceries. I go upstairs and he's napping on the couch - where he's been all day. I don't ever expect help, but really. I know he's going to bitch about being tired later. Anyway, on my second trip back up, he's awake and just looks at me. Third trip - he's flipping through the channels and asks me if I want something to eat. Fourth trip - I'm in the kitchen putting stuff away. My mother comes up with the last of it and by this time I've got almost everything away. My father chooses this point to come and check out what is going on. He pokes at a bag.. and leaves, saying something about me getting food. What. The. Hell. If you're going to sit there, don't come looking when you know I'm already done. Asshole.
+ Sunday he has been watching TV ALL DAY. I swear he had done nothing else. So when he finally turns off the TV and leaves, I plop down to throw in my Alias VCD and rewatch the premiere before that night's new episode. I've got all the remotes in front of my and I'm very obviously watching the TV. My father comes back out, grabs the remote, and seats himself in the recliner. I ask him why h took the remote. He says he's going to watch TV. Um, excuse me, but I'm watching TV. "So?" he has the balls to say. WTF?! So I very slowly explained to him that I was already here and you can just walk in and grab the remote from someone while they're watching TV. He tells me to go somewhere else. I tell him I've watching a VCD. 1) How many TVs are there in the house? Answer: three. 2) How many DVD players are their in the house? The fucker answers two - "there's another one downstairs that's broken." You asshole. I told him that he cuold watch TV somewhere else and I wasn't moving and he didn't have to be so fucking rude all the time (sadly without the expletive). He grudgingly got up and left, saying that he wasn't rude all the time. Whatever.
+ Tonight, my mother and I are working on last stretch of wall, getting all the glue off. Mind you, this is after both of us have just gotten out of work. My father is on the couch bitching about something or other. Then he decides to cook dinner. He asked us if we were ready to eat... which, hello - just started working on this large area of crap. He decides to cook anyway because he is hungry. He finished cooking and we are no where near done. He tells us dinner is ready and we tell him that we're not done yet. Not my fault he's an idiot. He starts slamming dishes and yelling and asking us if we're going to come eat or what. Yeah. You know, we've been working on this for an hour while you sat on your ass watching TV. I don't want to hear about it. I told him we were still working on the wall and would be coming shortly and he didn't have to be so nasty. My mom tried to shush me and told me not to start anything. Fuck that. We're doing all the work on the wall that he started ripping apart and there is no way in hell that I was going to let him talk to me like that. He can take his little temper tantrum and shove it up his ass.
+ During dinner tonight, or rather, after, since he'd already gong to lie on the couch - again - he started up some shit about how it was too cold to work on the windows - after he'd already scraped off the paint. My mom asked if he was just going to leave the trim without paint on it over the winter. He made some stupid comment about how my windows haven't had paint for three years. Great. No one is realy sure what that was supposed to mean because then he said it was too cold to paint again. Apparently, it's been too cold to paint for the last three years. Then my father said that if we wanted the windows painted, maybe we should do it ourselves during the week when it's warm. What. The. Fuck. My mom said that we'd already spend weeks working on removing the wallpaper he just decided to rip off one day and he said that he never told us to do it. Mom asked if she was just supposed to leave it so he could wait three years to finish that. He said yes and then launched into some bullshit about how he pays for everything and does everything around the house. Wow, I guess you sure can do a lot when you sit your ass on the couch all day.
I want him to crawl into a ditch and die. I really, really do.
Scifi 1701D (9:30:35 AM): Me again. Why are you so mean to Marshall? Give a geek a chance!
Mozart 182 (4:57:10 PM): MARSHALL WOULD BE BETTER IF HE SPOKE LESS.
OzW 703 (5:19:15 PM): so dixon says we can be partners! isn't that GREAT?!
Mozart 182 (5:20:42 PM): YOU'RE LYING.
OzW 703 (5:21:19 PM): nope! really, he said that!
OzW 703 (5:21:24 PM): we're gonna be partners!!
OzW 703 (5:24:35 PM): i can't wait for our first mission!
OzW 703 (5:24:47 PM): i get to ride shotgun with THE BRISTOW!
Mozart 182 (5:25:44 PM): IF WE'RE PARTNERS I'LL GET YOU THROWN OUT OF THE AGENCY.
OzW 703 (5:26:41 PM): one of these days you're gonna smile
OzW 703 (5:26:44 PM): and i hope i'm there when it happens
I asked a contact if they knew anything about "Jack," but they didn't have any idea, but they said it seemed like something the writers would do. In that case I'm going to continue to picture writers hunched over a laptop making Jack say silly things.
Work was blah. I was on register, which was great, but I screwed up so many times. Like, once I forgot to put in the amounto n a gift certificate, and then another time my register didn't print a reciept. HC Mike was really nice about everything - and I found that he's the brother of this girl I went to high school with. How weird. He actually recognized me which is funny since I don't really remember seeing him like.. ever. The strange thing is he reminds me a lot of
bluewraith, the way he talks and whatnot. Oh yes, ordered the Plunkett & MacLeane sountrack - and Jen G knew about the movie ^_^ I was amused. And extra bonus - I'm all set to move to the new store when I come back from NZ! Dan was really nice about it. It was cool.After work I hit Target to get my Michelle Branch pictures developed. Waited around for an hour to see how they came out before I opted for the picture CD. You can't tell that it's Michelle at all, but they were all swirly with pretty colors and would make wicked overlays for some art pieces, so I picture CD'd them. the guy was nice and just put everything on one CD for me. heh. I'm sure they're all shitty res, but it saves me a major scan job.
More reasons why my father is an ass, as demonstrated this weekend:
+ Saturday my mom and I came home with a load of groceries. I go upstairs and he's napping on the couch - where he's been all day. I don't ever expect help, but really. I know he's going to bitch about being tired later. Anyway, on my second trip back up, he's awake and just looks at me. Third trip - he's flipping through the channels and asks me if I want something to eat. Fourth trip - I'm in the kitchen putting stuff away. My mother comes up with the last of it and by this time I've got almost everything away. My father chooses this point to come and check out what is going on. He pokes at a bag.. and leaves, saying something about me getting food. What. The. Hell. If you're going to sit there, don't come looking when you know I'm already done. Asshole.
+ Sunday he has been watching TV ALL DAY. I swear he had done nothing else. So when he finally turns off the TV and leaves, I plop down to throw in my Alias VCD and rewatch the premiere before that night's new episode. I've got all the remotes in front of my and I'm very obviously watching the TV. My father comes back out, grabs the remote, and seats himself in the recliner. I ask him why h took the remote. He says he's going to watch TV. Um, excuse me, but I'm watching TV. "So?" he has the balls to say. WTF?! So I very slowly explained to him that I was already here and you can just walk in and grab the remote from someone while they're watching TV. He tells me to go somewhere else. I tell him I've watching a VCD. 1) How many TVs are there in the house? Answer: three. 2) How many DVD players are their in the house? The fucker answers two - "there's another one downstairs that's broken." You asshole. I told him that he cuold watch TV somewhere else and I wasn't moving and he didn't have to be so fucking rude all the time (sadly without the expletive). He grudgingly got up and left, saying that he wasn't rude all the time. Whatever.
+ Tonight, my mother and I are working on last stretch of wall, getting all the glue off. Mind you, this is after both of us have just gotten out of work. My father is on the couch bitching about something or other. Then he decides to cook dinner. He asked us if we were ready to eat... which, hello - just started working on this large area of crap. He decides to cook anyway because he is hungry. He finished cooking and we are no where near done. He tells us dinner is ready and we tell him that we're not done yet. Not my fault he's an idiot. He starts slamming dishes and yelling and asking us if we're going to come eat or what. Yeah. You know, we've been working on this for an hour while you sat on your ass watching TV. I don't want to hear about it. I told him we were still working on the wall and would be coming shortly and he didn't have to be so nasty. My mom tried to shush me and told me not to start anything. Fuck that. We're doing all the work on the wall that he started ripping apart and there is no way in hell that I was going to let him talk to me like that. He can take his little temper tantrum and shove it up his ass.
+ During dinner tonight, or rather, after, since he'd already gong to lie on the couch - again - he started up some shit about how it was too cold to work on the windows - after he'd already scraped off the paint. My mom asked if he was just going to leave the trim without paint on it over the winter. He made some stupid comment about how my windows haven't had paint for three years. Great. No one is realy sure what that was supposed to mean because then he said it was too cold to paint again. Apparently, it's been too cold to paint for the last three years. Then my father said that if we wanted the windows painted, maybe we should do it ourselves during the week when it's warm. What. The. Fuck. My mom said that we'd already spend weeks working on removing the wallpaper he just decided to rip off one day and he said that he never told us to do it. Mom asked if she was just supposed to leave it so he could wait three years to finish that. He said yes and then launched into some bullshit about how he pays for everything and does everything around the house. Wow, I guess you sure can do a lot when you sit your ass on the couch all day.
I want him to crawl into a ditch and die. I really, really do.
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Date: 2003-10-07 06:12 am (UTC)Put up Halloween wallpaper too, or whatever he's likely to find obnoxious.
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Date: 2003-10-10 07:07 am (UTC)The best would be to just do it ourselves without his involvement. Then when he bitches we can just tell him to shut the hell up.
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Date: 2003-10-07 08:39 am (UTC)I didn't think you needed any more reasons. Your father is almost cartoonish in his dickheadishness. So when do you get to move out?
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Date: 2003-10-10 07:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-11 08:46 pm (UTC)