I love writing titles that have nothing to do with the article. OR DOES IT!? Metaphooooooooooore!
So I accepted a job today. A new one. One that pays a few bucks an hour less than my current job, and one that is only guaranteed 20 hours a week. I’m assured overtime until middle of February, at least. It’s a big company with amazing benefits. That was a big selling point.
Now. I told my dad the good news. He said, “I wouldn’t have done that, but I understand.”
He calls me back five minutes later and goes ballistic. Apparently he talked to mom and/or my uncle and aunt and everyone else around. They then proceeded to give him their two cents and gave him a whole ton of shit for not telling me to decline the offer.
I’m pissed as all get-out. 1) That dad had to be stuck in the middle of some self-righteous ass-fest, 2) That they think they have any say whatsoever about my personal life, and 3) Dad doesn’t take a moment to realize what’s going on. So I yelled back, he understood where I was coming from, and I told him to tell any of the people who have such a vested interest in my well-being to give me a call so we can talk about it.
I’ll fight any of them.
I told Magnolia that sometimes I feel so misunderstood in my family. They’re all engineers, accountants, business owners, and the like, while I’m a writer. They don’t have a CLUE how important it is to me to get out of this dead-end job and find time to write. I didn’t write for three years (one of which was because of my job, but only one), and this job is killing me–literally–due to my diabetes imbalance.
They want me to be stable and whatever. Great. Money and a “good job” is apparently the Most Important Part of life. Well guess what? Y’all have families to come home to. Y’all grew up in a world where the company respected you. Y’all have a very different set of experiences.
Whatever. I don’t abide this kind of disrespect.
Chris
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