3th in Hey, buddy, got a light?

Boomers. I mean, jeez louise.
My dad has taken time off work due to ‘stress’. He’ll be off until July and he’s been off since about April.
Why do they think they know everything?
My dad as of recent, cannot go a day without launching into some tirade about his boss and how much her “fucking hates that asshole”. It’s tiresome! Quit complaining to your grown son!
I can’t complain to you because I always get “Well there’s the door!”, but gosh golly, maybe YOU should try growing the freak up.
Anyway, his new ‘thing’ in lieu of having all this free time, is that he’s going to go to salvation army’s and such and hes going to find GOLD.
Mhmmm, I mean he saw some retard on youtube do it and despite his results not being typical, how hard can it be? LOL. He offered me a ride to work recently; which was just a way to get me to go to the thrift store with him. He was so proud he knew everyones name.
The salvation army; where the employees are former addicts and bums, hey good for you, dad.
(That being said I take nothing from former addicts and bums, I’m just saying he shouldn’t act like they’re royalty.)
He doesn’t get that when these people see him coming, they KNOW “Hey it’s that old guy who thinks all the junk here is worth gold, nice.”
My first time going was very boring. I did not hide my disdain. He ended up making me late for work, too.
I’ve been having hours thrown at me at work recently, but that’s not enough; no, I now need to get a second job or join him on his fucking junk searches. That’s the option I’m being presented with and I love how he’s doing it. Keeps literally yelling at me until I say ok or phrasing questions like “WOULD YOU RATHER WORK AT YOUR FUCKING JOB OR JUST DO THIS; IT’S EASIER, YES OR NO.”
‘I don’t want to spend money on thi-‘
“NON NONONO, YES. OR NO.”
Now I know why old white people specifically need structure when they’re out of work. His sleep schedule has been super erratic too, which I’ve heard could be a sign of early dementia.
My dad’s done alot for the family but you can never tell him. SHIT. Nothing. He’s always right no matter what and if you don’t agree or support him you’re shitting on him.
Those are his words.
“YOU’RE SHITTING ON ME. YOU’RE SHIT. TING. ON ME.”
Mom’s talked to me about divorce a few times in the past few months. It’s the point where we just have to not engage him in anything because it’ll turn into some screech fest where he’s the victim.
Disclaimer: I love my dad but god damn the damage to our relationship was done a long time ago; we’ll never be the picturesque beav & ward cleaver.

I need to get a haircut soon.
Alright, be good, love you, bye.