Automatic Volcanic

haha, if you don't know what a Volcanic is, it's obvious that you've never played the card game, Bang!, before. it just means that the person can shoot someone unlimited times as long as they have the bang cards.

so anyway, back to me bitching. yes, you read right. bitching. bitchbitchbitch, that's all i do nowaday. so what am i gonna bitch about today?

my dad and my brother.

ok first, i know i owe my dad a lot. afterall, him and his business partner opened up this Inventory Controller position for me. i respect my dad and everything. i'm very thankful.

BUT, i just really dislike the fact that he's always lecturing me and it pretty much feels like he has control over my whole life. he keeps lecturing me about the same things over and over again. like i've heard it all before, but somehow it just keeps coming up.

today he talked about my appearance. he said that i need to work on my presentation, and that i should dress more business-like. and he kept on bringing up the fact that i'm about to graduate from university so i should start dressing like one and not like a little kid, or like highschool. so i have to go shopping for new clothes. new khakis, new shirts, new everything. pretty much i need to buy a whole new wardrobe just for work. yippiekaiyay.

so yeah, personally, i don't think my wardrobe isn't all bad. i think i dress fine and appropriate for work. my dad doesn't think so. i wear khakis to work, well i only have two pairs, the rest of the week i wear jeans, but they're not like faded or anything, they're nice ones. i think that's fine. as for shirts, i wear golf shirts and button shirts..it's not overly slobby, just i don't tuck my shirts in.

but yeah, i don't even see the big deal. no one ever sees me working anyway. i'm secluded in this corner of the office. i see no one, no one sees me. there are, at most, 7 ppl in the office if it's at full. at full would be the 2 presidents (one being my dad), my mom (who is part-time), my sister, and 3 other women. so who am i looking nice for?

oh well, whatever, the only time i CAN shop is on the weekend. but then my weekends are pretty busy anyway, so no time to shop. i can't shop during the weeknights 'cuz i have no vehicle to drive. this leads me to the second thing i'd like to bitch about.

my brother. he has the car from Monday nights to Thursday nights. every week, all summer. why? 'cuz he has summer school at York and they're night classes. so he takes the car to Square One and takes the bus from there. in turn, and i guess it's not fair either, i normally take the car out during the weekends. that doesn't sit well with him 'cuz he can't do anything on the weekends. well now he knows how i feel during the weeknights.

anyway, tonight, i was planning on going to JOY fellowship. but it's obvious that i'm not there since i'm typing this at 8.15pm. i asked my brother if he was doing anything tonight, and he said yeah. so i asked if he needed to be driven anywhere. but he said that yeah, but the thing is i don't have a ride back. so i was like..oh..and asked when he was going to be finished 'cuz i was thinking that maybe i could just pick him up later. then he was like, well i don't know if i'm gonna go. so i just asked him what he was doing and he said that he was meeting up with a friend to study. haha..studying. on a Friday night? c'mon.

so my dad hears all this and steps in and says that we only have one car, and that we have to set up a schedule to see who gets the car. pretty much another lecture. so i'm fed up. i just let my brother take the car. whatever. i'm letting him have the car tomorrow so he can stop bitching about me hogging the car to my parents. this in which i really think brought on my dad's lecture about the car. normally they don't say anything about it.

so yeah, i'm so sick and tired of everything. i wish i had my own car. i need to start saving money.

ah, the weekend is here..hope it's good.