That might be one of his favorite sayings....
He's on the phone calling a LARGE, MULTI-MILLON dollar company, and he doesn't understnad why he has to wait, listen to a recording, or follow the phone assisting. THose aren't my favorite things to do either, but I don't blame the economic downfall on the fact that companies use automated assistants, let their human employees go to lunch and dr. appts., or close for the big seven nationally recognized holidays.
P.S. My blog titles will more than likely be the phrases that come from his "well of wisdom".
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I'm the smartest person to EVER EXIST
Let me start by saying that I am NOT the smartest person to ever exist, but I know someone how thinks he is, and he is 97% of the reason that I am starting this blog. I just need to vent my frustrations!! I can't use FB anymore, because he is my friend and he would know that I am mocking him, laughing at him and thinking that he is definately one of the stupidest people I have ever met!! HE is my father. The end-all, be-all Archie Bunker. It's sad that he doesn't realize that he is only a ghost of that DEAD breed.
I will try to keep this as clean as possible. I just needed a place to get all of the emotions out. I don't want to overwhelm my husband with this crap, and my friends get tired of hearing about it. Plus, I don't want to be the person in the group that always has something to complain about. I want to meet them at the playground with smiles and good energy!! SO, this is my release spot!
Today, HE fired the only help that we have in the shop. and he JUST THIS minute came to me asking a question about the cars that we were supposed to have FINISHED three weeks ago. What I can't get over is that I am constantly surprised by the things that he does. Like firing carter today. He does stupid stuff like this all the time. WHy am I still surprised?
to back up a little bit, my dad owns a business. we work on cars. each car is different and they are all the same. I work for him. I am the "President", or as I like to refer to myself "The Lunch B*t*h". I really just cater to his needs and wait for him to yell at someone and then blame me for whatever has gone wrong, once I leave for the day. That's one of the games he likes to play. Nothing is ever his fault. EVER! So, if something goes wrong, he blames whom ever isn't in the room. That way, there is no argument and the blamed individual can't defend himself. My dad isn't a good debater. He couldn't argue his way out of a paper bag. He just yells and kicks things and then changes the subject and looks back at you and screams, "see.. I'm right!!!"
I'm going to stop for now and see whatelse I have to do to finish building this blog page. I hope that is ANYone dare read this crap, they can laugh from it!! It really is all comical. I just wish I could see the humor as it happens, instead of finding it once I'm on stress overload...
I will try to keep this as clean as possible. I just needed a place to get all of the emotions out. I don't want to overwhelm my husband with this crap, and my friends get tired of hearing about it. Plus, I don't want to be the person in the group that always has something to complain about. I want to meet them at the playground with smiles and good energy!! SO, this is my release spot!
Today, HE fired the only help that we have in the shop. and he JUST THIS minute came to me asking a question about the cars that we were supposed to have FINISHED three weeks ago. What I can't get over is that I am constantly surprised by the things that he does. Like firing carter today. He does stupid stuff like this all the time. WHy am I still surprised?
to back up a little bit, my dad owns a business. we work on cars. each car is different and they are all the same. I work for him. I am the "President", or as I like to refer to myself "The Lunch B*t*h". I really just cater to his needs and wait for him to yell at someone and then blame me for whatever has gone wrong, once I leave for the day. That's one of the games he likes to play. Nothing is ever his fault. EVER! So, if something goes wrong, he blames whom ever isn't in the room. That way, there is no argument and the blamed individual can't defend himself. My dad isn't a good debater. He couldn't argue his way out of a paper bag. He just yells and kicks things and then changes the subject and looks back at you and screams, "see.. I'm right!!!"
I'm going to stop for now and see whatelse I have to do to finish building this blog page. I hope that is ANYone dare read this crap, they can laugh from it!! It really is all comical. I just wish I could see the humor as it happens, instead of finding it once I'm on stress overload...
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