Fathers, eh?

Yuck. Sometimes I hate my family. Other times I love them more than anything. Unfortunately, the former is more likely, and is true today. Well, my negative feelings are concentrated towards my father mainly because of our telephone call where it seemed he spent 2 seconds congratulating me over the fact I'll probably be starting work on Monday despite every time I saw him or spoke to him he was all "Have you got a job yet? Are you going to carry on letting Jonathan do everything?".

It seems he's got something else to moan about now... the fact that the job I'm going to do is low paid and how much I "really need a qualification". And that "any employer just wants someone who's got a degree and stuck out a course, no matter what it was in."

His view points the only one, if he thinks I need a qualification, hell, I should drop everything, pick a random course and get the hell back to uni!

OK, so I'm not as angry or upset as I was earlier when I'd just got off the phone, but... oooooh, sometimes he makes me think things I shouldn't about my Dad. The only time I want to go to court is as a witness, not the suspect. Of course I don't hate him, not really, but sometimes he makes me so angry, so upset. He asked me while I was on the phone to him if I was crying... at that moment I had tears in my eyes of frustration, because he WOULD NOT LISTEN.

I sometimes wonder how my brother felt.. or if he still gets hassled. He never even made it to uni. I guess that's a different story.

Anyway, feeling better as time goes on, but I've been feeling a little sick tonight, just went to the toilet which relieved me a bit, and I am feeling a little better as time goes on... but still, wondering if it was something I ate, because I was feeling a bit weird before we ate as well.

I guess I'll see how I am in the morning. At least I've got a few days before I start my trial week.

PS. Thanks Nicole for the guestbook signing, and nopes, not gonna even tell Aph. ;-) Am I building up the suspense for this crayon thing too much for something that's probably going to be hugely disappointing and not at all impressive? ;-)

written on 09 October 2002 at 9:14 p.m.

7 MAY 2005 14:00 UTC+0000 since the wedding!