| Dec. 21st, 2007 @ 10:43 pm epic rant of emo proportions |
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this year my festive season constists of work, driving up to my folks' on Christmas eve (after work- sometime after 6pm), Christmas at home, driving back down on Boxing Day for work on the 27th
and the 28th
and the 29th
etc. etc. etc.
I'm getting really sick of the place, not just the day-to-day bullshit of dealing with ass-face customers and tolerating crappy day-time radio for extended periods of time... but I'm sick of working with relatives, to the point that I resent their presence (well, more than I did before anyway). They think because I'm related to them that it's okay to give me shit for everything, even the things I had nothing to do with.
They also think because their side of the family is more well off that they're better than our side of the family. My boss, Kelly and I were talking about how I was going to get home for Christmas, and I mentioned how I wasn't sure how me and my siblings were getting there because we weren't sure if Tam's car would be serviced in time, etc.
Afterwards Kelly tells me that after I'd walked away my boss, who is also my cousin, was going on about how our sides of the family were so "different", because their side was so hard-working while our side was so lazy and unsuccessful. Apparently this stemmed from the aforementioned car problem discussion. Somehow.
This shat me right off, because if she thinks her side of the family is more hard working, she can fuck off and die. How dare she call me and my family, HER family, lazy. I worked 52.5 hours for that ungrateful slut the other week. That's 11 days in a row straight. My parents are market gardeners. My dad pretty much single-handedly overlooks 20 acres of land. My mum does all the business and financial dealings, does all the deliveries, basically all the stuff my dad doesn't do. As far as I know they get up at 6 in the morning and work right up through until 12 at night... sometimes up until 1-2am. Every fucking day of the mother fucking week.
And as for us kids... well, we don't make as much money, but if 'success' was driven purely by how much money you earned, well fuck being successful. All my cousins own bakeries. That's all they do. How is that successful? How is being able to count the number of friends you have on one hand a success? How is being an arrogant, manipulative, two-faced bitch fucking successful?
Get fucked.
I'm giving them a month, then I'm gone. |