Sometimes I just hate life, actually I hate it a lot of the time. With all this snow it's meant that my father has had to be home rather than be able to get to work and all he has done is play with stamps for an auction that got canceled due to the weather. I was meant to start work last Tuesday when the snow hit and it got canceled, it was pushed back. At one point my mothers car was stuck at my grans, so he suggested that we went and dug her out so she could come home. Once we got to Falkirk, with the dog in tow myself and the dog went up to my grans with a spade and he said to me he'd be back later. Working by myself to dig the car out of snow and a good few inches of ice I finally finished and he still wasn't back, an hour or so later he phones to ask where myself and my mother were.
He told my mother it was my idea to come dig her out so she could drive me to work in the morning even though I had said to him that he can do it. He said to my gran that he thought I was just staying overnight despite the fact I didn't bring clothes and I had no food for the dog.
Also my sister and brother in law aren't speaking to me which according to my mother it's apparently my fault, despite the fact I sent her a birthday card and a good luck text, to which I received no reply, I texted my brother in law when they were in London, to which I received no reply. When I got the job, I didn't get any congratulations, instead I got told by my mother that they just criticised the fact I had got a job and now had a puppy that needed someone to look after it whilst I was at work. Now I know I'm flawed but I can't see how being ignored is my fault. To make it worse, bumped into them in Falkirk, now I was going around a corner and not looking, like I normally do so didn't see them and they tell my mother I ignored them.
Now my father is complaining that I have a job and have to go to it in this weather. He's complained behind my back for 9 fucking years and now I do something and he fucking complains.
I'll be working night shift so I will be able to look after my puppy during the day and thank fuck I won't have to see people too much. If I get offered any holidays to work I'll be taking them, I hope I'll be working Christmas day cause I sure as fuck won't be spending it with family.
Despite all that, it's still just myself who I hate.