my dad and i got into an argument. for those of you who were talking with me a while back during one of ret's live broadcasts, you know what sort of situation im in (the name i was under was aegis[wdt]). My dad like any other S. Korean man has been through his required military service. Now he owns a store that i have learned to hate because lets be honest, nobody likes to work in a place where they do not get paid or even a thank you for working there. In the US, memorial day weekend is coming up, which means that some of us college students will go home for the weekend. I was one of these people, emphasis on was. I got a call today from my mom saying that once i got home, i would have to work at that god forsaken store. I of course said no and i will go into the list of reasons why i said no:
1. Employers (parents) expect me to drop everything that i have going on in order to do their bidding.
2. Being a college student is fucking hard has hell. For those of you going through what I'm going through, you know what I'm talking about. Its a job itself.
3. Customers treat me like shit and when i get into arguments (fights) with them of course i have to back down.
4. My younger brother, who is the same age in which i started working there, has not been in the damn place to work, only to freeload.
Now i will be the first to admit these may not be reason enough for some of you but thats beside the point. All this just rained down on me today when my mom called my beloved dad who then called me and demanded why i wasn't going to work.
When i laid down the reasons, good old dad came to the point that i was coming home memorial day in order to have a break from college life, which is what any vacation is for christ sake ( I'm still jacked up on adrenaline, you'll find out why). Then my all knowing dad dropped the bomb, saying "college wasn't so hard when i was going" and "back in my day, i had enough time to go to school, come home every weekend, and work at the gas station." This drove me over the edge.
College back in the 70's i think was way fucking easier than what it is today. Think about it, entrance exams: The fucking SATs just got raised to 2400 because of a new section added. Also they didn't have AP tests to fucking worry about, which by the way raped me so bad that i couldn't go anywhere i wanted to. And then just the shit we learn is way harder as well. For instance, last quarter i had to shitcan the way i learned how to write in high school english class in order to pass my class. This quarter i had to do the exact same thing in order to get a fucking D.
Some can understand with me parents love to brag about the shit they've done in their lives. My dad for instance will not shut the fuck up about him going to UCLA. If i could get +1 on my apm for every time he has said UCLA, i swear to God i think my apm would be 500,000. He also brought this up in his argument saying that he still worked and went to UCLA and got a degree. He topped it off with "college is so easy compared to what i do everyday you shouldn't even talk." THat just sparked the comment "well then get your head out of your 1970s ass if you want a proper conversation then." The conversation continued for 5 more minutes with both of us yelling into the phone
He has no respect for my generation. He thinks that because he is working at his place, he knows all about the fucking world. He has to win every fucking argument and he will even start pulling bullshit out of his asshole in order to win. I remember a biblical passage where the children must respect the parents or something like that. He pulled that today and he hasn't been to church in ages, yeah hes a real disciple. the rest of the quote states that in order for the parent to receive that respect, they must respect the children in return. I guess he read that first half a long time ago, didn't finish, and went to town with it.
so anyways after about 5 minutes of swearing at each other, i think one of use hung up and i went back to doing this monstrous pile of work i had to do. He calls again saying that both he and my mom will not be able to pick me up or drop me off on friday. This is what they do, if they cannot win, they send me on a guilt trip saying they're too busy, and expect me to call back apologizing and all that bullshit. Then they record that as a win in their books. I replied "all right fine" and rescheduled, meaning i wasn't going home this weekend. After that, i recapped every argument similar to this, and i figured if i went home, there was gonna be shit spewing from both me and my dad. so i figure, i will not be welcomed home at all for at least the remainder of my life and i don't plan on going home or returning any calls from my parents or sister (if she gets bitchy at me). Summer is coming up soon so i have to figure out how to get to UC Santa Barbara in order to get this job i was set up with. All i know is i have been successfully exiled from my house and i probably won't be going back until good old dad apologizes for being a total douchecanoe.