Grrrrr

My parents infuriate me. I need to vent so I'll release my anger through this post. As you may know, I've started a job at a production company that does a lot of stuff for the Discovery Channel. So far it's going well, but now that I have an income, I have also found a place to sublet and a car to buy. As a result, my father is flying into town to oversee these new developments and help me purchase said car. Now, this is particularly bad timing for him as he just returned from a business trip in China and is exhausted, which has made him, and as a result my mother, very much on edge. Which in turn has filtered down to me. Yay.

Just yesterday, I got bitched out by both parental units for not yet having checks (in order to pay rent etc.). Admittedly, this was a faux pas on my part but I maintain it was bred out of miscommunication on theirs. However, according to my parents, they are always right and I ALWAYS leave everything to the last minute blah blah blah... and as a result I am a failure and will probably never succeed in life. OK. So that was a really fun day for me.

Today on the other, hand, was super fun. (Sarcasm, major sarcasm.) After waking up extra early to put a (cash, still waiting for the checks I ordered) deposit on the place I found, I jumped into a white van with my coworkers and drove to a boiling hot and dusty ranch to shoot for a TV show we produce. Mid-day, my dad called to find out what I wanted him to bring out to me when he comes tomorrow. There are two big bags at home to sort through, so I told him I was at work and would call him as soon as I was done. Now keep in mind I am 3 hours behind him. So when he called again at 8 PM my time (11 PM his time aka his bed time), we were literally JUST returning from the shoot, and I told him so. He huffily said it was late already and we'd have to do it tomorrow. Fine. I help unload the van, and at 8:10 am getting in my car and calling home again to tell him hey, let's just do this now as I drive home. No go, since neither he nor my mother (who is still at the beach) would pick up any of the repeated numerous calls I made.

Finally, after I have given up, my mom calls me. I barely get out a "Hey" when she is screaming in my ear, more or less unintelligibly, about how I blew off my dad and don't I want my stuff etc. I try to respond, but she hangs up on me. So I call back. Repeatedly. Finally, she picks up, and this time I don't even get out the "Hey" because she is screaming at me again ("I don't care, don't wanna hear your excuses," etc. etc.) and at this point I am so frustrated that I am screaming back ("Listen to me, shut up, shut up and listen," etc.) and she hangs up on me again. I call back, she doesn't answer. I call back, and it goes right to machine. She has taken the phone off the hook. Mature. So I leave a half-yelling, half-crying message about how on my second week of work it would have been inappropriate to go off and have a discussion with my father in the middle of the day on set, especially since they are allowing me to leave early tomorrow to go get him at the airport and go buy a car. I have not heard back from her, nor do I expect to.

So I call Dad. Who is not nearly as psychotic and actually listens to me when I explain that I have actually been working all day. Not that he is at all friendly or forgiving, but we have the necessary discussion as planned and say goodnight.

So now I am incredibly frustrated and worked up because my mother knows I hate it when she's angry with me but really I am so enraged with her right now and in the meantime just trying to get settled here as best I can. I'm exhausted from being on set all day and now my throat is sore from screaming. But if I told her that, she would scoff at me and tell me how tired Daddy is and how I'm so ungrateful for all that they do for me. Which could not be farther from the truth. I'll probably now have trouble falling asleep, despite my exhaustion, and I am wary as to how it will be when Dad gets here, even though I have so been looking forward to seeing him.

Oh, and I'm lucky to be alive, because this whole exchange took place as I was driving down the dark and windy part of Sunset Blvd.