Sigh. I don’t know why I put up with it anymore.
Latest episode;
Today my younger brother James (who is 16 and is supposed to be looking for a job) went off with his friend, and my younger sister to Queen Mary Sailing Club for an annual event called the “Bloody Mary” Pursuit Race, where they sailed in his Laser 5000. My dad took them and the boat there, only to be blocked in by cars because of the shoddy car parking marshals. So, he phoned me up asking for a lift home as he was supposed to come back and do some tidying in our study. I’ve never been there before, so he said, take the m25 to junction 13, and stay in the left hand lane when you get to a big roundabout. Ok, I open up google maps on my desktop and have a quick look. Looks fine, easy enough to get to. How bloody wrong was I. Got on the m25 at junction 17, and came off at junction 13. Took the first left onto a dual carriageway. 5 mins down the road I got to the weird road system he briefly told me about. Looking at the signs, left took you to Colnbrook and the south perimeter road of Heathrow. I decided to carry straight on, as I thought that was the right way. Nope, just going closer to London and no sign of any reservoirs on the right hand side. Turn around at the next roundabout. Eventually (after a good 30 mins) I’d gone down all the roads off this weird roundabout and several phone calls from my dad, asking where was I, and I responded with at least 2 f words in each sentence. I was ready to give and go home as he cleverly had his sat nav with him, when I got out my new mobile phone and went onto the google mobile map website, and downloaded the app. Found where I was, and where I needed to, back down one of the roads that I had tried, but followed the road ahead at the roundabout. Only signs for the club were practically outside the club, and not on any of the approach roads. Fantastic road planning!
Because I knew that my dad won’t listen and act when I talk to him when I’m in a fucking bad mood, I drove home with the radio on, ignoring what my dad was saying / asking me.
Two hours after I’d left home, I’m back home, my morning wasted driving 50 miles.
Then I had to take my dad back to the sailing club, so he could help my brother and sister de-rig their boats and put them on the trailer.
My dad was wondering wtf is wrong as usual. Well if he’d noticed, I’ve had to drive him around. He hasn’t even offered me some petrol money, just says thanks several times which doesn’t make up for spending part of my day driving just over a hundred miles.
I am fed up of my parents not harassing my brother to get a job, as he wants to work for one of the big sailing holiday companies (Sunsail, etc) as a sailing dinghy instructor, but they aren’t getting him to register with local recruitment agencies so he can do some temp work and get some money coming in before the summer like they got me to when I was looking for work. They are letting him get away with fucking murder :s They are quite happy to let him spend money (as he added the laser 5000 to his collection of boats, which now stands at 3), do events and go into town to meet friends. I can’t do anything, as they’ll say, oh yea he will get a job, but they don’t actually do anything or say no to him when he wants to go to events.
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