prelude errant

anxious spirits

today, i think i can sing. i guess everyone was right: if i give things time, they get better. i'm feeling less alone--and for that, i'm grateful. there are still things i don't understand and am still anxious to know, but for now, those annoying little snippets of thought are not too bothersome.

yesterday, i spent the day with my mom at the office moving cartons of stuff. we had a twenty-footer come in today and the boxes are forty kilograms each (!) in boxes so big I could fit into them (granted, i'm teeny, but still). when i stand next to one it comes up nearly to my thigh. Gerald wiggled the first few out and twisted his arm really bad--i have a feeling it's worse than he makes it out to be--so my mom and i unloaded the container.

halfway through all the heavy lifting, my dad comes in. how ridiculous is that? there's a camera that projects the whole warehouse into his office, including us unloading a twenty-foot all by ourselves. we've got my mom, me (with my banged up leg), and Gerald (who's injured) unloading the whole thing and the only other person who should be working is sitting in his office doing God knows what and enjoying the a/c. then, when he finally comes out, he's standing there, hands on his hips, shouting criticism and how he can do it better. so we tell him to do it, and he goes and makes it harder for us!

he's driving in the forklift, but there's no pallets to lift. a stray box is in his way and he tells us to move it so he can drive up and down the warehouse. wtf? my mom and i are up to our eyeballs in boxes weighing nearly as much as me and as difficult as hell to carry and he's there making us work harder just 'cause he has no brains. how come the men in my family are so doggone useless?

wait... i take that back--they aren't men, they're just in the way.

anyway, that was the rant of the day--and in fact, i expect more of the same any minute now. *sigh* oh, well, let's give up and have a drink!

posted by melykeyello @ 15:06