My immaturity is showing
I want a job. I need money of my own. I called a friend to see if she knew anyone who was hiring and she was quite excited as the girl who was working shifts with her at this nice little cafe quit and there's an opening that's being filled by the owner's daughter for a few weeks. She can't keep it up as she has too much going on at school (final year) so my friend could put in a good word for me and I'd be a waitress. I asked her what the pay was. She told me. I told her to get stuffed.
So then I rang my dad "dad, make one of your friends hire me and pay me well".
It's funny, I've ranted on forever about the entitlement brats and their obnoxious ways without really noticing I'd turned into one.
I think there comes a time when being directionless and umotivated becomes a liability rather than just another charming side of someone's personality. I suppose some would argue that it's always a liability, that no one deserves a grace period, but we all mature in different ways. I've been living on my own for years, can make stupid decisions without any help, I've been to a fair few places, I know how to clean a shower. Important things. My brother doesn't know any of this stuff and he's only a few years younger than me. He didn't want go to uni, deciding to work instead and has held a steady series of low paying jobs while living rent free with our parents since dropping out of school. He knows how to be employed in menial, unsatisfying jobs. I know how to drop out of uni several times over. I'm not sure where I'm going with this.
Responsibility, that's it. I have very little, he has very little, my sister has very little. Our parents didn't do a bad job, we went to good schools, no horrible childhood trauma, yet... who knows? And I haven't slept for close to 36 hours. Sweet.
So then I rang my dad "dad, make one of your friends hire me and pay me well".
It's funny, I've ranted on forever about the entitlement brats and their obnoxious ways without really noticing I'd turned into one.
I think there comes a time when being directionless and umotivated becomes a liability rather than just another charming side of someone's personality. I suppose some would argue that it's always a liability, that no one deserves a grace period, but we all mature in different ways. I've been living on my own for years, can make stupid decisions without any help, I've been to a fair few places, I know how to clean a shower. Important things. My brother doesn't know any of this stuff and he's only a few years younger than me. He didn't want go to uni, deciding to work instead and has held a steady series of low paying jobs while living rent free with our parents since dropping out of school. He knows how to be employed in menial, unsatisfying jobs. I know how to drop out of uni several times over. I'm not sure where I'm going with this.
Responsibility, that's it. I have very little, he has very little, my sister has very little. Our parents didn't do a bad job, we went to good schools, no horrible childhood trauma, yet... who knows? And I haven't slept for close to 36 hours. Sweet.
posted by Today Tonight at 8:28 AM
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Immature.. or just carefree? It depends on how you look at it.
I decided to go to uni, graduated, found a job, did a postgrad course, worked hard for several years earning slightly better pay each year until I now get paid a fairly good salary. My younger brother dropped out of uni and now welds ships and does other odds and ends for little money. My older brother never had a job and lives with my parents on the pension.. he's 40.
I go through the stress of working and mortgages and all the rest while my brothers live carefree and happy lives. Sure they don't drive around in brand new cars or own a house or anything but that's how things have worked out through their goals and decisions and so they remain carefree and untroubled. Which is a good thing I think.
We all know stress is a killer and while I'm likely to be off to an early grave, my brothers will probably still be slobbing around the place when they're 90!
If you can scab a job through your father's connections then good on you. Everyone deserves a break. My parents offer me nothing because they themselves don't work and have no friends.
So its all a matter of perspective.
May the force be with you!
Thanks man. My dad was like you, and he watches his fuckwit family piss the time away without debts, work worries, all that jazz and wonders what's so great about his own life.
He has a bunch of material shite, and gets to do fun things, but there's still a whole lot of worry about the stock market, interest rates, superranuation... stuff!
And, of course, he can help his little girl be less of a leech. Awww!
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