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Many people now know that I'm moving. Not a very far distance, but still moving nonetheless. That means packing, loading, unloading, and unpacking stuff we have, the first three being the hardest. We're not supposed to be moved in and out until by next Friday at midnight. But my dad wants us there (which we now are) and so he starts rushing us. So we pack, load, and unload. We being me, my brother, and my uncle.

He sits down and does nothing worth any contribution to the move.

He didn't pack until just recently when we've started a week ago. He took two days off and did jack the first. He made me, my brother, my uncle, and more people that came to help move crap while he did nothing. He directed us all the way, pointing fingers and saying,"Oh, no, I want it over there." pointing in some general direction when twenty minutes later he want us to re-move it. During the week, he wanted us to dust the crap off when that should come towards the end while we're cleaning. He still bosses me around, making me fetch him water and food and whatever the crap more he wants. He goes and buys new crap when we clearly have enough in good condition.

And you know what? Not once has he said "Thank you" to me for my services. Not once has he asked for my opinion on where things should be placed. Not once has he thought that, since they have enuogh money to buy food for friends and buying new stuff, that maybe I would want something.

It just pisses me off. mad

And then he gets mad because my room still isn't packed. rolleyes