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fairyruneMy father is *finally* installing central air conditioning in our house. For over three years, I've waited, and it's finally happening! However, my father has become even more wildly inconsiderate while doing the work.
Case in point: Rich![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aziraphalesshop and I were asleep downstairs in the rec room on the futon one morning. (This is where we sleep when he stays over.) My dog, Snowball, had opened the door so she could come in and lay down. Dad came busting in at ten to nine. He claimed that he didn't know we were there because the door was open, then proceeded to insist that we vacate the room because he had to work there.
Ok, fine. No problem. We went up to my room and snuggled up in my bed. Not ten minutes later Dad was banging on my door, demanding that we get up because he had to work in my room, too. (I must mention at this point that the rec room and my room are not only on different floors, they're on opposite sides of the house.) I grudgingly agreed; we may have needed more sleep, but we did have errands to run.
We were about to leave when my father called me upstairs. For this part of my tale to make sense, you must understand that part of the air conditioning tubing is running down through the left side of my closet. I cleaned off the shelves on that side months ago. Many pairs of shoes are waiting for me in Rubbermaid containers in my basement. That was all he had asked me to do.
Anyway, as we were about to leave, my father called me upstairs, because he needed me to remove all of my clothing from the closet, and clean off the top shelf. For a number of years, the top shelf of my closet has been home to approximately fifty carefully arranged and displayed stuffed animals. I had no idea what to do with these. Had I been given a few months notice as for the other shelves, I would have been able to find a temporary home for these creatures of plush. But no. I was given ten minutes notice, so they were dumped uncerimoniously on my bed.
On the upside, I found eighteen dollars in a Winnie the Pooh changepurse that I didn't know I had.
I now have half of my top closet shelf available to me. The stuffed animals are piled messily on it until the rest of the shelf can be altered and re-installed. Once again, had I been given sufficient notice, I would have been able to store them somewhere more appropriate and organized.
I now ask you to recall the beginning of this tale, at which time Rich and I were asked to leave the rec room. My father did absolutely no work in that room that day. None.
My tale does not even compare to that of my brother, however. He was told the night before the work was scheduled to happed that he needed to clean out his closets. When it wasn't done when Dad needed it, he pulled everything out of Steven's closets in a most disgraceful manner and left it in a pile in the middle of the floor. Steven has now declared his room a "Dad Free Zone."
Case in point: Rich
aziraphalesshop and I were asleep downstairs in the rec room on the futon one morning. (This is where we sleep when he stays over.) My dog, Snowball, had opened the door so she could come in and lay down. Dad came busting in at ten to nine. He claimed that he didn't know we were there because the door was open, then proceeded to insist that we vacate the room because he had to work there. Ok, fine. No problem. We went up to my room and snuggled up in my bed. Not ten minutes later Dad was banging on my door, demanding that we get up because he had to work in my room, too. (I must mention at this point that the rec room and my room are not only on different floors, they're on opposite sides of the house.) I grudgingly agreed; we may have needed more sleep, but we did have errands to run.
We were about to leave when my father called me upstairs. For this part of my tale to make sense, you must understand that part of the air conditioning tubing is running down through the left side of my closet. I cleaned off the shelves on that side months ago. Many pairs of shoes are waiting for me in Rubbermaid containers in my basement. That was all he had asked me to do.
Anyway, as we were about to leave, my father called me upstairs, because he needed me to remove all of my clothing from the closet, and clean off the top shelf. For a number of years, the top shelf of my closet has been home to approximately fifty carefully arranged and displayed stuffed animals. I had no idea what to do with these. Had I been given a few months notice as for the other shelves, I would have been able to find a temporary home for these creatures of plush. But no. I was given ten minutes notice, so they were dumped uncerimoniously on my bed.
On the upside, I found eighteen dollars in a Winnie the Pooh changepurse that I didn't know I had.
I now have half of my top closet shelf available to me. The stuffed animals are piled messily on it until the rest of the shelf can be altered and re-installed. Once again, had I been given sufficient notice, I would have been able to store them somewhere more appropriate and organized.
I now ask you to recall the beginning of this tale, at which time Rich and I were asked to leave the rec room. My father did absolutely no work in that room that day. None.
My tale does not even compare to that of my brother, however. He was told the night before the work was scheduled to happed that he needed to clean out his closets. When it wasn't done when Dad needed it, he pulled everything out of Steven's closets in a most disgraceful manner and left it in a pile in the middle of the floor. Steven has now declared his room a "Dad Free Zone."
