Irritable, tense and annoyed. *grr*
May. 2nd, 2003 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI am irritable for no good reason. Yay for another symptom of hypomania.
This is why I left my parents' apartment early, because if not I would have blown up at my father like no one's business. Gah. He's been repeating the same damned joke about my working hours being "bourgeois" just because sometimes I start at ten and finish at six thirty and because I don't work more than 37.5 hours a week. (Yes, just my luck to be the daughter of a workaholic.) So tonight I got a bit annoyed at the implication that I really don't work hard and that my job is meaningless work a monkey with a developmental disorder could do, and I asked (sharply, I'll admit) if he couldn't come up with a different joke.
So of course he threw a fit (silently, as it isn't seemly to shout in better families like mine [/sarcasm]), making a big show of barely containing his anger at my "insolence."
So I left.
Otherwise it would have just got way out of proportion, and nothing good would have come of it.
*sigh*
In other news, Gretzky is gorgeous, but she refuses to sit still long enough for me to take pictures of her. Whenever I get into position with the camera she'll hop up at once and come to sit in my lap or rub against my legs and purr. It's sweet, but frustrating for my attempts to document this for historical purposes. ;)
Bah.
I am discontented.
This is why I left my parents' apartment early, because if not I would have blown up at my father like no one's business. Gah. He's been repeating the same damned joke about my working hours being "bourgeois" just because sometimes I start at ten and finish at six thirty and because I don't work more than 37.5 hours a week. (Yes, just my luck to be the daughter of a workaholic.) So tonight I got a bit annoyed at the implication that I really don't work hard and that my job is meaningless work a monkey with a developmental disorder could do, and I asked (sharply, I'll admit) if he couldn't come up with a different joke.
So of course he threw a fit (silently, as it isn't seemly to shout in better families like mine [/sarcasm]), making a big show of barely containing his anger at my "insolence."
So I left.
Otherwise it would have just got way out of proportion, and nothing good would have come of it.
*sigh*
In other news, Gretzky is gorgeous, but she refuses to sit still long enough for me to take pictures of her. Whenever I get into position with the camera she'll hop up at once and come to sit in my lap or rub against my legs and purr. It's sweet, but frustrating for my attempts to document this for historical purposes. ;)
Bah.
I am discontented.
