"I think it's a sin to sit down and let your life go, without making a try for it."

So this afternoon, I was about to eat lunch.  It was one o'clock, and I was super hungry.  Of course there is nothing at my house to eat other than the turkey sandwiches and chex mix that I eat every other day of the week for lunch, so I go to Chick-Fil-A.  I took my mom's car.. I love the way it drives.  But back to the story.  So I get home, and my dad has left a message on the answering machine for my mom to call him.  She was in shower, so I guess she hadn't heard it ring, so I ignore the call for now.  I sit down to eat when the phone rings.  It's my dad.  He's all in a pissy mood, and starts yelling at me for not picking up the phone quickly enough or something like that.  I tried to explain to him that mother was in the shower and I wasn't home, but he couldn't really hear me I think.  Or maybe he just didn't want to hear me.  He makes up these things in his head sometimes, and when you say something completely different, he still thinks that he heard what his mind imagines you saying, but back to the story.  So now I'm in a pissy mood.  I sit there and try to eat my delicious Chick-Fil-A ceasar cool wrap in peace when all of the sudden I hear a giant thud on the front door.  It freaked me out, I'm not gonna lie.  My cat, who was starting to go to sleep beside me, goes crazy, and  I look over at the glass door just in time to see a bird bounce off of the glass.  Feathers are flying everywhere, and my cat runs to the door and starts trying to get outside to the bird.  The poor bird must have had a concussion.  It looks around and flops about on the porch for a while, finally gathers it's senses enough to hop into the yard and kinda wanders around aimlessly there.  About that time my dad gets home and of course as he comes through the front door and my cat runs out.  Poor bird.  It got attacked several times.  But it managed to fly enough to get away.  My dad got angry again.  Then both my parents left, and I finally got to enjoy my lunch.  It was quite tasty and I manage to get through it in peace.  I start to gather everything to throw it away and somehow manage to get Ceasar dressing all over the carpet.  That's kinda how my day has gone today.

As a side note, my dad apologized later for yelling.  He really didn't have to.  I know he's under a lot of stress.  He's trying to find a new job, because his boss treats him like crap.  Poor guy.  I wouldn't be able to deal with that.  He has saved the company millions of dollars in the past year or so, and they never say thanks, give him any congratulations or anything. Sometimes I just wish he wouldn't bring it home so much, that he could just leave all that crap at work.  Oh well, shows me that I definitely want a job that I can be completely happy at, not just a job that pays pretty well.