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DAY 7 - any job offerings?

This morning, Dad asked me if I’ve gotten any “job offerings”.  I told him each time he’s asked me this week: no. I am not responding to any ads because I am TRYING TO PASS ALL THE BACKGROUND CHECK DOCUMENTS FOR THIS ONE JOB I ALREADY HAVE   I didn’t yell.  Does he want me to continue looking for work WHILE I got a job? I don’t ask. He won’t say. Dad just doesn’t listen. He doesn’t fake like he IS interested. And I don’t want to say it over and over. But I still do.  Dad believes his Mom was the reason why he never worked at Lockheed.  I’ve come close to giving up. But my sole purpose in life these past two weeks is so I could tell him I didn’t have to use my Dad as an excuse, not a good reason to be unemployed.  I am so mad I could spit.  Better go back to work. It’s fucking cold in this apartment. And I have no internet access here. But I don’t want to go to Moms house because Dads there.  .
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SOBER - DAY 6 - didn’t last night, either

 Despite last night’s entry, didn’t drink then either.  The day is still young tho 6:49am . 10:18 PM Was going to Cardiff Lounge to see Audiobender. Had forty bucks but spent it on meat. Plenty of carbs from free food giveaways Friday and Saturday.  Hid the bottle downstairs. Schnapps too tempting.  Got onboarding to do. Finally got OnePoint to launch Workday and I STILL don’t see all the docs they say I need.  But I am tired of fighting with Dad over his router. I got no where to go and. O one with who. I can confide . Oh yeah about this. Or king …
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SOBER - DAY 5

 Diana wrote me yesterday to tell me $leaving.  It’s probably for the best.  Haven’t been to the liquor store for two weeks  Dad blocks me from getting any onboarding work done- immediately after he claims to be willing to be out of the way.  I have a bottle in the house - a mix of schnapps and vodka. I’m gonna drink it. I have been saving it for a celebration of some sort. But everyone and everything wants no part of me, then takes a bite of me.  I struggle every day. But I get too used to everyone’s abuse. The onboarding The Dad pretending to be supportive then sends me home like a child. Then the next day Bhend needs help. And I get nothing done.  I’m always to blame. I get no credit. And no love. 
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Day 0 - Dad falls

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36 hours before I got The Call, I was walking up the living room platform of Broken Legs and tripped. Dad, in his Coach Cabello voice, asks me why I didn’t use the “stairs” as was intended in its design. I didn’t even answer. I just continued to clip his toes, by request On Wednesday of this week, I just sat down at the library, when, in a quite different tone of voice, Dad asked of me my presence. I didn’t ask why, knowing he wouldn’t tell me.  When I got to Brookdale, Dad was in bed door open, wearing only his underwear.  Shit. Right away, I knew.  Again, without asking him why, Dad asked me to get for him the Red Walker, in the garage.  Luck #1 - the Red Walker As soon as I grabbed it by its handles, I could tell immediately this walker was not the one Dad “purchased” for his own father: the walker was stable, easily maneuverable, with all four wheels staying on the floor at all times. Both handles were like new.  Later on I learned that John from next door g...
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Day 1

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I call my TEKsys recruiter - at six am - because she’s in FLA. She has to call me back.  I start to clean house, cook, watch cyber security video to get ready for school at 10am today    Knowing I’ll be asked to do something while I am busy doing something for me, I go to the library. And I see: 1652A doesn’t want to …
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Amanda, Ruben And Lorenzo

 Hello there, Childrens.  I made this in the hope that I have said that for the last time: I am neither a black chef that serves The Precocious in Colorado, nor am I Isaac Hayes (sic).  This is your Dad.  And here is my life, such as it is.  I intend to document to document The Present best as I can. It is not for amusement. Though that was my main source of inspiration, motivation or excuse, it has turned ineffective, if not counter-productive.  No one need subscribe or comment: you would be the first of a hundred that did, given others in the same situation.  However, any comment would be sincerely appreciated.  Signed, RickCabello@Gmail.Com Grampa, Virgo .
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