Sagasu
Jan 6, 2005, 07:22 PM
I'm tired, so I'll make this brief.
I woke up today around noon, headed downstairs to do my daily business. Now, I've been saving up for this (http://store1.yimg.com/I/greatsword_1825_21378811) so I've been looking for various sorts of income. Now, it had been snowing the previous evening, alll night, and into the morning, so a fair amount of snow had piled up. But now the clouds were parting and the sun was shining, perfect time to shovel the driveway. Now, My father said he'd be willing to pay me to clear the driveway, so, trying to get the apple of my eye, I accepted and headed out at 12:20 pm to clear our Driveway.
The snow was about half a foot to seven inches high, and it was still snowing lightly. Now, I wish to clarify something.
We dont have a driveway,
We have a parking lot. A long and wide strip off asphalt circles around one half of our house, and is wide on two ends (imagine the reciever on a normal phone)Now, we dont use the back part of this parking lot in the winter, so that didn't need to be shoveled, but theres still was a decent amoutn of work to do. Decent as in, enough space for 18-20 SUV's.
Now, I have this hypothesis that once one starts working, they loose motivation to move onward if they stop. So, I had a sizable task before me, and I knew that if I wanted to finish before nightfall then I would have to skip breaks of any kind. So for four and a half hours, I moved several tons of snow from our parking lot to the sides. Four and a half hours of non-stop lifting.
Yeah, good thing I'm not the weakest kid on the planet. It was still pretty damn cold, so eventually parts of my went numb and I didn't have to feel much aching during this process, just strain. Nearing the end of this task, I would stop from tiem to time to pant and refuel my muscles, (Fuel aka air). So anyone who saw me could obviously tell I'm on the ropes end here, and just trying to finish the last little ten foot by ten foot square of snow. It was about this time that my father decided that it would be nice to come outside and take some pictures of the sunset. (his hobby)
He came outside and complimented my work, it was truly nicely done, I had made sure of that, and went off to set up his camera. Seeing that I was quite tired, he decided to help me out a little bit. And here is where the rant begins.
Now my father has always been one to joke, but with someone who was tired as I was, we tend to have little tolerence for humor. So one of the first thing he comments on is that he was glad I was doing the work, even if I looked like agent smith. (A comment about my widescreen sunglasses. I woke up, looked out and was nearly blinded by the sun reflecting off the white washed world. So I'm somewhat irritated by this comment,and also just trying to finish up so that I can sit the fuck down for the first time in four and a half hours. Now the next thing I hear, goes along the lines like this.
Father:
"You know, your really did a lot more than I intended. I just needed a path for the car. Maybe you can talk to brad about you shovelling his dirveway.."
Me:
"..."
Brad is a non-related man who lives with us, and shares the rent of our large abode. We all share the large parkinglot. His room is seperate from the main house, which is why my father inclined about his part of the asphault. So I'm thinking to myself, your the one who wanted the direway cleared, not specifying how much of it, and now you want me to go talk to Brad about recieving some compensation for the extra work(several more tons of snow) that I did? I hardly consider that fair, Brad did not ask for it, thus, I'm not going to even begin to think about charging him for it.
So more silence from me, more annoyance festering within, and that last patch of snow suddenly seems a lot larger. Now, obviously, more akward silence is an invintation for more annoying comments, or so he seemed to believe.
Father:
"Since you've cleared a path already, you should just toss tho snow over it so that you dont drop more snow on what you've already cleared." My father begins tossing snow over one of the clear paths (about another 8 feet)
Me:
"I don't have enough energy to toss snow around. And look, your still getting snow all over the place." I motion to the ground, where he is rapidly spreading more snow than I have in the time that I have been working on this patch. Now, I know hes only trying to be considerate. And I know I'm exaggerating here, but the next comment made me about ready to blow."
Father:
"Well thats because some asshole(me) decided to clear the snow from the wrong side first."
Me:
"..." At this point in time I was just trying to block the rest of his comments out. SO, he wanders off to take pictures of the sunset, and I finish my job. Drink several glasses of warm water, and prepared for a nice hot shower. I'm tired, my face is red and stinging due to the wicked contrast in temperatures, I'm rubbing my digits to restor the bloodflow, and am overall a nice little angry ball of rage.
On my way up the stairs, and over to my room, I pass by his. Here I inquire how much I would be recieving for this,
Father:
"How long did you work?"
Me:
"Four and a half hours."
Father:
"Lets call it $25."
Me:
"..."
"I four and a half hours without stopping, by the way."
Father:
"What do yoiu want, a medal?"
Me:
"..."
So I go to my room gathe rup some clothes, take a nice long shower, and come here. Now in this time, I've decided that it is not worth it.
I'll probably forget about it tommorow, and all the same, I'm $25 closer to my prize.
I woke up today around noon, headed downstairs to do my daily business. Now, I've been saving up for this (http://store1.yimg.com/I/greatsword_1825_21378811) so I've been looking for various sorts of income. Now, it had been snowing the previous evening, alll night, and into the morning, so a fair amount of snow had piled up. But now the clouds were parting and the sun was shining, perfect time to shovel the driveway. Now, My father said he'd be willing to pay me to clear the driveway, so, trying to get the apple of my eye, I accepted and headed out at 12:20 pm to clear our Driveway.
The snow was about half a foot to seven inches high, and it was still snowing lightly. Now, I wish to clarify something.
We dont have a driveway,
We have a parking lot. A long and wide strip off asphalt circles around one half of our house, and is wide on two ends (imagine the reciever on a normal phone)Now, we dont use the back part of this parking lot in the winter, so that didn't need to be shoveled, but theres still was a decent amoutn of work to do. Decent as in, enough space for 18-20 SUV's.
Now, I have this hypothesis that once one starts working, they loose motivation to move onward if they stop. So, I had a sizable task before me, and I knew that if I wanted to finish before nightfall then I would have to skip breaks of any kind. So for four and a half hours, I moved several tons of snow from our parking lot to the sides. Four and a half hours of non-stop lifting.
Yeah, good thing I'm not the weakest kid on the planet. It was still pretty damn cold, so eventually parts of my went numb and I didn't have to feel much aching during this process, just strain. Nearing the end of this task, I would stop from tiem to time to pant and refuel my muscles, (Fuel aka air). So anyone who saw me could obviously tell I'm on the ropes end here, and just trying to finish the last little ten foot by ten foot square of snow. It was about this time that my father decided that it would be nice to come outside and take some pictures of the sunset. (his hobby)
He came outside and complimented my work, it was truly nicely done, I had made sure of that, and went off to set up his camera. Seeing that I was quite tired, he decided to help me out a little bit. And here is where the rant begins.
Now my father has always been one to joke, but with someone who was tired as I was, we tend to have little tolerence for humor. So one of the first thing he comments on is that he was glad I was doing the work, even if I looked like agent smith. (A comment about my widescreen sunglasses. I woke up, looked out and was nearly blinded by the sun reflecting off the white washed world. So I'm somewhat irritated by this comment,and also just trying to finish up so that I can sit the fuck down for the first time in four and a half hours. Now the next thing I hear, goes along the lines like this.
Father:
"You know, your really did a lot more than I intended. I just needed a path for the car. Maybe you can talk to brad about you shovelling his dirveway.."
Me:
"..."
Brad is a non-related man who lives with us, and shares the rent of our large abode. We all share the large parkinglot. His room is seperate from the main house, which is why my father inclined about his part of the asphault. So I'm thinking to myself, your the one who wanted the direway cleared, not specifying how much of it, and now you want me to go talk to Brad about recieving some compensation for the extra work(several more tons of snow) that I did? I hardly consider that fair, Brad did not ask for it, thus, I'm not going to even begin to think about charging him for it.
So more silence from me, more annoyance festering within, and that last patch of snow suddenly seems a lot larger. Now, obviously, more akward silence is an invintation for more annoying comments, or so he seemed to believe.
Father:
"Since you've cleared a path already, you should just toss tho snow over it so that you dont drop more snow on what you've already cleared." My father begins tossing snow over one of the clear paths (about another 8 feet)
Me:
"I don't have enough energy to toss snow around. And look, your still getting snow all over the place." I motion to the ground, where he is rapidly spreading more snow than I have in the time that I have been working on this patch. Now, I know hes only trying to be considerate. And I know I'm exaggerating here, but the next comment made me about ready to blow."
Father:
"Well thats because some asshole(me) decided to clear the snow from the wrong side first."
Me:
"..." At this point in time I was just trying to block the rest of his comments out. SO, he wanders off to take pictures of the sunset, and I finish my job. Drink several glasses of warm water, and prepared for a nice hot shower. I'm tired, my face is red and stinging due to the wicked contrast in temperatures, I'm rubbing my digits to restor the bloodflow, and am overall a nice little angry ball of rage.
On my way up the stairs, and over to my room, I pass by his. Here I inquire how much I would be recieving for this,
Father:
"How long did you work?"
Me:
"Four and a half hours."
Father:
"Lets call it $25."
Me:
"..."
"I four and a half hours without stopping, by the way."
Father:
"What do yoiu want, a medal?"
Me:
"..."
So I go to my room gathe rup some clothes, take a nice long shower, and come here. Now in this time, I've decided that it is not worth it.
I'll probably forget about it tommorow, and all the same, I'm $25 closer to my prize.