so work went pretty well today. for some damn reason eric put ME in charge of training the two new people who started today. with all the stress from that the day went by pretty fast. got home and saw that the SG magazine i ordered last month finally showed up. the envelops was open when i got to it. i can understand my dad accidentally opening my bank statement. we bank the same place and hes not used to my statements showing up in the mail yet. but this is a big fucking envelope. with my name on it. i told him i was expecting a package since the day i moved in. and he opened MY mail. if he tries to judge me im going to raise fucking hell. piercings and tattoos arent 'inappropriate' or 'skanky' of 'dirty' theyre a fucking lifestyle.
i know this is my parents house and they have rules. i respect that. but i have my fucking rite to privacy and i expect them to respect THAT. i already know my parents judge me because ive bounced from girl to girl while my little brother has been with the same one for five years. im into tattoos and piercings and he isnt. were into completely different things. so were different. its not my parents failure as such that i am who i am. i chose who i am and i may not like my decision most of the time but i live with it and make the best of the bed ive made. my parents have stood by me through some very tough times and i love them to death. they had my back when i enlisted. they were supportive when i was called to duty. they were there to meet me when i returned from iraq. they supported me moving out and offered help whenever i needed it. they let me move back in when my financial situation left me without an apartment. theyve always done all they could for me. almost. i deserve the respect of a little fucking privacy. i dont think thats much to ask. im not expecting to be out all night getting fucking trashed. pretty much, if im not at work, im here. i dont just up and leave for days at a time. i dont even know where i was going with this. fucking ADD. im tired. im going to play Jericho for half an hour then going to bed. for some reason not looking forward to work in the morning. i miss working 2-10 at the truck stop.
--PG
i know this is my parents house and they have rules. i respect that. but i have my fucking rite to privacy and i expect them to respect THAT. i already know my parents judge me because ive bounced from girl to girl while my little brother has been with the same one for five years. im into tattoos and piercings and he isnt. were into completely different things. so were different. its not my parents failure as such that i am who i am. i chose who i am and i may not like my decision most of the time but i live with it and make the best of the bed ive made. my parents have stood by me through some very tough times and i love them to death. they had my back when i enlisted. they were supportive when i was called to duty. they were there to meet me when i returned from iraq. they supported me moving out and offered help whenever i needed it. they let me move back in when my financial situation left me without an apartment. theyve always done all they could for me. almost. i deserve the respect of a little fucking privacy. i dont think thats much to ask. im not expecting to be out all night getting fucking trashed. pretty much, if im not at work, im here. i dont just up and leave for days at a time. i dont even know where i was going with this. fucking ADD. im tired. im going to play Jericho for half an hour then going to bed. for some reason not looking forward to work in the morning. i miss working 2-10 at the truck stop.
--PG
i'm sure it was an accident but still.. if he wasnt expecting a package like that then you would think he would of looked at the name one it.
*shrug*