Enough is enough and this is where I explode.
Yeah, I'm working for my dad. You can throw me all your comments like "Daddy's girl", "she's just going there to waste her time", "How can she learn while working with her dad, it does not apply to the theory of logic!" and other over-the-board-obsessedly-overlycritical remarks that you all may have and amuse me.
First of all, yeah I chose to work with my dad because he ask me to and how can you say no to your old man. Where's your sense of respect for the elders? Secondly, yeah I am doing
REAL SWEAT,TEARS AND BLOOD work there. What?! Do you actually think money that I used grow on trees?
It kinda irks me whenever I tell people that I work for father and they give me some kind of look like, "ooh daddy's girl", "Huh, with your father?! WTFBBQSTWXYZ!! "
Why do I get this kind of weird reaction? Is it because initially I didn't want to come out and say that I'm my dad's employee? Okie, probably before this working for my dad wasn't my first choice. But hey! I kinda enjoy it now. You people should be encouraging me, not wiping shit all over my face. Yeah maybe that's where it stemmed out from.
So today I wanna announce to everybody that I'M WORKING FOR MY DAD AND I'M FREAKING HAPPY WHERE I AM AND DON'T YOU GO ON YOUR OWN ASSUMPTION THAT I'M HAVING SO MUCH FREAKING TIME TO SPEND JUST BECAUSE IT'S MY DADDY'S WORK AND DON'T GO GIVING ME SOME OH-LISTEN-TO-ME-WISE-OL-SAYING ADVICE THAT I WILL NOT GROW OR LEARN IN MY JOB! AND DON'T GO CRYSTAL-BALLING MY FUTURE SAYING THAT I WILL NOT LAST LONG IN THIS JOB!
What is so wrong with working with my dad? I don't get why people would give me that kind of tone like "Is it you can't find any jobs outside?", "Nobody wanna employ you is it? Poor thing". It feels like people are making fun of me of what I do on the job with that questioning tone 'You sure you're doing all those ah..." and the word '
working' means
no-time-to-myself AKA I-can't-leave-my-job-on-a-whim-at-anytime-of-the-day AKA not-free-and-penniless. I don't need to *B E E P* explain *B E E P* what I've chose. Don't even need to *B E E P* justify myself why I *B E E P* did it.
So, I'm my daddy's little girl. DEAL WITH IT!!