Storms and stress
Today has just been a news filled day for me.
First story: a few weeks ago now some Indian girl, without a driving license, managed to dent our car by backing into it. Her father had gone into a shop to buy some stuff, and when he came out he'd had seen what she'd done. My ma had seen the whole thing, as she had just gotten out of the car. From what I hear, the father now refuses to pay us anything as he feels it isn't his fault for denting our car, and it was none of our business.
Extension to the first story: today I hear more news about our case, with the father who refuses to pay up, from my mother. When she had told my dad about someone denting our car, he immediately said - "I know this guy who could do some insurance claim on it and we can get more money out of the guy!" As soon as I heard this, I said "Fuuuuuuuuck." It gets interesting though. So the Indian father had managed to find out we were attempting to get more money out of him, and went directly to this insurance guy and said to him to stop helping us and to help him since they were the same religion and ethnicity etc. This is why the guy refuses to pay up.
My sister's input: although she disagrees with the whole thing, she's had to help this claim go through because my dad was pissed that it was taking so fucking long. So this letter comes through the post this morning about this claim shit, and my sister has read it and signed it already. My dad looked at it tonight and read through all the pages and got to how much we could claim....£500-ish. His words: "That's not a lot of money."....We've gone through all of this for £500! I mean fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Was there any point?! It's just fucking money and we're exploiting someone! What's even worse is that if they ring the police to say that we've conned them, we could be fined and pay compensation to the Indian guy. My ma never told me the car had gone away for a month. NEVER. I assumed it was back in working condition, but oh fucking no. I want my car back because this has gone on long enough.
Second story: Over the last few years, my dad has changed a considerable amount. As I look at the family photo of us altogether, he looks innocent - looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly. But now, I don't know what the fuck has changed in him. But he's been stealing money from the till (aka money-we-make). Today I caught him stealing some, but I didn't say anything. I'm thoroughly pissed about that.
Third story: My dad asked me what I was doing this summer. I said I was going back to America to see Ashley, from late June to early August. The reason he asked me was because he has to go back to Hong Kong to sort out some business deal, and he told me to work. I mean fuuuuuck, go back in June when I'm here still and when you come back I'll go to the States. I didn't say anything else to him. I did wanna ask him a few questions - who is gonna buy your ticket? How long are you going for? Do you actually have money? I only know two answers to those questions - he has no money. Turns out my ma ended up paying for the tickets to Hong Kong when they went in Feburary, and for everything they brought back.
How does this all affect me? Well, I got my own shit to deal with but I feel I need to take this into my own hands and deal with it with immediate effect. But I can't. I have my own shit to do. And now I'm feeling the storms and the stress move in. I don't wanna be down again. But ever since I've been home I've been feeling like shit - hearing news of everything that's been going on, I'm disappointed.
A few months ago, I decided to forgive my dad for his actions because he was trying to quit smoking and cut down on the gambling. But now I take it back. I take it all back because I'm fed up of it happening again. I can't handle the shit right now. Not right now. I'm tired of it all.
In other news, a customer of ours, actor in films and tv, said he would ask if the production company he works for wants a runner for the next film. So that's something to look forward too if I get it.
"Grab your coat. We're off to brave the storm in another country."
First story: a few weeks ago now some Indian girl, without a driving license, managed to dent our car by backing into it. Her father had gone into a shop to buy some stuff, and when he came out he'd had seen what she'd done. My ma had seen the whole thing, as she had just gotten out of the car. From what I hear, the father now refuses to pay us anything as he feels it isn't his fault for denting our car, and it was none of our business.
Extension to the first story: today I hear more news about our case, with the father who refuses to pay up, from my mother. When she had told my dad about someone denting our car, he immediately said - "I know this guy who could do some insurance claim on it and we can get more money out of the guy!" As soon as I heard this, I said "Fuuuuuuuuck." It gets interesting though. So the Indian father had managed to find out we were attempting to get more money out of him, and went directly to this insurance guy and said to him to stop helping us and to help him since they were the same religion and ethnicity etc. This is why the guy refuses to pay up.
My sister's input: although she disagrees with the whole thing, she's had to help this claim go through because my dad was pissed that it was taking so fucking long. So this letter comes through the post this morning about this claim shit, and my sister has read it and signed it already. My dad looked at it tonight and read through all the pages and got to how much we could claim....£500-ish. His words: "That's not a lot of money."....We've gone through all of this for £500! I mean fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Was there any point?! It's just fucking money and we're exploiting someone! What's even worse is that if they ring the police to say that we've conned them, we could be fined and pay compensation to the Indian guy. My ma never told me the car had gone away for a month. NEVER. I assumed it was back in working condition, but oh fucking no. I want my car back because this has gone on long enough.
Second story: Over the last few years, my dad has changed a considerable amount. As I look at the family photo of us altogether, he looks innocent - looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly. But now, I don't know what the fuck has changed in him. But he's been stealing money from the till (aka money-we-make). Today I caught him stealing some, but I didn't say anything. I'm thoroughly pissed about that.
Third story: My dad asked me what I was doing this summer. I said I was going back to America to see Ashley, from late June to early August. The reason he asked me was because he has to go back to Hong Kong to sort out some business deal, and he told me to work. I mean fuuuuuck, go back in June when I'm here still and when you come back I'll go to the States. I didn't say anything else to him. I did wanna ask him a few questions - who is gonna buy your ticket? How long are you going for? Do you actually have money? I only know two answers to those questions - he has no money. Turns out my ma ended up paying for the tickets to Hong Kong when they went in Feburary, and for everything they brought back.
How does this all affect me? Well, I got my own shit to deal with but I feel I need to take this into my own hands and deal with it with immediate effect. But I can't. I have my own shit to do. And now I'm feeling the storms and the stress move in. I don't wanna be down again. But ever since I've been home I've been feeling like shit - hearing news of everything that's been going on, I'm disappointed.
A few months ago, I decided to forgive my dad for his actions because he was trying to quit smoking and cut down on the gambling. But now I take it back. I take it all back because I'm fed up of it happening again. I can't handle the shit right now. Not right now. I'm tired of it all.
In other news, a customer of ours, actor in films and tv, said he would ask if the production company he works for wants a runner for the next film. So that's something to look forward too if I get it.
"Grab your coat. We're off to brave the storm in another country."
posted by Tez @ Tuesday, April 11, 2006
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