Thursday, April 15, 2004
'When You Realize The Value of All Life, You Dwell Less on What is Past And Concentrate More on The Preservation of The Future.' -Dian Fossey
That semi-interview I had was kind of lame. The lady was very nice and stuff but she said that at the moment they weren't looking for supervisors...she got my phone number just in case...
This morning I was awakened by a lady from this English teaching school who wants to interview me. Ha what a coincidence! We scheduled to meet next Monday at 11:00am...geeez I had left my resume there like 6 months ago! Not bad eh?!
These past two days left me in quite a peculiar state of mind! Dad hasn't been paying child care like he should. He first started off by paying less money than he really should, and now, well now this month he didn't pay! -As I've mentioned we've been having financial problems lately and this money makes a big difference...mom when talking to grandy (her mom) mentioned my dad's lack of responsibility, grandy was furious! So she called up our lawyer and told him to take measures. The first thing he did was give my dad a warning, the next step would be sending him to jail...
My dad was furious! He called us back and said a whole bunch of crap...demonstrating the jerk that he really is.
Grandma wants to stick him in jail, and for that to happen they need me to sign the paper...I know that they (mom & grandy) are right and that I should sign the things, but he's my dad and I can't put him in jail! Even if we don't talk, even if he never gave me anything, even if he's a liar, even if he's a jerk, even if he's made me cry, even if it's only a matter of fighting for my rights, even if he's ignorant, even if he doesn't call me on my b-day, even if he's made me wait all day long for him sitting at the door step when I was 4, 5, 6, 7... years old to see him and he didn't show up, even if he's called me fat (I'm just chubby!), even if he doesn't know what my favorite color is... and on and on and on... but the truth is, even if he's an asswhole, he's my f-a-t-h-e-r, father. Dad, papa, papi, padre...
I might be wrong though.
Before, the law here in Brazil used to say that child care had to be given till the child hit its full legal age (21), but last year it changed...the full legal age is now 18 so it's really up to the judge to decide till what age child care is supposed to be provided. -Our judge decided that dad would have to pay child care till I was done with college. Now I'm telling ya...at 21 I'm drawing a line! I don't want his money...I hate this.
Grandy keeps telling me: 'Face it Nashlah, just face it, you don't have a father...you only have his blood and that doesn't make him your daddy!' -Dang, I don't wanna hear it!
That doesn't make me depressed or anything, but it's just all very uncomfortable...it bothers me.
That semi-interview I had was kind of lame. The lady was very nice and stuff but she said that at the moment they weren't looking for supervisors...she got my phone number just in case...
This morning I was awakened by a lady from this English teaching school who wants to interview me. Ha what a coincidence! We scheduled to meet next Monday at 11:00am...geeez I had left my resume there like 6 months ago! Not bad eh?!
These past two days left me in quite a peculiar state of mind! Dad hasn't been paying child care like he should. He first started off by paying less money than he really should, and now, well now this month he didn't pay! -As I've mentioned we've been having financial problems lately and this money makes a big difference...mom when talking to grandy (her mom) mentioned my dad's lack of responsibility, grandy was furious! So she called up our lawyer and told him to take measures. The first thing he did was give my dad a warning, the next step would be sending him to jail...
My dad was furious! He called us back and said a whole bunch of crap...demonstrating the jerk that he really is.
Grandma wants to stick him in jail, and for that to happen they need me to sign the paper...I know that they (mom & grandy) are right and that I should sign the things, but he's my dad and I can't put him in jail! Even if we don't talk, even if he never gave me anything, even if he's a liar, even if he's a jerk, even if he's made me cry, even if it's only a matter of fighting for my rights, even if he's ignorant, even if he doesn't call me on my b-day, even if he's made me wait all day long for him sitting at the door step when I was 4, 5, 6, 7... years old to see him and he didn't show up, even if he's called me fat (I'm just chubby!), even if he doesn't know what my favorite color is... and on and on and on... but the truth is, even if he's an asswhole, he's my f-a-t-h-e-r, father. Dad, papa, papi, padre...
I might be wrong though.
Before, the law here in Brazil used to say that child care had to be given till the child hit its full legal age (21), but last year it changed...the full legal age is now 18 so it's really up to the judge to decide till what age child care is supposed to be provided. -Our judge decided that dad would have to pay child care till I was done with college. Now I'm telling ya...at 21 I'm drawing a line! I don't want his money...I hate this.
Grandy keeps telling me: 'Face it Nashlah, just face it, you don't have a father...you only have his blood and that doesn't make him your daddy!' -Dang, I don't wanna hear it!
That doesn't make me depressed or anything, but it's just all very uncomfortable...it bothers me.
