"The problem is that your wife was there. The kids always misbehave if Mommy is there, and it's impossible to get any kind of regimen going with your wife constantly nitpicking you the whole time. It's a whole different dynamic if it's just you with the kids."So I guess in some way, that serves as positive validation. I don't really need positive validation of my parenting skills, as I don't define my life around them. What I need is positive validation of my work skill, and, of course, I generally get just the opposite*. Apparently, I pretty much suck at everything.
It's a good thing I don't care what you think. Otherwise, I might get depressed.
(*OK, this is maybe not officially certified as true. Usually, I'm told I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread, but not great enough to deserve to be paid above the 50th percentile of my job pay grade. I'm like a dog. You can say, "Good dog," until you're blue in the face, but if you never open up the treat bag, I'm not believing it. Come to think of it, "CherkyB," is a great name for a dog.)
Today, Rico asked me to take my beloved snow blower over to his house to clear his driveway of the snow that has been there since before Christmas. I had to admit that my pickup is not big enough to fit the tractor and blower in the back, so I had no way to get it there. I felt very unmanly. It would probably fit in Cavitation's or Tinfoil's pickup, but mine I got whilst living in San Schmose, so it is not a fullsize. It made a lot of sense there, and it honestly does here, too. What I really need is a little flatbed trailer, though I have nowhere to park it.
Oh well. Such is life.
7 comments:
Let him buy his own. He probably makes more than you, being Latino and all.
I had my pickup in San Schmose as well...but I still crammed it into all those stupid "compact" parking spots. I am sure it pissed off a lot of people...but that defines life in CA...every man, woman and child for themselves!
"I don't really need positive validation of my parenting skills, as I don't define my life around them. What I need is positive validation of my work skill."
Are you saying you define your life around your work!?
And we al thought it was all about Your Beloved.
But John Barleycorn defines it.
All you can find in San Schmose are the compact spots. Of the five or so normal-sized spots alloted per thousand compact spots, three are handicapped (and in a really strange location) and the other two, twelve miles away, are already full, having been parked in by some self-righteous EV driver who is trying to teach the likes of you a lesson. Or, they're occupied diagonally by a low rider with all sorts of fancy accessories that no one would spend money on. Don't scratch the paint, man.
Try being 9 months pregnant and squeezing yourself out of a full-sized vehicle that is crammed into a compact spot between two even fuller-sized vehicles, also crammed into the compact spots. I had to go out the hatch.
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