The opener was late again and it upsets my dad more than me. I told him about “not my circus not my monkeys” he got mad. When I got to work today we got a shipment of supplies. Whoever delivered them just left them in front of our oven. We could not even move around in there with all the stuff they shipped. So that took us at least a half hour which made us behind schedule to make the dough. They sent us a bunch of stuff we didn’t need.
I didn’t feel like immediately quitting today. When I got home my dad kept bothering me. He knew I was tired from work and needed all the sleep I could get from all the loud music and partying later in the night. He is trying to get a job and of course he’s trying to accelerate it for himself. I really should quit the job to cater to him.