I became... somewhat inebriated last night and emailed my father, letting him know precisely what I think of him, which was perhaps not the most prudent move. Still, what's done is done. Once the word flies, it cannot be recalled, and I have no regrets. Father is obstinate, a dictator, a tyrant. I let father know that (a) his daughter is Jewish (hence she is named 'Jewel') and that (b) I shall be nothing like him, as a father, but instead be a reasonable man. She's my baby girl, and I would do most anything for her, but on her terms, for I do not insist and impose my will upon her. If I am honest, I love mummy more than dad. Most guys do, much like most girls adore daddy.
In any case, I have cut loose for my birthday. I just don't care. If there's only one day a year when I can do so, it is today. The rest of the year is spent working my ass off for next to nothing. Let's get out of here, and forget ourselves for a brief moment. Then, once awoken with a hangover, it's back to work.
Speaking of which, the teaching gig got back to me. I will have some web meeting, then several more hurdles to clear, but I am convinced that my knowledge (and being affable) will see me through. This 'ain't my first rodeo. I know what to do, more than many. It is a case of not pushing it, being a good listener, serious, yet jolly good fun. Being amicable. I am quite certain that I can cinch this job. There's nothing to it, for I have been studying towards this for over ten years now.
Max.
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