I finally managed to get rid of that free host I had which messed up my blog and tried to delete all my files without my consent. I am now with ofblue.org. Happy days.
Happy November, guys. It’s hard to believe that it’s nearly the end of the year already – I could have sworn just yesterday I was still in university… My November has been pretty happy, not going to lie. It was Guy Fawkes Day on Tuesday and I went to see the fireworks with a friend. If you follow me on Instagram then you would have seen the picture/video I took when I went.
Guy Fawkes Night, also known as Guy Fawkes Day, Bonfire Night and Firework Night, is an annual commemoration observed on 5 November, primarily in Great Britain. Its history began with the events of 5 November 1605, when Guy Fawkes, a member of the Gunpowder Plot, was arrested while guarding explosives the plotters had placed beneath the House of Lords. Celebrating the fact that King James I had survived the attempt on his life, people lit bonfires around London, and months later the introduction of the Observance of 5th November Act enforced an annual public day of thanksgiving for the plot’s failure.
I also had a week off from work because my boss has gone on a course in Brighton. I have been working from home but it’s been pretty chill. I love my job. A new intern is starting next Tuesday, so that should be fun. There will be someone in the office to talk to other than my boss. Although it has been a happy start to the month, things are bit rough at home. I don’t usually talk about the on goings in my household but I need a place to rant other than to my best friend.
My dad has been having trouble finding work for a while now, and because he’s a stubborn man, he won’t listen to anyone about trying to get a qualification of some sort because that’s what most employers are looking for (My dad didn’t go to university and barely finished his O-Levels). My mum is pretty much the only one paying bills, and helping my sister and I out (my own personal Wonder Woman) with things we need for school/work.
A couple of months ago my dad managed to get a job at a local college, and everyone was really happy because even though it was minimum wage, he could finally start helping my mum out again. He even said to me that he was going to save up and take the family away on holiday to Jamaica (that’s where he’s from and he hasn’t been since he was young). Then suddenly he lost the job because the people that the employers usually hire came back and they didn’t need my dad anymore. So, it was back to the drawing board.
Except, apparently, it wasn’t. One day my dad came home and said to me, “I’m going on holiday to Barbados,” I looked at him as if he were mad. I reckon he is.
When I told my mum, she was pretty upset. She’s already struggling paying the bills by herself, so to find out that her husband has just decided to go on holiday with money he apparently saved must be pretty fucking difficult. Instead of my dad to be using that so-called money he’s saved to help out with the family, he decides to go on holiday instead. The thing is we recently went on holiday to the Philippines in December – January, so doesn’t that fill the holiday quota for the year?
My granddad was so upset that he shouted at him and started swearing. He makes a rule that he never ever swears, as well, but I guess my dad must have really rattled his cage.
I’m pretty fucking pissed off with my dad too. Me? I can look after myself. My sister, on the other hand, she’s the one who’s still going to school and needs supplies and money for school trips, and clothes, etc. Plus my mum needs help with bills as well! That much is obvious.
Ugh, just thinking about really mind boggles me. You’d think that family would come first instead of pleasure. I think my mum might be kicking my dad out, too.