Dad doesn’t want to let go; I’m lazy and not used to taking care of myself. There have been fights.

I really don’t get why my dad thinks certain things are his problem, like my having to reschedule the gas company’s visit till Friday because I had a job interview today. There’s no emergency, mind you—they just need to turn the stove on. In the meantime, I have a toaster oven and I can make gazpacho. It’s really no skin off his ass, but he got pissed off at me the other night for not doing what HE suggested and rescheduling my job interview. I realize he has not been on a proper job interview in something like three decades, but you’d think he’d understand that you can’t just reschedule these things. As an employer himself, I kind of doubt he’d be thrilled if someone interviewing for him rescheduled a job interview because they had to have someone turn the gas on.

And oh god, I wish like hell I could find a job…I hate charging it to Daddy. Maybe I should just move home.