I have worked so much more today than I have in the past couple of months off. The whole task today was to clear my front garden which had junk that was in the garage. And to help complete this task my dad took the day off.. I haven’t got a driving license yet after all.
But I wasn’t too keen spending a day with him. I regret thinking that now as I ended up doing fine with him. Well after I said I couldn’t talk much due to my throat which was partly true. Me and dad have good moments with each other sometimes but he a complete dick sometimes. By that I mean that he overreacts and argues with me when he is pissed off with something unrelated. I can’t complain though, we all are sometimes I guess. But going back on the subject, I didn’t want to talk much with him as it normally end up being annoying. I feel bad feeling like that though as least he is trying.
The day worked out like this. I got up more early than I needed to (not on purpose I must say, illness) and spent loads of time catching up with various blogs. I do admit some of these blogs I wouldn’t want anyone walking into the room when I’m on them. But I’m a teenager, what do you expect. 
Anyway, I wasn’t able to read them the past couple of days as I didn’t feel like reading much and was being sick way too often. When I noticed my dad was ready to do the task, I was quick to start it or it wouldn’t of happened.
I totally had fun murdering these chairs to little pieces. I wasn’t doing this just for the fun of it though, they wouldn’t fitted in the car unless I smashed them to bits. One word of advice though. Watch out for bits of flying wood. My arms has got all these cuts on it now. Oh well.. it was totality worth it.The other thing that was verging on the unsafe side is that I was trusted with a circular saw to make scrap wood that was oversized to fit the car. There was some dodgy moments when I thought something bad was about to happen. I had dust in my eyes aswell.
Oh yeah, so we managed to get all that junk to the skip in five car journeys. I shouldn’t call it the skip as its the recycling centre. You can tell that by the fifth visit to the ’skip’ that I recognised the guys working there and they recognised me and my dad. I started to have a crush on one of them by the end of the day I had to admit. It was raining and whilst in a rush to throw the junk, I got detracted looking at him and walked past the pile I needed to put it on and put it on the wrong heap. I said sorry to the guy and he smiled. That was strange..
I helped out interviewing a assietent director today which meant I held a Zoom in the middle of the table cause the stand didn’t work. It was for the interview feature of the radio show I shall be doing when I’m back from Disneyland. I’ll need to make sure I’ve done all the paperwork and check with the others.