I am trying to get to the coffee. My dad is between me and the coffee and this is making me even more cranky than I would normally be in the mornings (and after 10 years of getting up to face clients, opposing counsel and my secretary, I have become extremely unlikable pre-caffeine).
He appears to be talking to me.
“... concerned... you’re not happy... mother and I… something something something…”
I heard this before, it is a conversation that never goes anywhere. Today, driven to respond so that I can get to the plunger, I turn around and say “Fine, I’m very unhappy, I hate my job, I’m always inside the office, I only meet other professionals, my most enlightening conversations are with the cat, and I can’t work out where I made the pivotal decision that resulted in my life being so fucked up.”
He looks confused.
“Why don’t you leave then?”
I tell him I will. And I get my coffee.
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