mayalaen

My dad is the king of half-assing things.

And then he always expects praise for the half-assed thing.

Yesterday he decided he would help me out by picking up a huge order that came to our PO box. I didn’t ask him to, but he did it anyway.

It was ink. $5000 of it.

Which he then left in his vehicle all day (including over an hour at a restaurant where there’s a lot of car break-ins) instead of bringing it into the house.

We live in the desert, and even though it’s not super hot out yet, it sure as hell got hotter than the 80-degree top limit you should store ink in. That was outside. Inside cars it’s even hotter.

The ink itself can get pretty hot. That’s not the problem. The seals, plastic bottles, and labeling are the problem. Things burst and crack here if you leave them in a car even for a short period of time without air conditioning. In the middle of summer, air conditioning can’t even keep up with the heat. It’s hard to get ice cream or ice home quickly enough even if you live close to the supermarket with the air conditioning blasting the whole way.

Let me just reiterate that the ink was at the PO box, which is air conditioned and relatively safe from theft, and I could’ve picked it up myself today and gone straight to the shop with it.

When I told him there was $5000 in heat sensitive ink in those boxes, the color drained from his face.

I thanked him for picking it up. But it probably didn’t come across as gratitude. Thankfully the bottles seem okay. I’m glad it’s not hotter outside yet.

do y’all notice a pattern with my family? like i’d probably be a wealthy person if it wasn’t for them? but instead i just scrape by while my family fucks it up making it look like i’m not as successful as i am and damn it that last bit makes me sound like a whiny privileged brat but i just want to rant i’ll stop now