More Store Shenanigans

Yesterday I resolved to get to the store earlier, and I did -- at 1:30, by a half-hour. But after about 15, 20 minutes, My Father tells me to leave. He wants me to change our phone plan, but he says there's "no business" at the store, and he says I can leave if I want. I feel weird if I just ignored him and stayed. But I did have to change plans (by the way, I had enough time in the afternoon to drive out to a suburb to look through porn -- damn, I haven't done that in a long time!), and so I might as well leave at 1:45.

This week My Father didn't have to do anything in the back. Once again, this day I did not see anyone come in, even in my short time there. Maybe what he needed to do in the back, and thus necessitating someone to mind the front of the store, is done. One more connection to the store being severed as it closes.

Look, I don't want to work at the store. But, I want to help My Father. And I want to make sure we ring out the store on a good note. I will go down with this ship! And I'm sorry if my tardiness conveys the message that I don't want to be there. My intention is to be there; I just feel kind of ... oogy being there. Don't push me away, Father. I hate being pushed away, not at the moment the store needs support the most, not when I need the store the most. Why are you pushing me away?

Meanwhile, today Grandmother (completely forgetting that I bitched her out the night before) was gossiping again. She told me that Mother told her (I think, either she told her or Grandmother just overheard her talking to Father) that they have no money. I hope Grandmother's wrong. Because I don't need to hear that the family is now poor. I can't deal with that after hearing the store's closing.