So lately, I've been watching over my father's bar due to him being unwell... (I have stopped believing that now) I hated the idea of doing it, but I went ahead and barsat for the last couple of months. So many nights up, so many mornings asleep. I can't take it anymore. I am not a fan of winding down, having a beer, listening to music so loud where I can't hear myself think, watching girls dance on a pole, and when it's all over, taking people who can't drive or have a vehicle home. I just feel so offended in so many ways. I've tried talking to dad about this, but I feel like he doesn't care about my opinion and just wants me to take over when he dies. -sigh- I am always having no voice in the matter, no matter how much I scream. I guess I just have to go find another job. I've tried, but to no avail. Guess that means I have to try harder. Well... I am tired... I need to rest up.