in case you thought my relationship with my dad was perfect...

so this morning i decide to slack off and get an extra hour of sleep. WRONG. i am woken up by this phone call on my cell phone from my dad in shanghai.

now you have to understand that i have been writing email after email asking him for advice lately. no reply. his response is always - i'll talk to you when you get here. so i've been dragging my sorry ass all over town - working 14 hour days WHILE organizing the personal stuff that i badly needed advice.

now at 7h00 in the morning (my time) he wants all the details. i proceed to tell him, he can't hear. i repeat myself - he can't hear. he proceeds to shoot question after question to which i have no answer. i literally have no answer because i didn't know how to handle a certain situation and had to involve a church uncle.

he goes "what? what's wrong with you - you're so rude. i guess you don't want to talk to me!!" click.

wow - that's cold. a transatlantic hang-up. it's the worse kind because i can't call back shanghai (cause its so complicated)

wtf. does the man have pms? wtf is his problem. like he'll only talk to me when he wants to? f that! so frustrating.

****he just called to apologize. now i feel bad dissing him on the web. meh. c'est la vie.