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Yes, I'm angry enough to post.

Sorry, but, y'know. DJ isn't the right place for this.

My father is aware of a lot of things about me, as you might expect. One of them is that I'm very shy - no surprises there. Another is that I have a horror of talking to people on the phone, unless I know them really well and have talked to them a fair amount in real life. Another is that I dislike people doing things I am capable of doing for me if I seem to be having difficulty. Actually, make that "hate". I deal badly with unexpectedly having to talk to strangers. And so on.

Now, I've been making sounds about wanting a job for the next year at one of the Music & Video Exchange shops in London, and was planning next Saturday to take some records I was planning on selling anyway in there and thus get into conversation about how I might get some work. Yes, it's roundabout, but it probably would have worked and would have been fairly easy on me.
But that was not to be. For my father, genius and philanthropist that he is, decided he'd ring the shop, talk to the man in charge and throw the phone at me, without telling me that he was going to do it. I mean, eleven o'clock on a Monday morning out of the blue is not the best time to suddenly be asked "Can you name the members of Roxy Music? What about Orbital?" (Actually, no time is the best time to be asked if I can name the members of Orbital, 'cause I can't, but you take my point.)
I had to carry off a conversation with the really rather abrasive gentleman at the other end of the telephone, sounding simply enthusiatic and hopeful rather than furious and on the verge of hysteria. Joy.
Yes, it sort of worked, and I'm to go and see them on Saturday. But I've a feeling I'll be in London a whole lot sooner than that. Dad's been a complete fucking bastard the last few weeks anyway, and I've had more than enough. In the words of The Communards, "I'm leaving tomorrow - I've had all I can take."

I can't even begin to describe how I'm feeling. If it seems I'm overreacting, then you're probably not appreciating just how much I hate suddenly talking to strangers, particularly over the phone.

Sheesh.

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