Not A Plumber

Not A Plumber

My brother is the most frustrating person in the world. He’s always been different to other people in the sense that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks, doesn’t listen to people’s advice and actively goes against what people say when they try to be too helpful. He’s a handful and really hard to connect with, which has made it very difficult to be his sister. 

I am especially frustrated with him right now. He’s studying to become a plumber at the local TAFE and he’s refusing to organise his placement. He needs to do his placement and be an apprentice for several years before he can become qualified and I am so angry at him for wasting his time and throwing opportunities down the drain. Pun not intended – I’m too angry to laugh. He is literally never going to become a qualified drain plumber if he doesn’t put the work in. Studying only gets you so far. Without the real-life experience that he literally needs to become qualified, he won’t be able to practice at all.

I’m sure my frustration is very clear. I can feel my anger oozing out of me and going straight onto the page. I feel sorry for whoever picks up this piece of paper and reads it. I’m going to leave it on the kitchen table, wide open, in the hope that my brother picks it up and realises how angry with him I am. And don’t forget disappointed – I’m extremely disappointed too.

At this rate, I think he should just give up and go and work in retail. He’ll never be a drain repairs specialist in the Brighton area, or anywhere for that matter. No one will hire him if he’s not qualified and he’s brought this upon himself. There’s nothing I can do about it and I’ve tried countless times to help him, offer him advice and be an avenue to bounce ideas off. I give up. It’s not my problem and I shouldn’t stress about it. I just need to focus on myself.