Undream A Dream, So I had a job interview for something I really wanted, but for some reason Dad had to come along.

So I had a job interview for something I really wanted, but for some reason Dad had to come along.

The interviewer (it was for some sort of cool reporter job, but like a think tank more than a newspaper)? Came in with her coworkers and we were talking. My dad stayed silent until someone mentioned Honduras. (My sister is half-Honduran.)

Then he got belligerently racist. “THEY’RE LAZY THEY DONT’ WANT TO WORK MY COWORKERS DON’T DO ANYTHING” (Based off an actual complaint he had)

I screamed at him and told him to get in the car. I then turned around and tried to smooth down ruffled feathers, as the reporter and her coworkers were clearly shocked.

I apologized profusely for his behavior and made it clear that there was no way I could ever endorse his bigoted views.

The interviewer nodded but it was clear that the job wasn’t going to be mine - she didn’t want to deal with the baggage that came from me having such a psycho family following me around.

Then I woke up.