“You don't need to cut down a forest when we need wood!”
That is what my mother told my dad the last time we went out to collect firewood. There are people who do work slowly and consistently; it's enjoyable, peaceful. There are no arguments and no fighting with others. Then there are people like my family: people, who in other words, do “cut down a forest when they need wood.” My family fights and argues constantly.
Someone once said, “The more the people, the less work each individual has to do.” The work is distributed over multiple workers.
Last month we were desperately in need of wood. So one weekend my dad and I went across the Tonsina River to get it. After a few arduous hours of back-breaking work, my stomach made a thunderous roar. I was hungry and my stomach was telling me so. I walked up to dad and asked, “Hey dad; did you bring any lunch?”
“No,” he replied.
“So you brought no lunch and you expect me, a hardworking hockey player, to work for another five hours, sustained by only an apple?”
So we eventually come home from cutting wood for a total of eleven hours with barely any food.
The work is not the hardest thing to deal with in my family; it's my family itself. For example, when collecting wood, my father says, “When wood’s easy we have to get all we can,” or, “You’re not finished until it’s all done.” What’s the point of having so much wood for a warm house when you have no time to sit in your “warm house?” We now have an overflowing woodshed that still needs tending to.
There are arguments constantly over who load the sleds and who unloads at the woodshed and fights about who'll drive the snow machines, and who gets what sandwich down at the river when lunch comes.
In our family it’s a pain to deal constantly with the people you’re working with. Some people say they like working with their family. Is working with your family a positive or negative experience?