I've been going through stuff in the basement. I went through a box of papers filled with my dad's cover letters and resumes from about ten years ago, when money was tight and times were hard. (Honestly, i did not even feel how hard it was, my parents did so well for us -- even while they were bankrupt). Damn, he applied to so many jobs in various fields, even fields he hadn't been in for ten-fifteeen years. Everything was neatly paper clipped, organized, and annotated. He was so proper about printing every darn thing out (omg, muh boomer parent), lol, even though it was all saved in his email.
I also found some cover letters that I reviewed/edited for him. Ha! I contributed!!! (trivially)
But, seriously. My dad and I don't get along well sometimes, and I think it's because I'm so similar to him (not as industrious, sadly). Also, because I've not been able to live up to my full potential, my parents have been angry with me, and there's a lot of strife at home. I get angry in response because I think they're not being understanding enough, and they are sooooo meeeaaannnn (reeeee ree reeee). Seeing those records reminded me how hard my father works. It's been on my mind lately anyways. I know I need to work very hard so I can take good care of my parents like they have for me.
I love my dad. I have to say it here because it'd be weird if I said it to his face.