This is a long story and it's a bit hard for me to describe the situation since there are lots if details  and I'm not going to omit info since details matter 
TL:DR at the bottom

So a little background. My work consists of me helping my dad on our own construction site. It's a pretty large construction site for the fact that there are few workers. Usually it's my Dad and an unskilled labourer. When I have a holiday I go to help him because I understand that he is working for me and my brother's future. Usually I go from 7 am-11 am (4 hours since I'm underage). In these Christmas holidays I've been going everyday except Sunday and Christmas. I didn't go for the last 2 days since I had to go do voluntary work for a school project. 

Anyway, yesterday I told my Dad that I didn't need to voluntary work tomorrow (which is today) so I can come to work he said he'll find me something to do. My dad pays me since he thinks that motivates me to come to work and I'm grateful. This morning I woke at 6:30 had breakfast and changed  my clothes to the concrete caked ones and rode my bike to the construction site it takes me about 5 minutes to get there at normal speed on my bike. On arrival I left my bike near the door and closed it and went inside the kitchen put on safety shoes and drank a glass of water.

 I went up stairs to the part if the building still being built and I found my dad and the unskilled labourer (Who was pretty new about 3 weeks) building the roof of a room. I asked my dad what I should do and he told me to take the scattered stones around the room near the buzzsaw. After, I helped the labourer take up a stone on his shoulder (about 30 by 8 inches of limestone) and he climbed onto the ladder to pass it to my dad. My dad told him not to lift it like that (from his back) and when I helped him lift it onto his shoulder again, my dad told me (in our language, the labourer was foreign) "Has this guy never seen anyone lift a stone?" I wasn't sure how to respond since I forgot the proper way to lift it too. Then he showed him how. 

About 10 minutes later he got a call from the guy we borrowed the material lift from that they were outside and came to get it. My dad said to me "Already? We just have to lift these last few things and we will give it to them, go open the door for them." So I went downstairs and opened the door for them I couldn't see them clearly due to my -7 eyesight and me not wanting to break my glasses at work so I waved to them but when they didn't respond I taught they were the neighbours and got slightly embarrassed/awkward.  "Come in" I said but they must have heard "Coming" instead and said don't worry. I was confused so I went back upstairs and saw my dad and the labourer carrying the lift and then tying it up so we would lift it with the crane (Which was in the courtyard) onto the ramp were the truck with stones usually comes for deliveries. "Go open the gate" my dad said. The gate was locked from the outside so I had to go open. I opened the gate for the truck to go onto the ramp. 

My dad then asked me from the 1st floor where the lift and room with roof they were working on where "Did the truck come in?" Why did he ask me this? Sound travels badly here so If I could hear him asking me this question he should be able to see the truck. I respond with a loud "yes" so that he can hear me. I went back upstairs and drove the tower crane with the lift onto their truck and proceeded to go back downstairs and close the gate. When I went back upstairs my dad asked me why I was shouting I told him so that he could hear me. He told me the I embarrassed him in front of the truck drivers by yelling and getting angry. What? He didn't even talk to them! I've been told I always sound angry which is probably true but what was I supposed to do! He asked me a question! 

Well whatever I brushed it off and went back to work. I started sweeping the floor off debris and stone dust into a wheelbarrow. While doing that I talked to my dad about something that popped into my head, "I thought Noel (my brother) was coming with you guys tonight to the dinner of your friends? Is he coming with me to sleep at our grandparents? Did he change his mind?" He then said "Let him do whatever he wants." My dad then went to cut some stones in the other room with the buzzsaw. 

I continued sweeping the floor. Labourer comes in the room with a stone carrier and a stone on it and lays the stone on the floor.  He then stares at the ladder breathing heavily. Then after staring for about a minute at the ladder proceeds to move it to the side and also move the concrete bricks underneath to make the ladder higher. He then goes back out of the room. He then comes in with a new stone on the carrier and dies the same thing again. What? Why does he keep doing that? He didn't even use the ladder before. And instead of going round the pile of stone dust he proceeds to trample over it with the carrier and his himself. He did this last week too. This fucker. He can spend a minute staring at a fucking ladder but he can't waste a second to go round the pile I was sweeping. Ok I wasn't that angry since it happened before but I was annoyed. Whatever. He then comes back into the room with a new stone and proceeds to do the same thing minus the trample thing.

What even is going on? I go to the other room. "Dad, what was is it you told him to do? He keeps moving the ladder around."
"I told him to move the ladder so he can put stones instead of the ladder"
"Why is he moving it each time he comes into the room?"
"Every time you do this! Mind your own business, I'm in charge of him! This isn't school! Going to report people to the teacher."
What the hell! Last time I did this was 5 months ago when a different labourer kept staring about and doing nothing when he could be doing something! 

I got the wheelbarrow I was filling with stone dust and debris took it to its room. I put my broom and shovel in the storage room and went downstairs. I checked my phone it should be 9 at least by now right? 8:20 and a missed call. It was mom, I called her back
"Honey, ask dad if he opened the garage so that the maid can come in and call me back with his answer"

So I went and asked him.
"He said yes mom, also in coming home early"
"Isn't there anything to do?"
"Not really, bye"

My dad always told me if you don't want to be here you can leave I'm not forcing you. I never did leave early since when I started in June since I felt guilty, even in days where it was 35°C and I was stuck driving the crane. 
"Dad,I'm leaving"
"Bored already?"
"Yes"
In my mind I rationalized there was no crucial work to be done and I would end up wasting time.
I already felt terrible for leaving work early because i felt entitled and thought it would be awkward later today when he comes home.

When I arrived home I heard Mom in her new office talking in the phone. Then I realised it was dad.
"What's going on?"
"DAHunter go get your laptop down here you're not allow to use it"
"What? Why!"
"Dad has been telling me how you yelled at him in front if the construction workers, reporting your brother and reporting the labourer!"
I couldn't help it, I yelled at her
"WHAT THE HELL HE IS MAKING STUFF UP I DIDN'T DO ANY OF THAT"
She then got off the phone, my mom has a problem with stress and I felt bad for shouting.
I then proceeded to explain my side if the story.
"DAHunter, you're racist! You always go report anything the labourers do wrong just because they are black!" 
What has that got to do with anything?
"I don't hate black people mom! I hate idiots!"
"That doesn't excuse you embarrassing your father!"
She then shouted from across the house 
"Noel! Get off your computer and come do your homework!" (Noel is 12 and that's not his real name). 

I then went to take a shower for about 20 minutes. I still can't see what I did wrong. Maybe from their point if view I did something wrong because I'm easily angered. My shout sounds angry, My dad thinks I always pick on my brother even when he is not there and apparently I'm a racist and can't stand people. Sorry this was so long but I wanted as much if the story here since I'm not sure during which moment I was an asshole in.

TL:DR My dad got mad at me at work for yelling and apparently embarrassing him and asking him what the hell the labourer was doing. I went home and he called my mom with a version that was to me, twisted.






