Why even tell you anything?

(I'm not sure if this fits here, but I just need to get my feelings out. If this isn't appropriate for this Subreddit, then can someone tell me which one is?)

So these past few months I've been looking for a new job. I don't get very many hours at my other one and I need the money desperately so I can get out of the financial and mental slump I've found myself in. I have to take some time off school and if I'm not working I fall into this deep depression and anxiety and I feel suicidal at my worst times.

So I got this second job that will give me more hours. It's nothing fancy, believe me, but I think I fit in with the oddballs pretty well here.

This is my first job that pays more than 10 cents above the minimum wage. Again, nothing special but it's a step up. And right now, I'm trying to take the steps up.

I decided to tell my father about it, which in hindsight was a mistake on my part because whatever I do isn't good enough to him. Graduate high school? You never played sports. Go to college? Not the right major. Get a job? It's not a real job, despite my dad being an over-glorified fast food manager without the fast food.

So then he texts me telling me I'll hate my new job and how so-and-so hated it and how it's not a good job. Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do? Only have one job that will never give me enough to support myself and wait for you to give me money that you're never going to give me because you spend it all on useless shit? Even if I fucking hate that job in a few weeks, I'm staying there until I become semi-financially stable. It can't be worse than the other jobs I've had where I was harassed for months, can it?

TL;DR: NDad is always going to have something to fucking say.