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â‚° Work Experience - 1 Monday, 25 March 2013 | 0 comment[s] First day of work experience, I didn't get sacked. Whoooooooooooooot. Hahaha. It's funny 'cause like. All I did was change barcodes and muck around with Loc because he kept on popping by my work place. I did get to sell the lotto sometimes though. But personally I think I'm better at charging go cards than any of that. HAHA! Well, first thing in the morning, before 'work', my dad goes off at me for not telling my cousin to don't pick me up. Because like, everyone in our school knows the grade tens have work experience and that he should know as well because he did it last year! And then he comes over to which I get into trouble for. Like. Fucking hell. Urgh, pisses me off so much before I could even start. Then in the car, he lectures me that if my grades drop JUST because of talking online, I swear. I'll cut off all social networkings again. Fucking hell. He doesn't know I stopped facebooking for half a year last year. Does he really want me to isolated and anti-social altogether? Because if he wants that to happen then I'll do it. That includes Skype and all that sites as well. Tch. Like, he tells me that we're putting money out just so that I can go to tutor and that I'm wasting it. I NEVER FUCKING WANTED TO GO IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU COMPLAINED ABOUT ME BEING STUPID AT VIETNAMESE, WHO'S FAULT IS THAT I WONDER. WHO THE HELL SIGNED ME UP INTO TUTOR AND NOW I DON'T EVEN HAVE ENOUGH TIME FOR VIETNAMESE SCHOOL. FUCK. Oh and then after work. I finish at three, my dad calls me five times at two fifty. And then I get into trouble for not picking up. He goes off at me, "What's the point in having a phone if you're not going to use it? Just leave it at home and turn it off already." Yeah. He puts the blame on me. I felt like shit right there. Being blamed for reasons even though it was at his fault. An I that easy of a target? I hate myself for being so weak, so fragile, so fucking vulnerable. I just hate it. Alright I'm done. No more raging. I've got more in store for tomorrow. Because I know that the same thing is going to happen tomorrow. Tch. Bye. Sometimes you just have to blame others to make yourself feel good, even if its bad. |
