Thursday, November 24, 2011.
> 2:44:00 PM.
You obviously don't understand the severity of a job. It's a commitment where I have to show up for work and be responsible when I say I can. Simply saying " don't go to work la" on the day of my shift shows how self centered you are. Yeah I get the whole deal of fetching people at the airport but they landed at 11 ish and you just had to show them the area they are staying at. I already told you I wanna go for an interview and I need to do things before going to work. Fuck you. Not only have I not gotten enough sleep, I'm probably going to be late for work, and I can't go for the interview. Who's pay getting cut? Mine. Who has to go through your tantrums when I ask for extra cash cause I'm always late? Me. So fucked up. I'm always bearing all the "take care of the shop, I don't care" shit cause your two other children can't help you. One can't be bothered and the other is always busy. And then you wonder why I'm always trying to come home late, or not at all if I can. This will forever go on. My O levels I had to skip studying cause you want someone to help you. My diploma exams, I had to take care of the shop because you wanna go orchard to get your orders. My work, always being late cause you wanna impress people and do things to make them think you're all that when you should just wake up and smell the dirt on the ground. They say the apple dosent fall far from the tree. Look where your son is now. And I'll be damned if I grew up to be like you. Don't get me wrong. I still love you, but I'm just so tired of all this.