I'm super angry at this moment because:
1. I get screamed at the moment I got home. I wasn't anticipating such less-than-tepid treatment, especially when I'm already 18 and that shopaholic mum of mine is the one doing the yelling. My dad didn't even flinch.
2. I have a job now, but I'm hating it at the same time. Doesn't anyone realise that I've got to work before I can play? Where in the world am I going to get the money to enjoy my last few months of freedom before I lapse into another phase of mugging again? People are calling me up from all over the place for class gatherings, meals, karaoke sessions, etc. , but without the money in the picture, the entire scenario looks pretty bleak.
3. I'm really going to work my ass off. The moment the manager told me I'd have to work till 1am on weekends, a little regret did branch off me. But work is work, and work=money. No work=no money. More work=more money. My math did improve. So that gives my mum another reason to yell at me.
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