RAGE.
I've had the flu for a week now.
I realized early this morning my bank account was overdrawn $42.
I go to town to borrow money from a friend, and also agree to buy cat food & groceries for my dad, even though I had only planned on making a quick trip to the bank.
It's about 80-83 in town today, and I've had a fever for quite a while.
I get to the bank, and they're closed.
Coming home I have a car cut in front of me right after another on the long road out here.
The car that cut in front of me was MY MOM.
When we get home I have her carry the other bag of groceries in.
While going in the house she asks where I went...oh I went to Fred Meyer, have I applied at Fred Meyer yet?
...I have a job.
Oh, that online thing? You're working 40 hours a week at that? (Said in a very snide, sarcastic tone).
Get a fucking job?
I GOT A FUCKING JOB.*
Why can't you just be happy I found something I can do, and be fucking positive for once in your god damn life??
*Yes I did actually get a job online, for those of you who didn't hear yet I work for these people: http://kgb.com/
I want to go downstairs and yell, scream, rant and rave at her. But I won't. I'll let Metallica - St Anger do my talking for me.
Will/Kale