day three and i want to kill someone
my little shit of a brother precisely.
to start the day, he took my alarm clock out of my room, making me late for work on my second day! due to sleeping in, i had to drive into the city during morning peak hour (money) pay for parking all day at international airport (more money) and drive home through peak hour traffic (more money, and stress, stress. STRESS!!!
work today was deathly quiet at some stages, then when a plane to thailand was delayed by 8 hours, we were inundated by 200 travellers (most of whom spoke little to no english) with gift vouchers. because i was one hour late, i had to leave at 4 30... which put me in the biggest rush of traffic the world has ever seen...
now when i get home, my little brother has installed yet ANOTHER fucking game on my computer, and refused to get off when all i really want to do is sit down with a beer and check my email. when i told him to piss off out of my room, he argued, then cracked the shits, unplugged my computer and kicked it over... i never ever ever raise a fist in anger... but by christ its looking like a really fucking good idea right now. i am not a violent person by any means, but right now i just want to see that child bleed.
maybe this wasnt the best time to quit smoking. the patches and gum are helping, but with this much stress going down im seriously about to run up to the petrol station, buy a packet of 50 16mg holidays and down them all.
fuck. this.
to start the day, he took my alarm clock out of my room, making me late for work on my second day! due to sleeping in, i had to drive into the city during morning peak hour (money) pay for parking all day at international airport (more money) and drive home through peak hour traffic (more money, and stress, stress. STRESS!!!
work today was deathly quiet at some stages, then when a plane to thailand was delayed by 8 hours, we were inundated by 200 travellers (most of whom spoke little to no english) with gift vouchers. because i was one hour late, i had to leave at 4 30... which put me in the biggest rush of traffic the world has ever seen...
now when i get home, my little brother has installed yet ANOTHER fucking game on my computer, and refused to get off when all i really want to do is sit down with a beer and check my email. when i told him to piss off out of my room, he argued, then cracked the shits, unplugged my computer and kicked it over... i never ever ever raise a fist in anger... but by christ its looking like a really fucking good idea right now. i am not a violent person by any means, but right now i just want to see that child bleed.
maybe this wasnt the best time to quit smoking. the patches and gum are helping, but with this much stress going down im seriously about to run up to the petrol station, buy a packet of 50 16mg holidays and down them all.
fuck. this.