guess whom...
Guess who's the young woman whose parents/associates/bosses asked her to cut her holidays short an come back to work a week earlier, sending, yet again, to screw the trip to Rome, programmed for months and already chenged because of flu,
Oh, and that was supposed to be the "We decided to don't give you all nothing for Christmas because we're gonna give you a trip of 10 days to Rome, aren't you excited? you'll finally get to have time for yourself, you'll be free even for just few days, isn't it great?"
Yeah, that's what I got working every damn day, without taking JUST TWO BLOODY HOURS OFF (which they still resent me for, but they couldn't tell me not to, since I was having my pratice exam for the driving license). that's what I got for being supportive, give every damn time the other cheeck, to serve and please them, to play nice and take all the crap that's bene thrown at me during the last few months and so on.
And, guess what? I apparently don't have any reason at all to be upset!
I swear, right now i feel like sending a good part of teh world to f**k themselves....
(ps. and, cherry on top, my mother's trying to FORCE ME to cut again my hair. just because I haven't had my hair long in 27 years because she didn't like it, it doesn't mean I don't. I finally got to have it shoulder lenght, and, forget it, I'm gonna take them, even if just to upset you, mummy dearest!