Not a kid

i’m feeling so frustrated now. i quitted my job as a promoter two days ago, and i’ve been seriously regretting it ever since. not that i wanted to quit, i was actually in a way, forced to quit.

reason number one is because my father is treating me like a complete child, like as if i’m going to be kidnapped any second! i finish work at 8pm, and he at 6pm. he could easily go home, shower, have dinner, watch some tv before coming out to pick me up again. but noo, he must wait for me to finish then only go home together. it’s not bad for waiting. but waiting for me two hours before i finish?!?!?!? that’s plain fucking absurd!! i am not a child!!

reason number two is because if i continue working, my hours would be from 4pm to 12am next week onwards. which would definitely cause an uproar from my parents, not to mention transportation problems. i for one do not have any problem with the timing. by all means, the later the better, i don’t want to go home so early.

reason number three is the extended date of working. i don’t know why i was affected by this, i think it’s because my father was disappointed saying he wanted to go on a holiday with us, etc etc. god, the things i do for my family.

although my job as a promoter isn’t the best, i kind of had fun the second day doing it. first day was a disaster, but second day was pretty enjoyable. and although i do not like to admit it, i think i’m having a crush on my supervisor. i still love my boyfriend – i think i do, cause that’s not exactly what i’m feeling right now. i think it’s the crush phase, once i’m over that i’ll be back to normal.

which i hope will not be very long. it’s bad enough i can’t see my supervisor anymore, i’m stuck on missing and crushing on him. it’s really a sucky feeling.

and i’m missing out on rm2150 worth of salary. two freaking thousand. i already planned out what i could buy with that amount of money, but now everything’s gone haywire.

FUCK IT!