Angry.

General rule of thumb, don't ever write anything in anger. However, considering I'm nearly always angry and if I'm not, then the anger is just lying in wait, I might as well. Point to prove remember?

Anyway so today I find out my birthday present - to go see my favourite comedian Tim Minchin, was yesterday. That's right, Mum paid roughly $250 for two little yellow tickets that were never used because we had the dates wrong. So I spent my night getting yelled at by my Boss instead of actually enjoying myself. Great. Happy. Goddamn. Birthday.

So what else has happened? Surely something that would make me smile and yet no. I spent my weekend doing 8 hour shifts at work because I need the money. I haven't been to work in four months so you'd think they'd give some form of leeway and yet again, no. I just got yelled at for eight hours straight. It was so much fun the first day that when they called and asked if I could come in five hours early and help them out the next day, I said yes, coz I am just that nice, or stupid. Whichever.

So I'm angry. I think the fact that no one is at fault but me makes my anger worse, because whilst everyone will deny it, it's easier to be angry at someone else. So now I have a pile of homework that hasn't been done coz I spent my study time serving fries and smiling till my cheeks felt like they were going to crack, I have missed out on a concert I've been looking forward to since I got the tickets and for what? $120, time to get a new job.