quitting, starting over

i was feeling pissed with the amount of parental control in the house for the past week.
so when a twenty-something feels that way, the parents should rue the day.

decided im not going to be the doormat anymore. after all if there was even some sort of acknowledgement that i have been pulling my weight around the house it wouldn't be so bad but there i was getting slammed for things ive supposedly not been doing.

and then, something within me snapped.
why on earth am i being scolded as though i have not been doing anything at all to help around the house?
ask any friends of mine, and they will tell you that i always cut my trips short because im always in a hurry to ensure there is food on the dinner table.

why am i being accused of not being a good example when i tell my siblings to make sure they have an opinion and not grow up to be spineless creatures?

decided, that was it.
i absolutely refused to look for a job because i have been putting my family first all this while.
i kept on thinking, if i work, how about the chores around the house? how about dinner?

so you know, i QUIT.

got my resume together, got myself an interview, got myself a position at a firm.

so i got til july to get my stuff together and making sure ive got enough clothes to wear..
its been a long time since i last worked in an office anyway.
if you take a look at my wardrobe, you'll see the clothes of a college student who goes to the gym regularly, and has a penchant for dresses.

this is one shopping trip i absolutely dread.