Saturday, April 17, 2004

Normally, as I stare at my face in the mirror (an act I usually avoid) I don't think to myself 'hey, you need more responsibility!'. Apparently a great deal of other people do.

Mum thinks a summer internship would make me grow out of my still-bratty, irrational 'want-this-want-that', mood swinging ways. Sadaf thinks making me the group leader for SEC (hence making me answerable and responsible for a screw-up) will teach me to be responsible. The BCS Coordinator seems to be insisting I should take over CR duties for a while to give Arsalan from having a nervous breakdown. Why me and not some already responsible person? No idea.

Speaking of which, I damn well saved everyone's soon-to-be-ganja asses yesterday and I've yet to hear a thank you. People are fucking ingrates. No matter how much you try to do for them, they want you to do more, or they think you're wrong and they're right, or they force their beliefs and perceptions on you. It's a good thing I'm not supposed to go to the uni today because I'd probably yell at at least one person before the end of the day.

Misha at Saturday, April 17, 2004

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