Troulesome But There is Hope

My job have been never easy, or I should say the job I'm applying for is never easy on me. I have to go through a lot of difficulties and hard time before finally seeing some hope in it. Been delaying my intake because of my medical report and required me to go for further check up at the Institut Respiratori Negara for almost 2 months.

Finally, now the results is out but still have some complication. I guess I have to ask my supervisor for a day leave for me to apply my medical report from the Institut Respiratori Negara, which will be costing me RM40. Luckily Douglas helping me up with the charges or else I have no idea how am I going to survive.

This coming Monday will be my official intake to the company. Hopefully I can do my best and the medical report issue can be settle as soon as possible so that I need not to worry about it anymore. If they can actually raise up my salary or even promotion in the future, that will be the best.

Meanwhile, I just have to focus on my current situation. I have to save some money for myself for emergency usage, paying back my mother, and to be able to treat Douglas for helping me out in so many way and I guess some in case of friends going to ask me for a treat since I get my first pay.

I wonder will I make it for all that. I have been thinking a bit about my current financial status whether I can survive this month for transportation and food while working, and the financial arrangement of my salary next time. There are so many things I need to be care of and some how makes me kind of angry with my brother which not being helpful at all.

I'm thinking to help up my mother but then my brother is not helping at all. That's pissing me off. I wonder how this pathetic brother of mine will change. I cannot always be the one who cares for the family only. He should be helping me too. He is the eldest. At times, I'm pretty tired of his attitude and the situation at home. I hope I can able to own a house next time and need not to care about him.

The family belong to all of us. Why have to be my mother and I to care most and he being a "parasite" without actually contributing a little for the family? Some simple thing, for example like helping out to save electricity and cleanliness of his own room also he cannot make it. Better not talk more about it. The more I talk about it, the worst my mood become. Too much bad habit of his to talk about.