Bruises; Cover up your arms

So I went out for field camp.
tired as hell.

just reached home, hoping for a nice night at home.
And I realize that my internet connection is slow as hell out of a sudden.
and my dad enters

and forces me to work....DURING WEEKENDS.
like I do not even have the slightest time for myself already,
and he wants me to work.

It's ok to help someone,
but there must be a time and place what.

this is really ridiculous,
from my point-of-view anyway.
and i am pissed off.

so what if i am getting paid,
if i am going to work during weekends
then i spend my money on what.
soft drinks at vending machine ah.

i keep telling my dad no
and he keeps asking me to stop giving excuses.
and tells me to gain experience.

like there is a time and place to do that too?!
like... after ORD?!
or at least when I have more free time?!

I.AM.PISSED.

I am bloody tired from field camp.
and I have no time to rest,
and now I need to follow my dad down on sunday to be an assistant accountant.

and it is a weekly thing.
WEEKLY.

bloody.
ridiculous.

fuck, man.