I'm so angry and miserable. As if I didn't suffer enough in college, I have to suffer even more while having my supposed last days of vacation. Literally, I'm the ONLY capable person in our house. If I died today, our family won't survive. Being the eldest son of an immobile vegetable, I'm the only one who can drive, I'm the only one who knows anything about computers, I'm the only one who can do electrical stuff, I'm the only one who can replace those GODDAMNED burnt-out light bulbs, I'm the only one who can reach high places, I'm the only one who can lift heavy things, I'm the only one who can fix broken appliances, I'm the only one who can operate that stupid universal remote control, I'm the only one who knows how soldering irons work, I'm the only one who has to get involved in our family business, I'm the only one who everybody can boss around to do simple errands, in short, I'm the most useful member of our family - and I'm really getting tired of it because I'm not getting any compensation for it. I'd rather be working at an office and earning my own money already than be a slave in our house. I'm glad that I accepted that job. Now I can be lazy while earning money at the same time. And if anytime now, somebody knocks on my door just to ask me to put the 'sampaguita' on the figurine of Jesus on our hallway, I'll definitely yell at them. Haven't they ever thought of using a chair or a stool to reach high places. "Yes, you can do that - so don't bother me anymore! I'm not superman you know."