First day of work.

New Job. First Day. My brother drove me to work. His cellphone broke the day before so there was no way of communicating with him. I told him I get off work at 6pm so that he can pick me up as well. He insisted to text him when I was done for the day, convinced my first day required more dedication. He was still sleepy, and I was feeling sick from a fever, so neither of us caught ourselves that he doesn’t have a cellphone anymore. 

6 o’clock rolled around. Then 6:15. He was a no still a no show. Thankfully, I managed to get home thanks to my mother, who then proceeded to harass me about my appearance. “You look pale. You’re wearing glasses again? Where are your contacts? No earrings again? Why didn’t you wear lipstick? You’re suppose to look respectful.”

I had a smashing first day, mum, thanks for asking.

When I got home, my brother was napping in his boxers on his couch. He apparently left this on my facebook:

• YO FB NOW IF U NEED RIDE

• OR TAKE BUS

• IM ON FACEBOOK

When I started explaining to him that I worked in an office where we don’t use facebook, he proceeded to mock me and said that everybody in offices use facebook, and that I “just don’t see it.” I regretted started a conversation like that and expect maturity or respect to be reciprocated. Exhausted, I pictured a one-sided argument and I couldn’t tolerate it. So I asked him, appealing to whatever amount of self-reflection or conscience he might have, if he realizes what he did to me was somehow wrong or hurtful or whatever. He rolled his eyes and replied, “Well, you’re here now aren’t you?”

Self-entitled, lazy-ass, prick.