Surrounded by angry people

I am in the process of throwing things away, packing up stuff, and getting ready to go back to United States. Right now I am flipping some old Tea magazine (a Hong Kong teen pop culture magazine), and getting ready to thorw them away. Suddenly some angry feeling rose from my heart, and then I realized that the period of those magazine (2005) was also the period when I was highly unhappy about my job and my salary situation (not that much has been improve, but I learned to don't-give-a-woo-woo about my job). Man, memory is a strange thing.