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Man-oh-man. This is going to be long winded, a girls gotta vent...
I'm working almost 40 hours this week. Suzi poor thing actually has to do the full 40. I hope shes okay, she's looked bummed out lately. Which is depressing because she's one of my few fellow co-workers I dont want to strangle. I opened the store on my own today, wanted to strangle dan. wanted to strangle harry. Okay...I kinda want to strangle everyone that was there, especially the non-english speaking customers from some asian country that work on 'the ship' wtf is 'the ship'? Whatever it is, it comes and drops of lots of people that play video games, which is cool, except they always buy things and then change their minds two seconds later and return what they purchased and get something else, which is not.
I'm kind of kicking myself right now. When i signed up for my classes, I didn't realize how much work it was going to be...1-2 hours each night. Not that bad obviously, except I randomly got promoted and now I'm working full time. 3 days a week i have to work 9-430, then class 530-730. I get two days off which I try to cram more studying into, but I also have a fantastic boyfriend I'm horribly neglecting and need to see him. Plus I save all my errand/chore/cleaning stuff for my days off since I don't have time the rest of the week..does not really feel like a day off.
I keep telling myself to just push through it because it'll get easier soon. 'soon', however, is at the end of january, when my classes start. So like 3 months. lrtd;lh. I shouldn't complain. I'm happy, I love the things I'm doing right now. I just wish I had been more informed about what my classes were going to be like and what I was getting myself into at work. When I accepted the new position there was mention of more hours, yeah. I didn't know more = double. literally double, a little less than a month ago i was working 16-20 hours a week.
My grandfather died recently. His memorial service was last sunday. I'm really trying not to think about it, honestly. We were very close. We talked on the phone almost every day. He kind of filled the 'daddy' shoes after my dad died. This is the fourth death of someone very close to me in 4 years. Whatever. I just really can't think about all that, especially him.
I really don't know if I can make myself get up at 7. Plan is to get to the au bon pain in harvard sq sometime before 9 and then do homework until i hop on the bus to get to work where I'll be from 1:30-10. I feel so behind with my classwork. blahhhh.
I'm working almost 40 hours this week. Suzi poor thing actually has to do the full 40. I hope shes okay, she's looked bummed out lately. Which is depressing because she's one of my few fellow co-workers I dont want to strangle. I opened the store on my own today, wanted to strangle dan. wanted to strangle harry. Okay...I kinda want to strangle everyone that was there, especially the non-english speaking customers from some asian country that work on 'the ship' wtf is 'the ship'? Whatever it is, it comes and drops of lots of people that play video games, which is cool, except they always buy things and then change their minds two seconds later and return what they purchased and get something else, which is not.
I'm kind of kicking myself right now. When i signed up for my classes, I didn't realize how much work it was going to be...1-2 hours each night. Not that bad obviously, except I randomly got promoted and now I'm working full time. 3 days a week i have to work 9-430, then class 530-730. I get two days off which I try to cram more studying into, but I also have a fantastic boyfriend I'm horribly neglecting and need to see him. Plus I save all my errand/chore/cleaning stuff for my days off since I don't have time the rest of the week..does not really feel like a day off.
I keep telling myself to just push through it because it'll get easier soon. 'soon', however, is at the end of january, when my classes start. So like 3 months. lrtd;lh. I shouldn't complain. I'm happy, I love the things I'm doing right now. I just wish I had been more informed about what my classes were going to be like and what I was getting myself into at work. When I accepted the new position there was mention of more hours, yeah. I didn't know more = double. literally double, a little less than a month ago i was working 16-20 hours a week.
My grandfather died recently. His memorial service was last sunday. I'm really trying not to think about it, honestly. We were very close. We talked on the phone almost every day. He kind of filled the 'daddy' shoes after my dad died. This is the fourth death of someone very close to me in 4 years. Whatever. I just really can't think about all that, especially him.
I really don't know if I can make myself get up at 7. Plan is to get to the au bon pain in harvard sq sometime before 9 and then do homework until i hop on the bus to get to work where I'll be from 1:30-10. I feel so behind with my classwork. blahhhh.