Time
Hello journal! Hello friends! It has been so long! Still hate my job. Trying my best and sucking at it. I give them 100% and all I get back from them is "You're not DONE yet? You've been working on that for TWO HOURS! I've always been too slow. No matter how hard I try I am never fast enough to please people. These words have been the echo in my ears since fist grade. "That's all you've got done? What have you been doing? You're not done yet? That should only take you five minutes! What's the problem? Hurry up Jessica! Everyone else was done 20 minutes ago! You've been sitting there for an hour and a half! She's a very bright girl, Mrs. Vincent. If she could just get her work done..."
I'm so tired of hearing that shit. I just want to punch people in the face when they say this kind of shit to me. No! OBVIOUSLY I'm not done yet! If I were you wouldn't be here staring at me as though I were a freak of nature for not being fucking DONE YET!
I'm trying my best here. I really am. People are always treating me like I'm a "slacker" because I don't get as much work done as everyone else, but the truth is, I'm working twice as hard just trying to keep up. I'm exhausted at the end of the day with practically nothing to show for it. I'm tired of people throwing time at me as if it were a weapon. As if jabbing me in the ribs and hurting my feelings could make me move faster somehow. If I could move faster, I'd be doing it!
I have to go take Amber to the bus stop now. Then I have to get ready for work.
I'm so tired of hearing that shit. I just want to punch people in the face when they say this kind of shit to me. No! OBVIOUSLY I'm not done yet! If I were you wouldn't be here staring at me as though I were a freak of nature for not being fucking DONE YET!
I'm trying my best here. I really am. People are always treating me like I'm a "slacker" because I don't get as much work done as everyone else, but the truth is, I'm working twice as hard just trying to keep up. I'm exhausted at the end of the day with practically nothing to show for it. I'm tired of people throwing time at me as if it were a weapon. As if jabbing me in the ribs and hurting my feelings could make me move faster somehow. If I could move faster, I'd be doing it!
I have to go take Amber to the bus stop now. Then I have to get ready for work.