Defining me - the daily grind
Just thinking about my to do list causes my eye to twitch. Whether out of irritation, stress, exhaustion, or some sick hybrid of all these things and more remains to be seen, though there is evidence.
My general day goes as follows:
*Smack alarm and crawl towards the shower.
*Finish shower, feeling a little more awake, but not really.
*Get dressed, decide if it's a day in which I have time to primp or if that long brown hair is going into a ponytail NOW cause I've got class soon.
*Drive mother to campus and either go to my 7:50 class if it's MTR, or if it's WF go get breakfast.
*Suffer through my 12+ hours of school.
*Get out of class, hop in car, drive home, get changed into my scrubs, and drive to work, grabbing lunch on the way.
*Clock in at work, pet the puppies, snuggle the kitties, growl as the phone rings for the first time of my shift, and dive into my work.
*Call clients that came in yesterday, call clients that need to come in tomorrow, call clients that forgot to come in, call, call, call.
*Check clients in, check clients out, phone rings, nurse needs help holding a pet, get kicked/scratched/bitten by said pet, return to the phone.
*Close hospital, count till, take bankbag and deposit to the petstore manager.
*Hop in car, drive home, call random individual on drive home to either fuss about my day or to ask whats for dinner.
*Arrive home, eat dinner, go to bedroom to do homework/procrastinate/websurf.
*Go to bed.
Rinse and repeat.
For the most part. Small wonder I feel like banging my head against the wall, no?
Suppose that's enough for now. School, work, and other such things will also get definitions of their own in the future.
My general day goes as follows:
*Smack alarm and crawl towards the shower.
*Finish shower, feeling a little more awake, but not really.
*Get dressed, decide if it's a day in which I have time to primp or if that long brown hair is going into a ponytail NOW cause I've got class soon.
*Drive mother to campus and either go to my 7:50 class if it's MTR, or if it's WF go get breakfast.
*Suffer through my 12+ hours of school.
*Get out of class, hop in car, drive home, get changed into my scrubs, and drive to work, grabbing lunch on the way.
*Clock in at work, pet the puppies, snuggle the kitties, growl as the phone rings for the first time of my shift, and dive into my work.
*Call clients that came in yesterday, call clients that need to come in tomorrow, call clients that forgot to come in, call, call, call.
*Check clients in, check clients out, phone rings, nurse needs help holding a pet, get kicked/scratched/bitten by said pet, return to the phone.
*Close hospital, count till, take bankbag and deposit to the petstore manager.
*Hop in car, drive home, call random individual on drive home to either fuss about my day or to ask whats for dinner.
*Arrive home, eat dinner, go to bedroom to do homework/procrastinate/websurf.
*Go to bed.
Rinse and repeat.
For the most part. Small wonder I feel like banging my head against the wall, no?
Suppose that's enough for now. School, work, and other such things will also get definitions of their own in the future.