*heavy sigh*
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Do you know how many times I've started this entry? About as many times as I've started letters and emails to friends. Almost as many times as I've started a new book in the last two weeks and then forgotten to read the rest of it. I don't know if it's the time of year, or just me, but the lethargy and exhaustion is starting to take over. I mean, I work too much, I sleep too little. And I'm fighting with myself everyday about going back to school. I mean, think about it. There's no way I can go back full time. I'd make myself crazy, not to mention not be able to pay for my truck or anything else. It's been too long.
On the other hand, if I ever want to be able to only have ONE job, I need to get on the ball. But what would I do? I'm still so lost as far as "career" goes. Probably because not only do I love to do a number of things, but I'm not goal oriented like that. I don't WANT to think about doing the same thing for the rest of my life just to make enough money to survive. In that respect, certain people who shall remain nameless are more like me than I will ever admit. Perhaps I'll find out more about becoming a vet tech, and maybe eventually a veterinarian. Would love to move to Colorado and work for the "Emergency Vets!" *smiles* Or accounting: I like numbers. They're practical and logical, and no matter how you do it, you always get a RIGHT answer. There may be more than one right answer, but you never have to question yourself. Or what about teaching? I wanted to be a teacher from the time I started school, if not before. English, mostly, although I toyed with teaching algebra. I'm not sure I could handle kids like that. I just don't have the patience for children I'd see everyday. Writing? If I could get motivated and inspired, maybe. And maybe if my stuff was good enough to get published to an extent that I would make any money off of it.
Of course, at the moment, I'm just suffering through being sick. Was in the emergency room Saturday night with a raging UTI (urinary tract infection). Apparently I've never had one before, 'cause I'm PRETTY freaking sure I'd have remembered being that uncomfortable. Fortunately, the meds they gave me kicked in pretty quick, but the antibiotic is pretty strong, and it's kicking my ass. I've been queasy for three or four days now and have a couple more to go. Thankfully I haven't been in the bathroom with issues at either end, but as I keep stating as purely fact: I think I'm gonna hurl. I also think that I just like the word "hurl." I'm easily amused, as you know.
Work today. Not looking forward to it anymore than any other day. Hasn't been too bad this last week, but recently there was a bunch of shit with DJC. Basically accused me of being hungover on a Monday morning. I was too pale. Among other things, but if I wasn't getting paid more than I will make anywhere else, I sure as hell wouldn't be staying there. Which brings up another option...dental hygiene. If I could swallow my disgust of nasty mouths, I could make really good money. If I recall, industry average in this area starts at $35/hour. I'd actually be able to survive on that.
I'd also be able to survive if I didn't have so many medications to take. It's a huge chunk out of my paycheck every month. It's like on check to car payment, one to insurance (which just went up almost fifty dollars a month, for some ungodly reason), and one to drugs. The other one has to cover: visa bill, overdraft protection credit line, cell phone bill, and incidentals. And all I want is a shitty apartment where I can come and go as I please and control who is around at all times. Just me, my cat, and maybe eventually a huge dog. Or a little one, hard to say. The thought crosses my mind quite often to move in with my aunt, but I'm not sure I could handle that. I'd have my own space: a bedroom and office/den, but....well, anyone who knows her or me knows but what.
Last class tonight for HR Block. 2004 tax law update and find out my final grade. Wish me luck! Can't you tell I'm itching for this THIRD job? *rolls eyes and plods off to the office*
Do you know how many times I've started this entry? About as many times as I've started letters and emails to friends. Almost as many times as I've started a new book in the last two weeks and then forgotten to read the rest of it. I don't know if it's the time of year, or just me, but the lethargy and exhaustion is starting to take over. I mean, I work too much, I sleep too little. And I'm fighting with myself everyday about going back to school. I mean, think about it. There's no way I can go back full time. I'd make myself crazy, not to mention not be able to pay for my truck or anything else. It's been too long.
On the other hand, if I ever want to be able to only have ONE job, I need to get on the ball. But what would I do? I'm still so lost as far as "career" goes. Probably because not only do I love to do a number of things, but I'm not goal oriented like that. I don't WANT to think about doing the same thing for the rest of my life just to make enough money to survive. In that respect, certain people who shall remain nameless are more like me than I will ever admit. Perhaps I'll find out more about becoming a vet tech, and maybe eventually a veterinarian. Would love to move to Colorado and work for the "Emergency Vets!" *smiles* Or accounting: I like numbers. They're practical and logical, and no matter how you do it, you always get a RIGHT answer. There may be more than one right answer, but you never have to question yourself. Or what about teaching? I wanted to be a teacher from the time I started school, if not before. English, mostly, although I toyed with teaching algebra. I'm not sure I could handle kids like that. I just don't have the patience for children I'd see everyday. Writing? If I could get motivated and inspired, maybe. And maybe if my stuff was good enough to get published to an extent that I would make any money off of it.
Of course, at the moment, I'm just suffering through being sick. Was in the emergency room Saturday night with a raging UTI (urinary tract infection). Apparently I've never had one before, 'cause I'm PRETTY freaking sure I'd have remembered being that uncomfortable. Fortunately, the meds they gave me kicked in pretty quick, but the antibiotic is pretty strong, and it's kicking my ass. I've been queasy for three or four days now and have a couple more to go. Thankfully I haven't been in the bathroom with issues at either end, but as I keep stating as purely fact: I think I'm gonna hurl. I also think that I just like the word "hurl." I'm easily amused, as you know.
Work today. Not looking forward to it anymore than any other day. Hasn't been too bad this last week, but recently there was a bunch of shit with DJC. Basically accused me of being hungover on a Monday morning. I was too pale. Among other things, but if I wasn't getting paid more than I will make anywhere else, I sure as hell wouldn't be staying there. Which brings up another option...dental hygiene. If I could swallow my disgust of nasty mouths, I could make really good money. If I recall, industry average in this area starts at $35/hour. I'd actually be able to survive on that.
I'd also be able to survive if I didn't have so many medications to take. It's a huge chunk out of my paycheck every month. It's like on check to car payment, one to insurance (which just went up almost fifty dollars a month, for some ungodly reason), and one to drugs. The other one has to cover: visa bill, overdraft protection credit line, cell phone bill, and incidentals. And all I want is a shitty apartment where I can come and go as I please and control who is around at all times. Just me, my cat, and maybe eventually a huge dog. Or a little one, hard to say. The thought crosses my mind quite often to move in with my aunt, but I'm not sure I could handle that. I'd have my own space: a bedroom and office/den, but....well, anyone who knows her or me knows but what.
Last class tonight for HR Block. 2004 tax law update and find out my final grade. Wish me luck! Can't you tell I'm itching for this THIRD job? *rolls eyes and plods off to the office*