Huh..
The letter to the hotel was incredibly difficult to make myself sit down and write. I put it off for 3 days. I was hoping I'd just get up the balls and do it, but I suck at quitting. I'm horrible. I almost always give more than two weeks notice and I belabor the fact forever.
However, when I finally sat down to write it this afternoon while waiting for my benedryl to wear off (African Grey at school today, and it molted pretty badly due to blood draws for Comparative Hematology--not my class) and it just kinda went from there. It was extremely cathartic.
Do I feel guilty? Not really. I feel kinda ashamed. Work ethic and all. But it's been three days, I'm still frustrated, upset, and pissy. The thought of going back there to work another 24 hours makes me ill. Whereas the thought of having a three and a half day weekend makes me want to crow with joy. Do you know what I could do with that amount of time? House-wise, school-wise, socialization-wise, and family-wise? Do you? I certainly do, and I'm not quite sure where to start. I'm thinking school. I may go into school on Friday and work on nothing but extra credit hematology and urinalysis. (need microscopes, centrifuges, and cell counters...) Maybe I'll just stay home and work on nothing but catching up on all of my reading and notes.
I know I'll never be welcomed back to the hotel again. I'll be surprized if they even let me step foot onto their property with their knowledge. I'm not all that upset. A copy of that letter will be going to the actual owner of the hotel for all the good that will do.
What is the saying? oh. yes...
DON'T FUCK WITH ME.
I'm not the type to stand idle while I'm abused and used. I don't push easily if I'm not willing to go. And the moment I'm not, I'm the type of person who will make sure the cut is clean, cauterized, and bandaged. And I'll walk away. I've done it with people, I've done it with places. I've done it with animals. I'm not saying it never leaves a mark on me, but you won't see it unless I let you.
I'm making sure that my actions don't hurt the people I care about most at the hotel: Jason and Matt. They've both agreed to come to my house on Saturday night to have a viable excuse (in Matt's case), and because Jason wants too. (I usually work Saturday overnights, and we were the only three than are trained to do it)
*looks at self and eyes go big* Oops! Guess there is a bit of anger there! Shucky Darn!
And now we know why I never claim to be a nice person. I'll be the first one to tell you that you're wrong. I'll be the first person to help you in a fight. I'll be the first person to tear you down if you cross me too far (I don't like other people fighting my battles). And I'm one hell of a vindictive person.
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On a lighter note today is Valentine's day. To some this is a day of angst, anger, and bitterness. To other's this is a day of sadness. To some this is a day all about love, romance, chocolates and wine. But more importantly than all of these things? Today is the day that the boyo gifted me with the best gift EVAR.
Today is the day that we brought Valker-dog home. So HAPPY VALKER-DOG DAY! If you can't celebrate human love for whatever your reasoning, celebrate the joy of a simply awesome dog that showers people with love, happiness, and blitheness. I've never met an animal more happy to be alive than Val. And more happy to play and say hello.
Thank you, Scott, for the brightness you brought into our lives by choosing and allowing the black little furball into it.
To the AMAZING VALKYRIE!
However, when I finally sat down to write it this afternoon while waiting for my benedryl to wear off (African Grey at school today, and it molted pretty badly due to blood draws for Comparative Hematology--not my class) and it just kinda went from there. It was extremely cathartic.
Do I feel guilty? Not really. I feel kinda ashamed. Work ethic and all. But it's been three days, I'm still frustrated, upset, and pissy. The thought of going back there to work another 24 hours makes me ill. Whereas the thought of having a three and a half day weekend makes me want to crow with joy. Do you know what I could do with that amount of time? House-wise, school-wise, socialization-wise, and family-wise? Do you? I certainly do, and I'm not quite sure where to start. I'm thinking school. I may go into school on Friday and work on nothing but extra credit hematology and urinalysis. (need microscopes, centrifuges, and cell counters...) Maybe I'll just stay home and work on nothing but catching up on all of my reading and notes.
I know I'll never be welcomed back to the hotel again. I'll be surprized if they even let me step foot onto their property with their knowledge. I'm not all that upset. A copy of that letter will be going to the actual owner of the hotel for all the good that will do.
What is the saying? oh. yes...
DON'T FUCK WITH ME.
I'm not the type to stand idle while I'm abused and used. I don't push easily if I'm not willing to go. And the moment I'm not, I'm the type of person who will make sure the cut is clean, cauterized, and bandaged. And I'll walk away. I've done it with people, I've done it with places. I've done it with animals. I'm not saying it never leaves a mark on me, but you won't see it unless I let you.
I'm making sure that my actions don't hurt the people I care about most at the hotel: Jason and Matt. They've both agreed to come to my house on Saturday night to have a viable excuse (in Matt's case), and because Jason wants too. (I usually work Saturday overnights, and we were the only three than are trained to do it)
*looks at self and eyes go big* Oops! Guess there is a bit of anger there! Shucky Darn!
And now we know why I never claim to be a nice person. I'll be the first one to tell you that you're wrong. I'll be the first person to help you in a fight. I'll be the first person to tear you down if you cross me too far (I don't like other people fighting my battles). And I'm one hell of a vindictive person.
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On a lighter note today is Valentine's day. To some this is a day of angst, anger, and bitterness. To other's this is a day of sadness. To some this is a day all about love, romance, chocolates and wine. But more importantly than all of these things? Today is the day that the boyo gifted me with the best gift EVAR.
Today is the day that we brought Valker-dog home. So HAPPY VALKER-DOG DAY! If you can't celebrate human love for whatever your reasoning, celebrate the joy of a simply awesome dog that showers people with love, happiness, and blitheness. I've never met an animal more happy to be alive than Val. And more happy to play and say hello.
Thank you, Scott, for the brightness you brought into our lives by choosing and allowing the black little furball into it.
To the AMAZING VALKYRIE!