school and Mom's work
For me, spring semester starts on Monday. I have five classes: English, psychology, public speaking, cultural geography, and statistics. English and psych. are online courses. Last semester, my online class was posted well in advance, probably a few weeks before the semester actually started. It was great because I could get an idea of what the class would be before I had to worry about my physically-show-up-in-person-for-lecture classes. This semester, I guess that's not happening for me (maybe it varies by professor). Ever hopeful, I have been compulsively checking my account online several times a day for weeks. No luck. Not that big a deal, but I can't help looking.
I got my new books today. XD That makes me so excited. Even though my books kinda suck (information/set-up-wise, not physically), and my second-hand public speaking text reeks of pot, I'm still excited to get them.
Tomorrow I go back to work with my mom again. I hated it when I went Tuesday and I don't see why tomorrow will be any better. I don't want to be there. I absolutely can't stand the lady I'm supposed to help; she's extremely passive and has a little-kid voice. She seems all surprised that I'm organized and efficient with paperwork. She shouldn't be; she knows my mom. But I don't think she can get over the fact that my mom is, either. It's just a totally foreign concept for her. This woman is so unorganized it makes me crazy. Papers everywhere, nothing filed in chronological order in the folders, none of the folders really alphabetical in the drawer, and different kinds of forms mixed in together. It's no wonder she can't get much done -- it's a total mess. I walk up to her desk and my obsessive-compulsive tendancies go insane and I can't decide whether I'm going to totally organize her workspace without her consent or have a complete meltdown right there. It actually makes me tense just to be around it. By the end of the day, I was exhausted, mostly just from being so tense and feeling so stressed all day long. I really don't want to go back tomorrow. I don't want to feel so stressed when I don't need to. Ugh. But I have to. Call my cell tomorrow (Friday) and leave me a voicemail to listen to when I have a break, lol. I'll need it.