shades of mediocre
It's nearly midnight and I'm still at work/internship. You know, at the domestic violence shelter. I've tried to do some work but I'm having motivation problems. I'm really just here for the hours.
By the time I leave I'll have done exactly 13 hours for the day, and that's with taking an hour and a half off in the middle to babysit Sam during Michelle's rehearsal. I told her I'd be in her piece then backed out because the performance is past the time I want to be in Ohio. So I do babysitting duties, which suits me fine because Sam is so dang cute. And It's easy to make him smile so I always leave feeling relieved, like I don't have to be so serious anymore. Then I go back to the shelter where life is very uninspiring.
Anyway, this would be much less miserable without the florescent lights.
After Thursday I'll have three weeks and 102 out of 500 hours left. That's a lot.
By the time I leave I'll have done exactly 13 hours for the day, and that's with taking an hour and a half off in the middle to babysit Sam during Michelle's rehearsal. I told her I'd be in her piece then backed out because the performance is past the time I want to be in Ohio. So I do babysitting duties, which suits me fine because Sam is so dang cute. And It's easy to make him smile so I always leave feeling relieved, like I don't have to be so serious anymore. Then I go back to the shelter where life is very uninspiring.
Anyway, this would be much less miserable without the florescent lights.
After Thursday I'll have three weeks and 102 out of 500 hours left. That's a lot.