Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.
It seems just about every time I tell someone that I'm working two jobs right now instead of going to school this semester, they look at me as if I'm insane, and ask, "Well, can't your parents help you...?" Haha, what ever happened to self-sufficiency and independence?
Still, it is true that working 50 hours a week has a price to be paid. Sleep-deprivation. This slightly gnawing headache I'm experiencing at the moment. Only seeing Chris for 5 hours in 5 days. Missing seeing Lisa off at the airport.
At least I somewhat enjoy both of my jobs. They're both entirely tolerable, and the time passes quickly.
I enjoy the dynamic nature of my jobs--especially here at the hopsital. Answering phones makes things infinitely more interesting than simply filing papers and charts, though at least then I can listen to my music.
With the exception of my anatomy class, I saw death for the first time today. I must have been to the morgue at least five times today. I've been there before, but the people that are brought down are typically in body bags, and left as such. Anyhow, it was an experience. I can't say I was traumatized, or even shocked, really, though honestly, there must have been the slightest degree of repulsion, because... I don't think I could be a mortician.
But enough of that. Life is going well. I'm looking forward to the weekend. And what a weekend it will be! I have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off from the hopsital, and Saturday and Sunday off from Coldwell. It will be perfectly excellent. I think I'll take Spencer shopping for school clothes on Saturday... That would be enjoyable.
I'm very sad that Lisa is leaving tonight. I slept over at her house last night, so I left this morning, recognizing that I wouldn't see her again until December. Sigh. I do hope she enjoys school. I know she'll do marvellously.
Anyhow... Now that I have officially composed my strangest entry on record, I'll be moving along.
- Jordan
Still, it is true that working 50 hours a week has a price to be paid. Sleep-deprivation. This slightly gnawing headache I'm experiencing at the moment. Only seeing Chris for 5 hours in 5 days. Missing seeing Lisa off at the airport.
At least I somewhat enjoy both of my jobs. They're both entirely tolerable, and the time passes quickly.
I enjoy the dynamic nature of my jobs--especially here at the hopsital. Answering phones makes things infinitely more interesting than simply filing papers and charts, though at least then I can listen to my music.
With the exception of my anatomy class, I saw death for the first time today. I must have been to the morgue at least five times today. I've been there before, but the people that are brought down are typically in body bags, and left as such. Anyhow, it was an experience. I can't say I was traumatized, or even shocked, really, though honestly, there must have been the slightest degree of repulsion, because... I don't think I could be a mortician.
But enough of that. Life is going well. I'm looking forward to the weekend. And what a weekend it will be! I have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off from the hopsital, and Saturday and Sunday off from Coldwell. It will be perfectly excellent. I think I'll take Spencer shopping for school clothes on Saturday... That would be enjoyable.
I'm very sad that Lisa is leaving tonight. I slept over at her house last night, so I left this morning, recognizing that I wouldn't see her again until December. Sigh. I do hope she enjoys school. I know she'll do marvellously.
Anyhow... Now that I have officially composed my strangest entry on record, I'll be moving along.
- Jordan