Hate Hate Hate!
I hate my job.
Again.
I swear, I am the most bi-polar about this job.
This week I hate it because I specifically request around 20 hours. Maybe a few more, maybe a few less, but certainly not more than 25 a week. I have plays to edit, tech to do, classes to attend, and homework to get done. And that's just scraping the surface of my schedule. So what does work do, knowing that I have this much on my plate already? Schedules me for 33 hours this week.
Let me repeat that.
33 HOURS!
I feel a stress related nervous breakdown coming on and I can't do a damn thing about it. I'm moody and waspish at work. And when I'm out on a delivery, all I can think about is how I have so much waiting for me when I get off work and I get depressed and... AUGH!
It's been really hard not to bum cigarettes or go and buy a pack. I've been good. But barely.
Just a few more months. Just a few more months and then I'll be done with this job forever.
Thank god.
K
Again.
I swear, I am the most bi-polar about this job.
This week I hate it because I specifically request around 20 hours. Maybe a few more, maybe a few less, but certainly not more than 25 a week. I have plays to edit, tech to do, classes to attend, and homework to get done. And that's just scraping the surface of my schedule. So what does work do, knowing that I have this much on my plate already? Schedules me for 33 hours this week.
Let me repeat that.
33 HOURS!
I feel a stress related nervous breakdown coming on and I can't do a damn thing about it. I'm moody and waspish at work. And when I'm out on a delivery, all I can think about is how I have so much waiting for me when I get off work and I get depressed and... AUGH!
It's been really hard not to bum cigarettes or go and buy a pack. I've been good. But barely.
Just a few more months. Just a few more months and then I'll be done with this job forever.
Thank god.
K