Really?
The past three days have been kind of insane. I'll just write up what's been going on per day, probably writing the highlights only.
Sunday: I worked at the country club. I was out of it all day. My insides/hormones/lady parts have been all over the place lately and it really fucked me up at work. Also, I didn't really eat much. I was running, meaning bringing stuff out to the buffet and keeping it stocked. That's normal for me though. Well, I dropped my first trey of food all over the floor. It was eggs Benedict and I dropped it on the terrace in front of members. I wound up yelling "Crap!" and one of the men offered to help me clean it up. I shooed him away since he's a freaking member and this is my (messy) job. I brought the trey back to the kitchen and told them what happened. The head manager lady, Liz, was really nice about all of it. She told me that at least I didn't drop it on a member like many of the server's had done. The head chef, Tom, flipped out on me, which was to be expected. I dropped food and had to throw it all out. But I was pretty shaken by it (plus the whole not really eating things made me physically shake). So later, Tom yelled at me again about it and Ted, another chef, yelled back to stick up for me. Tom then tried to yell at him and he burned himself on the trey. But yea, I never really recovered from that little screw up and I was so freaking tired.
Monday: I woke up and got an email from my research methods professor back (she finally replied to the email I sent her on Thursday about the final I dropped off). My final project that I dropped off on Thursday, was missing. I had emailed my professor initially to tell her where I put it and to see if that was the right location. What a bitch, right? I literally broke down crying. That final is worth over half my final grade. I called a friend who I knew was on campus to check the room I left it and to ask the floor secretary. It was no where to be found. I was pretty much fucked. On top of that, after two months of stress blocking it, my period started. I guess the release of emotion allowed it to. The cramps were unbearable and I could barely focus on studying for Chinese.
Tuesday (Today): BEST DAY EVER! Not really ever but it's was great. I woke up after having a weird dream about taking a final all about the movie Thor, which I have not seen. Then I checked my texts and Billy had sent me a ridiculous text of lyrics from a Sailor Moon song. Then I heard from Shawn about Sunday so it's good that plans are made. I signed online and I got an email saying someone replied to the Young Justice fic I wrote in an anon meme. It was the original poster and s/he loved what I wrote for them. It was the best news ever. So I went to school later because I had a final and I went looking for my binder/final. IT WAS RIGHT WHERE I LEFT IT. God, you bitches suck. So I tossed it in the right box and left to send out some emails. Then I went to my Chinese final. My professor had the books I ordered and that was super exciting. I did all right on the exam but I don't even care. Today's been kind of awesome.
Sunday: I worked at the country club. I was out of it all day. My insides/hormones/lady parts have been all over the place lately and it really fucked me up at work. Also, I didn't really eat much. I was running, meaning bringing stuff out to the buffet and keeping it stocked. That's normal for me though. Well, I dropped my first trey of food all over the floor. It was eggs Benedict and I dropped it on the terrace in front of members. I wound up yelling "Crap!" and one of the men offered to help me clean it up. I shooed him away since he's a freaking member and this is my (messy) job. I brought the trey back to the kitchen and told them what happened. The head manager lady, Liz, was really nice about all of it. She told me that at least I didn't drop it on a member like many of the server's had done. The head chef, Tom, flipped out on me, which was to be expected. I dropped food and had to throw it all out. But I was pretty shaken by it (plus the whole not really eating things made me physically shake). So later, Tom yelled at me again about it and Ted, another chef, yelled back to stick up for me. Tom then tried to yell at him and he burned himself on the trey. But yea, I never really recovered from that little screw up and I was so freaking tired.
Monday: I woke up and got an email from my research methods professor back (she finally replied to the email I sent her on Thursday about the final I dropped off). My final project that I dropped off on Thursday, was missing. I had emailed my professor initially to tell her where I put it and to see if that was the right location. What a bitch, right? I literally broke down crying. That final is worth over half my final grade. I called a friend who I knew was on campus to check the room I left it and to ask the floor secretary. It was no where to be found. I was pretty much fucked. On top of that, after two months of stress blocking it, my period started. I guess the release of emotion allowed it to. The cramps were unbearable and I could barely focus on studying for Chinese.
Tuesday (Today): BEST DAY EVER! Not really ever but it's was great. I woke up after having a weird dream about taking a final all about the movie Thor, which I have not seen. Then I checked my texts and Billy had sent me a ridiculous text of lyrics from a Sailor Moon song. Then I heard from Shawn about Sunday so it's good that plans are made. I signed online and I got an email saying someone replied to the Young Justice fic I wrote in an anon meme. It was the original poster and s/he loved what I wrote for them. It was the best news ever. So I went to school later because I had a final and I went looking for my binder/final. IT WAS RIGHT WHERE I LEFT IT. God, you bitches suck. So I tossed it in the right box and left to send out some emails. Then I went to my Chinese final. My professor had the books I ordered and that was super exciting. I did all right on the exam but I don't even care. Today's been kind of awesome.