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These past couple of weeks have been ridiculously insane. Let’s start from the beginning:
I’m running the agency, hands down. I book appointment for potential clients, I do paperwork for said clients, I find phone numbers for models for the bridal show we’re doing in a few weeks, I find people to contact about potentially modeling, I update model’s files for payment and class attendance, I answer phones, I set up school talks, I look up vender’s websites, I teach classes to kids, and all in 47 hours for two weeks. Or at least that’s what’s been going on. Guess how much of that is my job. (Pauses for response) appointment booking, looking up numbers, school talk stuff, teaching occasionally, signing new models, and web stuff. Still in 47 hours for two weeks. I’m beat! I talked to Shawn for an hour and a half about it just b/c I’m afraid they’ll start to take advantage of my helpful nature. But I’ve been reassured that this week stuff will be back to normal and I won’t have to do the desk stuff anymore. So that’ll be better. I went in yesterday because they needed somebody to run the desk b/c the two secretaries couldn’t (does this seem right?) and ended up teaching two classes, running the desk, oh, and opening the office. Woot. 9-6… it was kinda rough. And I told my boss I’m taking Monday off b/c I worked yesterday and she was like ok, that’s fine, just book me up for Sunday and Monday. Ok, w/ what time?! Oh well, what ever. So I’ve got the day before my first anatomy practical off, which will be great because I haven’t started studying for it. Go me…
Which leads me to part two: school is shit. The end. I’ve somehow allowed a butt load of stuff to pile up on me this weekend, making this coming week pure hell. Annotated bibliography due Friday, anatomy test Friday, anatomy practical Tuesday, chem. homework due Friday, lab write up due Tuesday, anatomy research article due Wednesday, quizzes all week in chem. and philosophy, and other random shit. Can you say WTF? I hate the last two weeks before breaks, b/c everything gets piled up and it just turns into me putting it off and then stressing b/c I don’t think I have enough time to do it. What ever. And my weekends, which I’m supposed to have off, end up being me hanging out w/ friends Friday night, working Saturday, and studying Sunday… my room’s a mess and I’m not really having any fun anymore. I love my job and I love most of my classes, but everything’s rushing by too fast; I can’t enjoy anything b/c when I try to, it’s already over.
And I guess this is part three: BOYS SUCK. I feel like I’m turning into a tramp. I don’t want to get into it, I’m too ashamed about everything that’s going on. It’s like I’ve lost everything in life: emotion, reason, rational, will power, respect, and dignity. I don’t feel anything anymore, and that’s scary as hell. Life’s moving in fast forward and the batteries in the remote are dead; I can’t make it stop. I miss last summer, but it’s only two months till derby, which means out of fucking freshman year… damn…
Missing you guys like whoa, xoxo,
mandy