Tired of being tired
The semester is almost over. I can’t believe it. It goes faster and faster every year. In a way it’s good but in a way it’s bad. Good because I’m closer and closer to being finished. Bad because it seems too overwhelming this time of the semester. I’m taking the summer off to train for the shift assistant position at work. I’m so excited. I ordered my shirts two days ago. They should arrive between Friday and Wednesday. It is going to be different working as a part of management instead of as an employee in the Middletown store. I think I would rather train there than to chance going to another store that has a manager that would not be so enthused about training me. I really think that no matter which store I am in I will work just as hard. I have helped out at other stores when they were short staffed and did just fine. I’m ready for what ever gets thrown my direction.
My sinuses are driving me crazy. I have been sick since Saturday and it will not break in the slightest. I finally called the doctor and got some antibiotics. It’s weird how things change. When I was little and got antibiotics they were prescribed as three pills a day for seven days. Now, I have three pills. One a day for three days. They say they keep working for four to ten days after taking the last pill. How does that work? That’s probably why I work in a restaurant and not in a hospital.
My sinuses are driving me crazy. I have been sick since Saturday and it will not break in the slightest. I finally called the doctor and got some antibiotics. It’s weird how things change. When I was little and got antibiotics they were prescribed as three pills a day for seven days. Now, I have three pills. One a day for three days. They say they keep working for four to ten days after taking the last pill. How does that work? That’s probably why I work in a restaurant and not in a hospital.