This post is purely rage-anger
So many irritating things have happened to me over the past couple of days that I really, really, really want to rant about them. Of course, a status update wouldn't contain them, so here we go. Most, if not all seem absurd or stupid, but remember that my stress level just keeps rising. I am less able to deal with any little irritating thing.
While not a disaster, my birthday was pretty lame. Good things happened (sushi, Yvonne, monies) but any birthday where you don't get a party and end up in tears AND have to go to bed at 8:30 is high on the lame list.
Day planner I needed for this semester is in the land of disappearing tools. Fuck. NEED. Bought one online, and it might maybe arrive soon.
Still don't have a watch.
All the hassle to assist client in re-homing? Yeah... new home gave up on client in under 24 hours. They suck, Jaz is awesome, but all that emotion for nothing.
Doing that thing meant I didn't get sworn in as a CASA, so it may be a while before I can start.
And now I need reference letters, which I wasn't told.
And can't go visit my mom & Griff this weekend because I'll miss my interview with the Ex.Dir. of CASA.
So I had to call Griff and disappoint him badly. I bought him and HSU sweatshirt with a shark on it to try to make up for it, but it's not good enough. Sad Griff, sad mommy, and mom said there would be venison for me. DO YOU HEAR ME? I missed out on venison & my little brother for this.
Oh, and then there's school. For which I get up at 5:00 AM. I hate 5:00 AM unless I am still awake then. Printed out my class schedule and promptly forgot it at home, so figuring out which classroom I needed to be in was an all day stress. And the walking! Forbes to Founders to Siemans to Founders and back to Siemans. So many stairs. So much huffing and puffing.
The huge list of books I needed? NOPE. They changed teachers when I wasn't looking, so now it's just ONE book. That I had to buy with my birthday money. I have a whole bunch of books I may never read, and more stress than I want. (A good note here - a cohort may indeed loan me the book, but the way this week is going... I'm not holding my breath).
I keep spilling things. Soy, soda, coffee, I keep spilling it. All over the place.
What did I forget to do on day two? TAKE MY SCHEDULE! So I didn't know where the class was, except that it was in founders...
Oh, strike that. Once I had gone into nearly every room on the 1st and 2nd of founders (power walking, even) I checked it online, and the bloody room had moved. TO THE KA. L:KJERPOIUE ROJEI RLKEWJ Screaming power walk across campus to get there late. The teacher hadn't yet arrived, so that much is alright... at least...
I may need to find somewhere else to volunteer if there's nothing with CASA soon, and that stresses me out. Maybe needle exchange? Maybe MAC? ARGH!
And now a cold sore. YUP EVERYONE STARE AT MY FUCKING FACE BECAUSE I HAVE A COLD SORE AND I'M GOING TO INFECT YOU BY LOOKING AT YOU I HATE YOU ALL.
Oh, and my door on my car won't let me out. Classy.
Fuck you world. Fuck you.
OH and Ryan forgot to buy soy milk, and bought the wrong kind of fake sausage, so I had a breakfast I hated on Tuesday.
OH and I can't find the nail polish I want to find.
OH and I have to be nice to an individual I can't stand on the best days.
OH and I hate wearing clothes. Hate it. Want everything to be naked forever.
OH and I think my car is going to die.
OH and when I tried to print the syllabii on Tuesday at home, it was the longest argument I may have ever had with a printer. It kept printing nothing at all pages and I didn't know why.
I didn't have any music on Tuesday, so I had to engage all day. Ack. AND THEN, today, the sound from my mp3 player seems to have broken. I expect it to be the headphones. Which means I need new ones. If anything else breaks, I'm becoming a hermit with a shotgun.
I can't drink. I have a cold sore and homework, so I can't have a drink.
I HATE THIS WEEK AND I WANT IT TO BE OVER.
So that's how I'm doin'.
While not a disaster, my birthday was pretty lame. Good things happened (sushi, Yvonne, monies) but any birthday where you don't get a party and end up in tears AND have to go to bed at 8:30 is high on the lame list.
Day planner I needed for this semester is in the land of disappearing tools. Fuck. NEED. Bought one online, and it might maybe arrive soon.
Still don't have a watch.
All the hassle to assist client in re-homing? Yeah... new home gave up on client in under 24 hours. They suck, Jaz is awesome, but all that emotion for nothing.
Doing that thing meant I didn't get sworn in as a CASA, so it may be a while before I can start.
And now I need reference letters, which I wasn't told.
And can't go visit my mom & Griff this weekend because I'll miss my interview with the Ex.Dir. of CASA.
So I had to call Griff and disappoint him badly. I bought him and HSU sweatshirt with a shark on it to try to make up for it, but it's not good enough. Sad Griff, sad mommy, and mom said there would be venison for me. DO YOU HEAR ME? I missed out on venison & my little brother for this.
Oh, and then there's school. For which I get up at 5:00 AM. I hate 5:00 AM unless I am still awake then. Printed out my class schedule and promptly forgot it at home, so figuring out which classroom I needed to be in was an all day stress. And the walking! Forbes to Founders to Siemans to Founders and back to Siemans. So many stairs. So much huffing and puffing.
The huge list of books I needed? NOPE. They changed teachers when I wasn't looking, so now it's just ONE book. That I had to buy with my birthday money. I have a whole bunch of books I may never read, and more stress than I want. (A good note here - a cohort may indeed loan me the book, but the way this week is going... I'm not holding my breath).
I keep spilling things. Soy, soda, coffee, I keep spilling it. All over the place.
What did I forget to do on day two? TAKE MY SCHEDULE! So I didn't know where the class was, except that it was in founders...
Oh, strike that. Once I had gone into nearly every room on the 1st and 2nd of founders (power walking, even) I checked it online, and the bloody room had moved. TO THE KA. L:KJERPOIUE ROJEI RLKEWJ Screaming power walk across campus to get there late. The teacher hadn't yet arrived, so that much is alright... at least...
I may need to find somewhere else to volunteer if there's nothing with CASA soon, and that stresses me out. Maybe needle exchange? Maybe MAC? ARGH!
And now a cold sore. YUP EVERYONE STARE AT MY FUCKING FACE BECAUSE I HAVE A COLD SORE AND I'M GOING TO INFECT YOU BY LOOKING AT YOU I HATE YOU ALL.
Oh, and my door on my car won't let me out. Classy.
Fuck you world. Fuck you.
OH and Ryan forgot to buy soy milk, and bought the wrong kind of fake sausage, so I had a breakfast I hated on Tuesday.
OH and I can't find the nail polish I want to find.
OH and I have to be nice to an individual I can't stand on the best days.
OH and I hate wearing clothes. Hate it. Want everything to be naked forever.
OH and I think my car is going to die.
OH and when I tried to print the syllabii on Tuesday at home, it was the longest argument I may have ever had with a printer. It kept printing nothing at all pages and I didn't know why.
I didn't have any music on Tuesday, so I had to engage all day. Ack. AND THEN, today, the sound from my mp3 player seems to have broken. I expect it to be the headphones. Which means I need new ones. If anything else breaks, I'm becoming a hermit with a shotgun.
I can't drink. I have a cold sore and homework, so I can't have a drink.
I HATE THIS WEEK AND I WANT IT TO BE OVER.
So that's how I'm doin'.