My brain feels like oblivion.
Ahh! Between work and school I think I will die.
Work is so hard, there is a ton to do. And I'm continually not keeping up to what I need to. It isn't like I can cut corners at all either because I'm dealing with uptight banks and their contractors and billing them and bidding repairs and augh! So I can't mess up a single figure. Or we don't get paid. Or we end up doing work for a lot less than it costs. And Steve, my boss and the owner of Sentinel, is being very patient 'cause he knows it's a lot. But I can tell he's getting agitated. But I am doing my best.
And then to make it even seem like I'm worth keeping around I have to stay late to get everything at least reasonably possible done. Which makes me late for school. I just missed a quiz in a course that has a total of 100 points. The highest I can get is a 90% now and that's if I get 100% on all other assignments. This professer is utterly consumed by the 'outright unacceptable'-ness of tardiness, too. I want to cry. I cannot do bad in school again. I wish Amy didn't have to go on bedrest two weeks earlier than she was supposed to. Work would be much less hectic, that woman is a processing machine! But wishing never did much, now did it?
I've just got to learn to be faster. I'm gonna go show up to class late now. And cry. The cry was slightly sarcastic. Even though I may feel like it.
Have a fantastic day my loves. I miss you. And I need hugs from each of you. Do well. Love much. Be happy. <3
Work is so hard, there is a ton to do. And I'm continually not keeping up to what I need to. It isn't like I can cut corners at all either because I'm dealing with uptight banks and their contractors and billing them and bidding repairs and augh! So I can't mess up a single figure. Or we don't get paid. Or we end up doing work for a lot less than it costs. And Steve, my boss and the owner of Sentinel, is being very patient 'cause he knows it's a lot. But I can tell he's getting agitated. But I am doing my best.
And then to make it even seem like I'm worth keeping around I have to stay late to get everything at least reasonably possible done. Which makes me late for school. I just missed a quiz in a course that has a total of 100 points. The highest I can get is a 90% now and that's if I get 100% on all other assignments. This professer is utterly consumed by the 'outright unacceptable'-ness of tardiness, too. I want to cry. I cannot do bad in school again. I wish Amy didn't have to go on bedrest two weeks earlier than she was supposed to. Work would be much less hectic, that woman is a processing machine! But wishing never did much, now did it?
I've just got to learn to be faster. I'm gonna go show up to class late now. And cry. The cry was slightly sarcastic. Even though I may feel like it.
Have a fantastic day my loves. I miss you. And I need hugs from each of you. Do well. Love much. Be happy. <3