I Swear...
...if I don't destress soon, I'm gonna get an ulcer or something. It's ridiculous. The semester was going along relatively smoothly, then the financial shit came down, and now... I've just been a walking ball of stress for a few weeks. It's wearing on me. The second job's not helping. I've been stressing all day about having to call the lady tonight to see what she wants changed on the quilt since she didn't like the first design I sent her. I did exactly what she asked for, but she wasn't digging it. Which isn't a big deal, I'm just so stressed already that... ugh. I've spent all day being butterflies-in-the-stomach about it. I hate calling people. Seriously. And I hate going home and not only worrying about cleaning and laundry and animals and homework but now having to also worry about a whole other job. But the pay is too good for me to just not do it. So... yeah. Grr. I just wanna not be stressed out. And I'm bad at making myself not stressed out, so it's not going so well. I keep trying. Really. I'm just not making it.
I feel whiny about not being able to hack it. Mom worked full time in college. Then she went back to college and worked AND took care of me. Wes had two full time jobs in college. And here I am with two part time jobs bitching. Which makes me even more stressed because I feel like I SHOULD be able to handle this and I'm not.
I feel whiny about not being able to hack it. Mom worked full time in college. Then she went back to college and worked AND took care of me. Wes had two full time jobs in college. And here I am with two part time jobs bitching. Which makes me even more stressed because I feel like I SHOULD be able to handle this and I'm not.