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So, as I'm cramming for my final exam (which requires me to have a complete understanding of, oh, I don't know, all of Spanish history, literature, and painting between 1700 and today), I decide to check on what the workload will be like when I get home.
Basically, I come home Tuesday, and on Wednesday I start work again at Price Chopper. Land of the evil corporations and dumbfucks.
What's my schedule, you ask?
Wed: 9-6
Thurs: 9-7
Friday: 9-4
Sunday: 4-10
For those of you doing the math, that's 33 hours of work over 4 days. That's 10 hours straight at Price Chopper on Thursday, 9 on Wednesday, 7 on Friday, and 6 on Sunday.
That's INSANE.
Not to mention the fact that they're starting me at 9 AM, way before my functioning time. I
I am going to explode!
Fuck going home.
At least I get time and a half on Friday and Sunday
Besides that, things are going well, and I'm very sad to be leaving here soon, as Wesleyan has a tendency to rock, even if it brings out the nutty in all of us.
Procrastination must end now---- adios.
Basically, I come home Tuesday, and on Wednesday I start work again at Price Chopper. Land of the evil corporations and dumbfucks.
What's my schedule, you ask?
Wed: 9-6
Thurs: 9-7
Friday: 9-4
Sunday: 4-10
For those of you doing the math, that's 33 hours of work over 4 days. That's 10 hours straight at Price Chopper on Thursday, 9 on Wednesday, 7 on Friday, and 6 on Sunday.
That's INSANE.
Not to mention the fact that they're starting me at 9 AM, way before my functioning time. I
I am going to explode!
Fuck going home.
At least I get time and a half on Friday and Sunday
Besides that, things are going well, and I'm very sad to be leaving here soon, as Wesleyan has a tendency to rock, even if it brings out the nutty in all of us.
Procrastination must end now---- adios.