The Little Commuter that tries...
This past week has been hell in a handbasket. I've worked and i've started school and i've had fancy dinners and i've had not so fancy dinners and did i mention i've worked. Working downtown is nice and convienient but horribly bothersome. I hate not being able to do my job as a cashier because i'm trying to show my 60 year old coworker how to run the damn register. Understood he should know these things because at times when i can't be there he's pretty much on his own, but why does he always want to be taught during a rush? It's the beginning of the semester and kids need their books and i just want to get them in and out real quick. Me teaching does not fall within that spectrum. Suppose i should be more patient. I am patient. Just should be more patient. Then during the hour long break he likes to take i'm busy putting the receipts in order as he just tosses them in the drawer without any regard. Then he looks at me while i'm fidgeting with strips of papers and he's eating lunch and playing scratch offs. I've been pretty much dead these past couple of days. It was good to go to the main campus, i missed being around the people. My head feels heavy and my lips have felt dry for three days. Maybe thats a problem. I went to my first class pretty fucked over. I was stressed and nervous, i was completely on my own and in a place that i wasn't precisely thrilled to be in anyway. I hated tcnj my first day. It was my first of two spanish classes. The professor seems great, he talks kinda fast though, but i like him. I remembered to put new batteries in my cd player (damn you broken ipod) but i forgot to put a cd in, so i was stressed about that, then i realized i couldn't being a book back because i had forgot the receipt on my bed, then i got all the way to class to remember that i hadn't gone school shopping at all and didn't even have a pencil on me let alone a piece of paper. I felt unprepared and kinda defenseless. Usually i have a book or something to hide behind at least until i'm comfortable in my new setting and i went in balls out. It was extremely awkward. Then i had to rush to work. Today wasn't as bad. I was a little more familiar with things and people actually talked to me, a definate plus. I like my professors and i guess thats whats important. Work hard. Not meant to be a social butterfly. Blah. Ready for a nap. Or a bullet in my head. One or the other.