Wow. I forgot how to use the computer. It's been awhile huh? You may want to know what my new life is like. Well, I am not sure which was harder.......the old life or the new life.
If I were to say that my first week of school was hard, it would be an understatement. Crooked Eyebrow, how exactly was it that you made it through Nursing school? Because, I almost didn't make it my first week!
Picture this......first day of class the teacher says I want you to memorize this abbreviation for tomorrow's quiz.......and read the first 10 chapters by Wednesday for a test. And there's another quiz on Thursday. By today, I am beat.
Haven't had a chance to read all your blogs yet, but I will get to them over MLK day on Monday! Going to school does have it's advantages.......I have Monday off!
Showing posts with label Stress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stress. Show all posts
Friday, January 18, 2008
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Someone Just Hand Me A Gun Please
Seriously, could someone just hand me a gun and let me get it over with? I might not shoot myself, but I feel a "going postal" moment coming on.
I think I am in some sort of "stuck" phase of crabbiness. It seems as if the last few days I have been the most unenjoyable person to be around. This is so not like me. Honestly, I don't even want to hang out with myself.
The last two days I have been training Hitler the boss. It's been about as much fun as getting eaten alive by wolves. She just doesn't get it. It's amazes me to no end that she makes as much money as she does. Breathe deep, calm breaths. And think "only 8 more weeks." I keep telling myself that.............hmmmmm, it's not working.
I'm stressed. So many changes. So little time. I'm looking for a night job. Holy Hell, that is hard! I've been working Monday through Friday .......oh, for 9 years now. The night jobs just aren't jumping out at me and saying, "I'M THE ONE." I've applied to three places. And it makes me feel weird I haven't even gotten a call back yet. I know, I know. Don't give up. But, I want to. I want to hide in my comfortable-ness with a good book and pretend I don't exist right now. I need a vacation. Oh wait, those costs money.
There's my bitch session for the day.
Another thing: Gray hair, wrinkles, and a million zits do not belong on the same face. I am under so much stress that I have counted over 7 zits staring at me in the mirror today. Yes, over 7.
I think I am in some sort of "stuck" phase of crabbiness. It seems as if the last few days I have been the most unenjoyable person to be around. This is so not like me. Honestly, I don't even want to hang out with myself.
The last two days I have been training Hitler the boss. It's been about as much fun as getting eaten alive by wolves. She just doesn't get it. It's amazes me to no end that she makes as much money as she does. Breathe deep, calm breaths. And think "only 8 more weeks." I keep telling myself that.............hmmmmm, it's not working.
I'm stressed. So many changes. So little time. I'm looking for a night job. Holy Hell, that is hard! I've been working Monday through Friday .......oh, for 9 years now. The night jobs just aren't jumping out at me and saying, "I'M THE ONE." I've applied to three places. And it makes me feel weird I haven't even gotten a call back yet. I know, I know. Don't give up. But, I want to. I want to hide in my comfortable-ness with a good book and pretend I don't exist right now. I need a vacation. Oh wait, those costs money.
There's my bitch session for the day.
Another thing: Gray hair, wrinkles, and a million zits do not belong on the same face. I am under so much stress that I have counted over 7 zits staring at me in the mirror today. Yes, over 7.
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