fuck you
yes this would in fact happen to be a great big fuck you to my boss. he cut my hours. why did he cut my hours? because the business is nearly bankrupt. however, he's not too poor to go on three vacations a year, keep four people on his personal staff in his home, and drive a brand new high end suv with leather interiors. but he can't pay me what would amount to about 8 hours extra per paycheck. i am still expected to do the same amount of work in less time. this is compounded by the fact that, because he cut everyone else's hours too, i am the only one at the office during the late afternoon rush of clients desperately needing to talk to whichever therapist they see. and the people who call at this time are usually really pissed off and really crazy. last night, a man blamed me for not having sent out his records, because when i have heard nothing about them needing to go out, it is clearly my fault that it was not done. work is the devil.
ouch.
my cat punched me in the eye last night. i say punched because he was staring at me and then all of the sudden i had a paw in my right eye. he didn't use claws or anything. just punched.
i am trying to write my paper for tomorrow. it's 8 pages long. i've written half of a paragraph. i'm fucked. i am having issues with writing today. i sat down and tried but i can't focus my eyes or my mind. i can't think. i just want to go home and sleep. today is the type of day that really makes me want to quit college altogether because i know i have to work my ass of but i just can't seem to do it.
in happier news, i had fun saturday painting and going to comedy city with alex and guy. guy and i went antiquing on sunday morning; this however, ended in us getting lost. we thought we were going to a flea market and we ended up in menasha. how we got to menasha i'll never know. but we made it back with plenty of time to spare for a spectacular nap that robbed me of all paper-writing time for yesterday. but i didnt mind too much because i just kept on napping.
crabbiness
Well yesterday's snow day wasn't a snow day for me; I got called in to work and Dr. Faase refused to cancel class at 8 am. I left school at 10 after Guy and I watched branches fall from the trees. I hate snow. I hate Wisconsin. Why am I here again?
I switched majors. Now I'm an English major with a Women's and Gender Studies Minor. Dr. Crowley is my advisor. This is going to rock.
The only person besides Guy that I've seen outside of class this week has been Steven because we eat breakfast together every day. If I don't get some nice non-alcoholic, non-marijuana filled visits this weekend, I will be sad in the face. There will be no parties this weekend. I need to write an 8 page paper on The Women's Room for Tuesday and rewrite my 5 page paper on Harriet Jacobs.
I have to work tonight. People should call me after work. I'm done at 8. If you havent figured this out yet, you suck. I've had the same schedule since last May.
take me home boys, i think i'm drunk
so i had a good time last weekend. and so did my friends. such a good time, in fact, that they would like a repeat this weekend. so would i. if you wish to party, come over saturday night. you should know the place. if you dont know, call. this will be the last party for a month or so, so i would suggest coming over. we do have to be a little more quiet this time though, as i have an adorable little kitten that i don't want to scare.
i promise a post that has more to do with something other than partying in the near future.
take me home boys, i think i'm drunk
so i had a good time last weekend. and so did my friends. such a good time, in fact, that they would like a repeat this weekend. so would i. if you wish to party, come over saturday night. you should know the place. if you dont know, call. this will be the last party for a month or so, so i would suggest coming over. we do have to be a little more quiet this time though, as i have an adorable little kitten that i don't want to scare.
i promise a post that has more to do with something other than partying in the near future.
