i feel like i am getting pummeled by school. i dropped my biology of women class, but i'm still enrolled in sociology, math, and a&p. i'm constantly doing homework or meeting a due date. so tired.
my coworker came to work three hours late and hammered on saturday. i contacted my boss, she showed up at work, and sent him home. they talked on monday and my coworker decided to give his two weeks. he thinks that working in the bakery is what is causing him to be such an alcoholic. truth is, he has always been an alcoholic since he started the job three years ago. it is just getting worse because his disease is progressing. i'm bummed that he's leaving, disappointed at his lack of insight, but mostly i'm annoyed that he keeps showing up to work roughly an hour late everyday.
well. i just thought i'd pop in. i'm pretty tired. the cats kept me up last night and this morning so i'm probably going to snuggle into my blankets with a natgeo magazine and fall asleep.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
on success.
my group didn't actually have any questions completed on friday for our a&p case study. it took us about four and a half hours to answer nine questions. SO glad that is over. we have three more case studies throughout the rest of the semester. we vowed to not wait two days before it is due to start the next one.
last night i actually went to bed a little before midnight. i woke up and i felt "eh." i wasn't tired. i wasn't full of energy. just, you know, eh. i worked for ten hours, which didn't feel like ten hours.
on my drive home, my car started to overheat. in a panic, i called my mom. she said she'd come down to my apartment tomorrow with antifreeze to see if that'll do the trick.
i basically started my day with a feeling of defeat. i'm ending it the same. i ordered too much chinese food, i'm getting frustrated with homework, my cats are being loud and running around frantically, and both neighbors have their tvs on loud enough to irritate me through the walls.
my apartment is a mess. any suggestions on how to tackle large messes? i mean, i'm to the point where i might just throw everything away. i'm definitely reaching that point with my kitchen. because my kitchen sink has been messed up since october and they haven't fixed it, i end up washing dishes in my bathtub. because of that, i let the dishes pile up. so i'm contemplating just throwing away everything and buying new pots and pans, dishes, and flatware. so, like i said, suggestions? and spare the "one room at a time" thing. this is a studio. it's all one room and every part of it flows into the next.
maybe tomorrow will be better. or, at the very least, more motivating.
last night i actually went to bed a little before midnight. i woke up and i felt "eh." i wasn't tired. i wasn't full of energy. just, you know, eh. i worked for ten hours, which didn't feel like ten hours.
on my drive home, my car started to overheat. in a panic, i called my mom. she said she'd come down to my apartment tomorrow with antifreeze to see if that'll do the trick.
i basically started my day with a feeling of defeat. i'm ending it the same. i ordered too much chinese food, i'm getting frustrated with homework, my cats are being loud and running around frantically, and both neighbors have their tvs on loud enough to irritate me through the walls.
my apartment is a mess. any suggestions on how to tackle large messes? i mean, i'm to the point where i might just throw everything away. i'm definitely reaching that point with my kitchen. because my kitchen sink has been messed up since october and they haven't fixed it, i end up washing dishes in my bathtub. because of that, i let the dishes pile up. so i'm contemplating just throwing away everything and buying new pots and pans, dishes, and flatware. so, like i said, suggestions? and spare the "one room at a time" thing. this is a studio. it's all one room and every part of it flows into the next.
maybe tomorrow will be better. or, at the very least, more motivating.
Friday, February 7, 2014
a&p requires too much time.
i have a case study do for my a&p class today.
last night i met holly at the library and we hammered through the three gateway quizzes we had to take in order to get more information. we still have to write a paper. she and i will be meeting later today with another person to collectively pool and write our paper.
i left the library a little after 10pm last night. i spent an hour trying to relax and not stress out. it didn't work. around midnight i must have fallen asleep... with all my lights on, backpack and laptop right next to me. i woke up a little after 4am. it's 545am right now. i have one question out of nine done because i just can't focus. i am so tired.
there is so much work to be done this weekend. i just want to sleep all weekend. a 200 level class should not be this hard and should not consume this much of someone's time.
i have to get ready and leave for work within the next hour. i big ol' apology to my group for not getting more than half the questions done.
why must it be so hard to go to school and work at the same time?!
last night i met holly at the library and we hammered through the three gateway quizzes we had to take in order to get more information. we still have to write a paper. she and i will be meeting later today with another person to collectively pool and write our paper.
i left the library a little after 10pm last night. i spent an hour trying to relax and not stress out. it didn't work. around midnight i must have fallen asleep... with all my lights on, backpack and laptop right next to me. i woke up a little after 4am. it's 545am right now. i have one question out of nine done because i just can't focus. i am so tired.
there is so much work to be done this weekend. i just want to sleep all weekend. a 200 level class should not be this hard and should not consume this much of someone's time.
i have to get ready and leave for work within the next hour. i big ol' apology to my group for not getting more than half the questions done.
why must it be so hard to go to school and work at the same time?!
Sunday, February 2, 2014
when it's quite.
i'm currently at my mom's house. i have studying to do and some quizzes to take. in the past, my apartment building neighbor has cheered during football games to the point where it sounded like he was almost in my studio. and today is the super bowl. so, i decided to come to my mom's.
i came here for quiet. when i first hiked up the steps to the second floor of my mom's house, she didn't quite understand that i had come for silence. i heard her bustling around the kitchen, making much more noise than i'm accustomed to outside of work. i shut the door that connects the kitchen to the upstairs hallway steps. she asked what i was doing; i responded with "too loud." i think she understood. she quickly finished whatever it was she was doing and has been napping in her chair ever since.
i sit in the quiet often. i hear the way the radiators whistle and sizzle in my apartment, the occasional car move through the street. i can almost always pinpoint what exactly my cats are doing to create the noise they're making. and i can hear myself think. it isn't until i realize that i've been sitting in silence for five hours that it becomes strange to me. who sits alone, quietly, for that long? i do.
i don't think i really ever sat quietly when i was in oshkosh. the second i came home from class or work, i would turn on my music. i slept with music on. i had to have my iPod with me on the way to and from class. when i started working at MCC and moved in with my old boyfriend mark and his friend blake, that's when i started to get quiet. but i think i solidified my enjoyment for the lulling sounds of buildings settling, quiet people living quiet lives, and my own thoughts when i moved into my studio.
and it's nice.
this is my view right now:
i came here for quiet. when i first hiked up the steps to the second floor of my mom's house, she didn't quite understand that i had come for silence. i heard her bustling around the kitchen, making much more noise than i'm accustomed to outside of work. i shut the door that connects the kitchen to the upstairs hallway steps. she asked what i was doing; i responded with "too loud." i think she understood. she quickly finished whatever it was she was doing and has been napping in her chair ever since.
i sit in the quiet often. i hear the way the radiators whistle and sizzle in my apartment, the occasional car move through the street. i can almost always pinpoint what exactly my cats are doing to create the noise they're making. and i can hear myself think. it isn't until i realize that i've been sitting in silence for five hours that it becomes strange to me. who sits alone, quietly, for that long? i do.
i don't think i really ever sat quietly when i was in oshkosh. the second i came home from class or work, i would turn on my music. i slept with music on. i had to have my iPod with me on the way to and from class. when i started working at MCC and moved in with my old boyfriend mark and his friend blake, that's when i started to get quiet. but i think i solidified my enjoyment for the lulling sounds of buildings settling, quiet people living quiet lives, and my own thoughts when i moved into my studio.
and it's nice.
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