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Term Papers are Satan's Playground
Apr. 10th, 2002 01:05 amTaking a break from the writing of the paper... Gah, I need it too. My mind is like the consistancy of oatmeal-- mushy. I'm a hair under halfway done and since I can work on it tomorrow from noon on, too, I'm anticipating being done around 3:00pm.
Tomorrow should be a great day. I have to call my manager from work and figure out what the fuck is going on there. I have been telling them for over a week that I have this huge term paper to do. When I spoke to Judy last night, I know she mentioned that she hoped she would feel better so that she wouldn't have to be out Tuesday.
This is all funny because, back in March, before I knew when the paper was due, I told the other girl I work with that I was going to need time off to do this. "All right," she said. "You just tell us what you need off." When I found out when my paper was due, I told Judy that the next 12 days were going to be really hard on me. I mentioned it every single time I was in. In return, I got stuck coming in early Saturday and working on Sunday, in addition to my normal Monday and Thursday. The paper is due Friday, no exceptions. What days does that leave me to do it? Tuesday and Wednesday.
Ironically, the other girl's reason for needing time off is that she has a bio test. Obviously, her education is more important that mine because she goes to a state school.
I didn't get time off when I had fucking acute bronchitis this winter because no one would cover for me. I distinctly remember her throwing a fit because I did not want to work 9 hours when I was that sick. She bitched at me because I asked to leave after 5 hours and go home and sleep because she was going out with her boyfriend. I still put in over 40 hours when I was that sick and was made to feel like I should be thankful for it.
Of course, she got a week and a half off in March to sit around her house. I had to take my Soc midterm at work and got yelled at because I was sitting down too long. I did poorly on my english midterm because I had to try and prepare my notes while working all Sunday, by myself. I've fallen behind on my school work because I basically have to cover when ever someone isn't up to working that night. I didn't get to go up when Dawn had the baby because no one would cover for me. All I've asked for, so far, is a small raise and what amounts to one Saturday off a month. I'm so unreasonable.
I hate my job. The best part is that now I'm starting to break out in hives when I think about it and have patches of stress rash all over my abdomen, arms, and legs. At this point, being fired would probably be more of a blessing than a curse.
On a similar note, I am now the proud owner of bone spurs. My shoes have been rubbing funny on one foot and this morning, when I was in to get my allergy perscription re-evaluated, the doctor gave me this good news. I have an appointment May 1st. to get them looked at, with a recommendation for possible surgery. This is how I wish to spend my summer.
The only actually decent part of today was when we went over to Steve's for coffee around 10:30pm. It was nice to just relax, drinking hot coffee, and talking about politics and ghost stories.
It's too late. I think I'm going to say fuck the paper for now and finish it off tomorrow.
Tomorrow should be a great day. I have to call my manager from work and figure out what the fuck is going on there. I have been telling them for over a week that I have this huge term paper to do. When I spoke to Judy last night, I know she mentioned that she hoped she would feel better so that she wouldn't have to be out Tuesday.
This is all funny because, back in March, before I knew when the paper was due, I told the other girl I work with that I was going to need time off to do this. "All right," she said. "You just tell us what you need off." When I found out when my paper was due, I told Judy that the next 12 days were going to be really hard on me. I mentioned it every single time I was in. In return, I got stuck coming in early Saturday and working on Sunday, in addition to my normal Monday and Thursday. The paper is due Friday, no exceptions. What days does that leave me to do it? Tuesday and Wednesday.
Ironically, the other girl's reason for needing time off is that she has a bio test. Obviously, her education is more important that mine because she goes to a state school.
I didn't get time off when I had fucking acute bronchitis this winter because no one would cover for me. I distinctly remember her throwing a fit because I did not want to work 9 hours when I was that sick. She bitched at me because I asked to leave after 5 hours and go home and sleep because she was going out with her boyfriend. I still put in over 40 hours when I was that sick and was made to feel like I should be thankful for it.
Of course, she got a week and a half off in March to sit around her house. I had to take my Soc midterm at work and got yelled at because I was sitting down too long. I did poorly on my english midterm because I had to try and prepare my notes while working all Sunday, by myself. I've fallen behind on my school work because I basically have to cover when ever someone isn't up to working that night. I didn't get to go up when Dawn had the baby because no one would cover for me. All I've asked for, so far, is a small raise and what amounts to one Saturday off a month. I'm so unreasonable.
I hate my job. The best part is that now I'm starting to break out in hives when I think about it and have patches of stress rash all over my abdomen, arms, and legs. At this point, being fired would probably be more of a blessing than a curse.
On a similar note, I am now the proud owner of bone spurs. My shoes have been rubbing funny on one foot and this morning, when I was in to get my allergy perscription re-evaluated, the doctor gave me this good news. I have an appointment May 1st. to get them looked at, with a recommendation for possible surgery. This is how I wish to spend my summer.
The only actually decent part of today was when we went over to Steve's for coffee around 10:30pm. It was nice to just relax, drinking hot coffee, and talking about politics and ghost stories.
It's too late. I think I'm going to say fuck the paper for now and finish it off tomorrow.