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This is the first weekend I have two consecutive days off since ... I don't know, the fist weekend in March? (The weekend I drove down to my parents doesn't count, because it involved not being here, driving 600km and car troubles. Not what I'd call a day off.).
And what happens? The phone rings and someone wants to know if I could work the day shift today. The day shift that's twelve hours long. And requires us to work as everything from receptionist to cleaner to vet.
The worst part is that I feel really, really bad for saying I've got plans for today. I don't exactly have plans after all. Just lots of stuff to do. Articles for my dissertation to read, data from the other study I'm doing to enter, general articles to read, loads of laundry to do, a flat to tidy up, paperwork to file, ... very few things that couldn't be done tonight instead of sleep.
Why didn't I choose a less involved job?
My only hope is that the strict orders I've given J. to stop me from going there will work.
A bit of grumbling
Nov. 25th, 2005 14:13I wish people would realize that snow doesn't magically turn off the laws of physics.
Driving carefully is a good thing. But less than 30km/h? Get off the road!
*grumblemumblegrumble*
Today was the first of the set of seven final exams.
I should probably care much more that I failed it than I do. But that's the reason I failed in the first place - working up any interest in milk hygiene just seemed like too much work.
No more excuses like that, I don't really want to resit more than one just because I'm so very, very lazy. The fact that the next on the list is food hygiene doesn't bode well for that resolution, though.
*grumblemumblegrumblesomemore*
And I'm counting the days until I get the dog to my parents'. I love the stupid animal but at the moment he's very annoying and I migh just throw him against a wall if he'd stay.
Second day of work and I claimed to be going crazy at the job to have an excuse to quit. I don't think I actually am crazy, but it is certainly one of the most stupid things I've ever done.
Though taking a job in a call center competes for that title.
Because one of things that define me as a person is that I really, really hate to disturb other people.
Not so much in the 'talking in the cinema' sense but in a more general 'is my existence an incovenience for you?' sense. (Strangely enough, I also have enough self-confidence for three people.)
Mainly because of that, I hate to phone people. I'm fine when they call me, but if I have to call a person I've been friends with for ten years, I still have trouble doing it before 2 and after 6 p.m.
So, a job where I have to do outgoing calls? (Even if it's only to actual clients, that not only have agreed to be called, but in some cases also *expect* it.)
Very bright idea.
I did a short four hour shift yesterday, and realized that I simply can not do it. Not literally, I think I managed 30 actual contacts per hour, but ... mentally (*spits and washes out mouth* ewww, dirty word. But I can't think of a better one). This is especially silly when I consider all the things I've done before. I've got no problem cleaning up shit or biking through the rain; doing nothing but listening to beeping noises or calling out the numbers of fast moving cars doesn't really faze me; I don't have too much trouble with having to get up twice every night for weeks or doing data entry at six in the morning but making phone calls? Please no!
Since I took the job mainly because I don't feel comfortable without at least enough money in my savings account to let me live for two months (shut up, I know I'm strange), I decided that feeling a bit more comfortable about my finances wasn't worth hating every second of the job and spending the rest of the day resenting the fact that I would have to go back.
Only problem is, that I'll now have to pay them back for the training*. So I this bright idea actually cost me money.
*headdesk*
I guess I'll chalk that one up to life experience.
And now, back to procrastinating studying.
Did I really just tell the prof during an exam that he should fail me, because I *know* I could do better?
And insisted until he did so? Even though I'm pretty sure I would have passed otherwise?
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Apr. 14th, 2003 17:20I also don't have a thing against the tree in front of my window blossoming.
I could even live with the bees coming in my flat.
But Kuno - my stupid dog - doesn't like bees (or anything else flying through my flat) and tries to eat them.
And I really hate it to stop doing whatever I'm doing every few minutes, because he got stung and I have to fill up his water, so he can put his nose in to cool it.
I think I mentioned it before that I have strange problems.
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Apr. 14th, 2003 16:24( Why do I do things like that? )
Sometimes I look at my problems and know that whatever else I may be - first of all I'm strange
Some things I should try to remember:
- Just because I belive myself to be pretty intelligent, is no reason not to study - skipping lectures and not looking at the books is a dumb thing to do.
- Hit reload before trying to post again, nobody needs my comments more than one time.
- Try to take some things serious, at least official meetings - smiling all the time, even while people criticise me is not a good thing, most of the times it pisses those people off.
Bah, somtimes I have to wonder about people.
( How old are we? )Just had to rant a litte bit - and I'm really having fun getting to know how lj works ;)
On other news I've just spent over 100 Euro for one little book.
Why am I always to late too get one of the libary books?
