Post by Hiroku on Aug 27, 2015 20:14:59 GMT -5
Wow, the math they teach you in highschool really does have next to no bearing on your life. I was always bad at it but after not using it for over seven years I have discovered that I don't even know how to multiply a fraction anymore. So it looks like I might not obtain my goal of becoming an early child educator, because apparently you have to know advanced math in order to teach preschoolers, which is what I want to do. XP
This has not been a good summer. Back in the spring during prom season we got slammed, I mean really slammed, we had girls getting their dresses on and then walking out the door to get to prom, we were cutting it that close. Normally there are two other places that do proms and weddings as well, but this year there's only the one tailoring shop, and that is us. I normally worked three times a week as a part timer but from prom until a couple weeks back I've been working five days a week. That would not have been so bad if we could have just caught up with everything, but we are always behind. Normally what would only take us two or three weeks has taken us sometimes more than two months to get to.
Dear stupid people, a week seems like a reasonable amount of time to you, but a week is like two seconds to us tailors. And we don't drop everything that has come in first in order to do your item. Unless you are a bride, brides get priority.
Huuuuuuuh.... I tell ya. Too make things worse one of my Bosses had to go to the hospital for a week, then after she had been out and the worst of the scare was over (We thought she might have cancer for a while) her husband got sick due to stressing and worrying about her, so she was in and out of the shop. Then my other Boss got sick for a few days. A friend of theirs died, my grandfather died. I kept meaning to take a few days off but my mantra had become, "I'll sleep when I die." and I figured I could stand it until the fall when things would slow down and we could catch up at last.
My body said HAHAHAHAHHA no, and gave me a serious asthma attack brought on by stress. I actually decided to take two weeks off from work because every time I'd start out the door to go I'd get a pain in my chest and breathing would become difficult. Even working for a single hour could leave me feeling like hell for the rest of the day. I actually contemplated not facing the day today, which I haven't done seriously for three or four years. Took me a week to figure out that this must be anxiety attacks manifesting as asthma.
I hate my life. Every time I think I'm getting better I get sick or my anti-depressants are suddenly no longer covered by my insurance. Back when everyone at college was getting swine flue, I got something else and had to have a bunch of incomplete courses for the fall semester. By the time I could get out of bed and hobble to the car to go to the doctor and find out what I had, they couldn't find it. >___> I think it may have been mono but I will never know.
Harg, I'm not sure I even want to be a child educator anymore, the sheer amount of work... and the math... I just don't know how to tell my mum I don't want to do it, she's paying for the courses. I really should, but I could barely tell her I couldn't take the math course, and that I'm having anxiety attacks.
It's not like she would blow her top or kick me out of the house, but I'm a pessimist and introvert, so I never know how to put into words what I'm feeling or needing. I also have an irrational imagination that says, "Yes, yes she will blow her top." So yeah....
I don't want to adult this week, please don't make me.
This has not been a good summer. Back in the spring during prom season we got slammed, I mean really slammed, we had girls getting their dresses on and then walking out the door to get to prom, we were cutting it that close. Normally there are two other places that do proms and weddings as well, but this year there's only the one tailoring shop, and that is us. I normally worked three times a week as a part timer but from prom until a couple weeks back I've been working five days a week. That would not have been so bad if we could have just caught up with everything, but we are always behind. Normally what would only take us two or three weeks has taken us sometimes more than two months to get to.
Dear stupid people, a week seems like a reasonable amount of time to you, but a week is like two seconds to us tailors. And we don't drop everything that has come in first in order to do your item. Unless you are a bride, brides get priority.
Huuuuuuuh.... I tell ya. Too make things worse one of my Bosses had to go to the hospital for a week, then after she had been out and the worst of the scare was over (We thought she might have cancer for a while) her husband got sick due to stressing and worrying about her, so she was in and out of the shop. Then my other Boss got sick for a few days. A friend of theirs died, my grandfather died. I kept meaning to take a few days off but my mantra had become, "I'll sleep when I die." and I figured I could stand it until the fall when things would slow down and we could catch up at last.
My body said HAHAHAHAHHA no, and gave me a serious asthma attack brought on by stress. I actually decided to take two weeks off from work because every time I'd start out the door to go I'd get a pain in my chest and breathing would become difficult. Even working for a single hour could leave me feeling like hell for the rest of the day. I actually contemplated not facing the day today, which I haven't done seriously for three or four years. Took me a week to figure out that this must be anxiety attacks manifesting as asthma.
I hate my life. Every time I think I'm getting better I get sick or my anti-depressants are suddenly no longer covered by my insurance. Back when everyone at college was getting swine flue, I got something else and had to have a bunch of incomplete courses for the fall semester. By the time I could get out of bed and hobble to the car to go to the doctor and find out what I had, they couldn't find it. >___> I think it may have been mono but I will never know.
Harg, I'm not sure I even want to be a child educator anymore, the sheer amount of work... and the math... I just don't know how to tell my mum I don't want to do it, she's paying for the courses. I really should, but I could barely tell her I couldn't take the math course, and that I'm having anxiety attacks.
It's not like she would blow her top or kick me out of the house, but I'm a pessimist and introvert, so I never know how to put into words what I'm feeling or needing. I also have an irrational imagination that says, "Yes, yes she will blow her top." So yeah....
I don't want to adult this week, please don't make me.
