ROBERT SHOYKHET

Today, thus far.

Today started kind of terribly.

I woke up at 7:15AM and had to be at OCC at 8. I rushed over only to realize that my first class was canceled (again) today, meaning that I didn’t actually have to be there until 12:30.

I’m using this time instead to work on (and hopefully finish) my awful computer class final project. This is the easiest class in the world, but why does the stupid final project have to be so gigantic? A 2-page word document and three spreadsheets? Really? Really?

Finally, I would like to point out that here at OCC, in the computer lab, the main “proctor” (is that the right word?) guy has this constant “I am looking at child pornography” kind of look on his face. It’s just a bit concerning. I don’t know.

Complaints and anti-complaints.

Firstly, there is no good antonym for “complaint” in the English language. You might suggest “praise” or “approval”, but I plan on neither “praising” anything nor “approving” of something in particular. Because of this serious fault in the vernacular, I’m going to refer to the latter part of this post as an anti-complaint. Deal with it accordingly.

I worked for the first time in a long time today. It was incredibly physically taxing. I suppose that after two weeks of not working, I forgot how tired my legs and feet get after five hours of running around a restaurant.

I didn’t get home until around 11:30, and I literally (not literally) felt like my feet were about to fall off. I need new work shoes. That being said, I need a lot of things. And I definitely don’t have the disposable income right now to be thinking about ~new work shoes~.

But that’s all besides the point. Like I said, I got home at 11:30 and finally got to go to bed. I fell asleep almost instantly with the knowledge that I wouldn’t have to be awake until around 10, because my first class is cancelled tomorrow. Of course, a mere two hours into my slumber, I wake up realizing that I still have to write the rough draft of my Ethics paper for tomorrow.

I curse the world, get up, get to my computer, and plan on writing for the next few hours.

A mere fifteen minutes later, I am finished, and am pretty sure that I’ve just created an A-worthy paper, and I am absolutely thrilled.

(The previous sentence was an anti-complaint. Thank you for reading. That is all.)

Ugh. I’m just way too stressed to function.

Can’t. Can’t do it, y’all.

I need like, a pot of chamomile and Brian Eno music and a long bath and incense and whatever else people use to relieve stress.

I just need it to be 2012. Because for some reason, a part of me feels like I’ll have more of my shit together then.

I was ill today, and other such problems.

I threw up a few times this morning. But I think I’m mostly alright now. I’m going to go to bed soon so I can sleep whatever’s left of this virus/food poisoning/plague off.

This week has gone by really fast for me, and I’ve got a funny feeling that next week is going to do the same. This year is seriously almost over, and that’s crazy to me.

My job hasn’t scheduled me for two weeks straight. I managed to pick up a shift last week, but I haven’t worked at all this week. My bank account has gone from around $150 (which is already pretty low) to a measly dollar, basically. Not great.

Luckily, I’ve got three shifts this next week. So hopefully I’ll make around $50 in tips on Tuesday night, and I’m going to strive for around that much Saturday and Sunday. That combined with keeping spending to a minimum will hopefully keep me from drowning into a sea of poverty.

Seriously though, I need a better job asap.