It’s been a very long week, and today was an unnecessarily long day. K and I had to meet with a faculty member at 3:30 and didn’t end up leaving campus until 5 – a full hour after we were supposed to. Whatever. Josh volunteered to cook dinner so that was ready within minutes of me getting home, which was awesome. I made the mistake just now of checking my work email to send a “retaliatory” email to my old boss. We trade insults and stupid pictures regularly. Anyway, there was an email from my current boss about a special training session someone is requesting in August.
On a Saturday.
After I’ll have taught 9 classes over 5 days.
Right now my mind is going THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY, I HATE THIS GODDAMN JOB, SHE’S A FUCKING CUNT FOR EVEN THINKING ABOUT ASKING ME TO DO THIS BULLSHIT, I QUIT.
The realistic part of me that enjoys eating regularly realizes that this is a rather knee-jerk reaction. But still, it’s pissing me off. K and I are the only ones who ever get roped into working nights or weekends. It doesn’t happen too often, but still – 9 fucking classes in the preceding 5 days during a month when even a single scheduled day off is not allowed. (except that I’m pretty sure if T or S were to need time she’d grant it, particularly if S has issues with her rotten ass children again)
So, it’s past time for me to take meds. Still not sleeping for shit. Supposed to storm yet again tonight.
Cannot fucking win.