Knock Em Out

September 7, 2008 I'm a STAR!, Sarcastica!, blog whore, changes, completely random crap, good times, growing up, linkage, pictures, updates

I guess we could play the spot what’s different game, as Avitable claims to not see the difference in this picture opposed to…lets say this picture. If you still don’t get it, well then you must be pretty unobservant…just like Avitable

Anyways, yesterday as I fighted a wicked hangover, Booth and I popped down to my dad’s friend’s tattoo and piercing shop because I had decided that I wanted a new facial piercing. I had to take my lip ring out a couple of weeks ago because it just wasn’t healing and was causing FAR too much discomfort. A piercing should not constantly cause discomfort, that’s what yeast infections are for (which I assure you all that I don’t have lmfao). But I really missed my lip ring, so I wanted it back. When I got to the shop I decided that I didn’t want the same piercing since it hadn’t worked out before. I wanted something different, so I went with the Madonna - which is a piercing above your lip.

So, what do you guys like better? My new Madonna piercing (which is healing quite well actually) or the old lip ring piercing? I like the Madonna personally, as does Booth and everyone else around here. I can’t play wih it as much so I’m expecting it to heal perfectly and never cause discomfort. But the greatest thing about piercings is that you can totally take them out.

Now is anybody a fan of the UFC? I’m not persay a fan, I do watch it occasionally with Booth and his neighbours. Usually I get drunk and just watch the pretty muscle boys roll around half naked on the ground, but yesterday I actually watched it and it was intense! Did you guys see the knockout Evans gave Iceman? Totally kick ass! (What’s not kick ass is this new Wordpress I’m using, I still don’t know how to upload photos and apparently Youtube videos don’t work either).

Anyways, today I’ve got a busy day of actually starting and finishing some assignments that are due this week. Should be good fun times! And Booth got a job! He starts on Monday! Woot!!!

My head hurts

September 6, 2008 blog whore, changes, college life, completely random crap, ed-u-ma-cation, good times, updates

I apologize ahead of time for the weirdness of this post, the following day after consuming half a 40 of Vodka does make your head feel painful and your thoughts fuzzy. I’m not entirely sure if I did drink half of it, but I know by the time we were done it was gone. So was I. Booth’s mom says I have to learn how to pace myself (since I stumbled in at 10pm) I think I have to learn how to pace myself as well. Oh well, I’ve always been the one to crash early, and techincally it wasn’t my fault (or the 40 of vodka either). I did have a very busy, eventful week in which things were go go go and hardly any rest was to be held.

The rest of my week was pretty awesome. I made friends with a couple of other girls in my program, Cat and Dani, and Tay continued to put up with me. I don’t think these girls think of me as demanding or controlling, especially Tay since I do tend to hang out with her quite a bit. My classes are interesting to say the least…I don’t like that I have to get lectures off of the interwebs since I don’t even know how to work that site. But at least I’m not bored to tears in any of my classes.

I’ve yet to have a real Accounting class yet…and that terrifies me. I hate Accounting, and I hope it is as easy as McPout says it is.

Anyways, I’m tired. And hungry, and I have a headache. Sorry for the cheap update but…I’m hungover lol.

Edit/PS: Looky what I did! I loves it!

So far

September 2, 2008 Sarcastica!, blog whore, changes, college life, completely random crap, ed-u-ma-cation, growing up, linkage, updates

My orientation was at 9:00 this morning. I picked up Peterpops and we arrived at the college with enough time to find out where our orientation groups were meeting. I ran into one of the old day workers from the recreational group; she’s taking Child and Youth Work. I came close to being in her class, had I accepted the offer.

At first, it started out pretty bad. I was the first one in the classroom, and I sat in the front row. Nobody sat near me. It was as if I stunk or something. People sat in the rows behind me, beside me…but completely avoided the row I was in. I was sitting at the very front of the class, where most people sit so they can hear their new teacher and take in the information.

My hopes were beginning to sink. I dreaded having other incounters like the ones with the people at my old college. Halfway through the orientation presentation, a girl walked in late. She saw me and sat beside me, and we started chatting. Her name is Tay and she seems pretty cool and nice. Of course, I’ve been wrong before about girls. Still, it’s someone I’ve met that I can talk to tomorrow during class. I won’t feel like a total reject.

I don’t want a repeat of last year. I’m going to be nice to everyone, but avoid the bad weeds. I don’t think Tay is a bad weed, but I also don’t know her yet. Right now, I’m just thankful to have someone to talk to - like I said.

My orientation was actually pretty uneventful. I learned stuff about what to expect from my program and got a few handouts, a tee-shirt, and an agenda. Then we were sent on our way. Tay and I explored the school, and found our classes. Then we hung out and chatted for a bit while waiting for our seperate friends. When Peterpops was finally finished her orientation, we decided to leave, figuring the free BBQ would have a huge line up.

So that was my day, I just finished getting all my course outlines saved onto my laptop. I’ll print them off when I get home. Tomorrow is my first day of classes, and hopefully I’ll be going to a kegger at the school bar. Apparently it’s the first event, and a few of my friends want to go.

I’m excited for tomorrow, but I don’t start until 1pm. Booth said if I came over early he would make me breakfast

Warm Whispers

September 1, 2008 changes, ed-u-ma-cation, family, good times, milestones, rainbows and butterflies, updates

I was hoping to have the photos uploaded by the time I wrote this post, but alas…I’ve lost my camera cord, and therefore cannot upload them…right now anyway.

The 3 hour drive was insanely boring, but once we got there it was well worth the pee cramps (never drink Gatorade before leaving on a 3 hour car ride without making pee stops). The location that Joel and Mel picked for their wedding was gorgeous! The whole ceremony suited them so perfectly, I almost cried several times and I’m totally a hardass so you know it was good.

The dinner was so good! I went up for seconds…but don’t tell anyway, heh. The speeches were amazing, all of them. I wish I had brought a video camera so I could have taped them, because they were that awesome. Mel and Joel danced to Warm Whispers by Missy Higgins - a song that couldn’t have fit them better. (P.S. I now love it; it’s on my iPod along with Swing by Savage - my prime choice dranking song). All in all, it was a beautiful wedding and the bride, groom, and wedding party all looked gorgeous and spiffy all dressed up

Once I find my camera cord, I’ll definitely put a link on for the pictures. For now though, just take my word for it; Mel looked beautiful, Joel looked handsome, and the ceremony was beautiful.

Tomorrow is my orientation day for the college, I’m pretty excited about it. A little nervous, but that’s ok. I definitely will blog about how tomorrow goes, after it goes.

I think we are getting old now

August 31, 2008 I'm a STAR!, blog whore, changes, completely random crap, family, good times, growing up, rainbows and butterflies, updates

So by the end of today, my cousin Joel will be married. We’re leaving in about an hour to head out to the hotel to get ready, I believe the wedding is at 5 - although that’s just a guess because nobody really tells me anything. I can’t wait to see Mel! I bet she looks gorgeous! I definitely have to see if Dad will stop for batteries, so I can bring my camera and get lots of pictures!

It’s so weird, everyone getting married around me. Shannon is no longer single - she got married back in April. Now it’s Joel’s turn, soon it will be Kate’s turn and then Jo will probably marry her first husband and get divorced soon after, then maybe it will be my turn (if I get asked that is) and then Jo will be getting married again to husband number 2. All of my friends are probably going to start getting hitched over the next 5 years too.

Anyways, it’s weird. I guess I am getting older…and soon I’ll have to deal with that scary word called responsibility. Yuck! Just saying it makes me shake. Haha just kidding, I’m not that immature. I don’t mind responsibility, actually I like it. I love independence too.

I also love Gatorade Rain; especially the Berry favor. But I should stop drinking it now…cause that 3 hour long ride in the car won’t be good for me if I have to pee every two minutes. Teehee

The Summer I Planned For

August 29, 2008 FOAD, discoveries, dumbass people, health, issues, life lessons, opinions, ranting & raving, stuff that bites, uncensored, updates

I’m sure I am not the only person who plans out their summers, hell bent on ensuring that summer ‘08 (or whatever year) is the best summer ever. I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants a fun filled adventure every week.

Summer ‘08 was supposed to be perfect. I have the perfect boyfriend, so why not the perfect summer vacation too? Way back in the months of April and May, I planned out my summer…hell bent on ensuring that my last summer of being a teenager was awesome. I wanted the perfect job (and held out for a very long time on the recreational group position - who doesn’t love camping and dancing full time and getting paid for it?) and lots of time to hang out with my friends.

This summer did not go as planned. First, I was anticipating having a surgery. My doctor’s intern (or whatever he was) assured me that I would have this surgery well before school started in September and that I wouldn’t miss it. Since college is something I have to pay for out of my own wallet, I can’t afford to miss it. I have not heard back from them; they haven’t called me once. I’ve called them plenty of times, with a list of new problems (such as that rapidly growing tumour on the back of my leg that appears to have veins) as well as a bunch of important inquiries, in which nobody has bothered to get back to me with answers. I just keep getting told by the receptionist (when she bothers to answer the phone that is) that they will be calling with a surgery date very soon, any day now. She’s been saying that since late June, early July.

I was unable to commit to anything this summer, because I was sure that if I did commit to something than I would have to cancel because the hospital would call with a surgery date. I missed my all time favourite recreational group event - the week long camping trip up North. Seeing the pictures on Facebook really made me depressed that I missed it, as I had vowed that no matter what I would make it to the event every year. Even though I was pissed about the poltics and said “maybe I won’t go” often, I really did want to go. A couple weeks before camp though I called my doctors office and recieved the answer. “Oh don’t worry, we will be calling with a surgery date any day now!”

So I didn’t go. I didn’t go on any camping trips, except once to meet Booth’s family up North. I didn’t get to visit with my friends as often as I liked because they all had jobs. I didn’t. I’ve already mentioned previously the amount of trouble I’ve been having finding one (and keeping one). I do have an interview for Tim Hortons on Tuesday, but I don’t know if I’m going to take it. That’s another stand for 8 hours job, and I didn’t have much luck with the whole standing bit when I worked at Wendy’s (that’s why I quit).

I’m not going to lie, I’m really not impressed with my new doctor and his team. I hear he’s the best, but I’ve only met him once and he barely bothered to talk to me. He shrugged off all of my concerns and said “You’ve stopped growing so I don’t expect to see you again.” He made it out to be that the meet and greet was the farewell as well. Anybody who has MHE knows that even after you stop growing, problems still arise. I just tried calling his office and was greeted with a lovely message on their voicemail, saying that the office was now closed until September 2nd. Well then, thanks so much.

My mom wants me to call my old doctor and see about getting a reveral elsewhere. I really do want the best doctor, but I also want my case to be taken seriously - even if it isn’t the most deadly or serious case he has. I still want my concerns to be heard and my inquires answered. I still want to feel taken care of. Right now, my new doctor and his team have not made me feel taken care of at all. I don’t feel like I’m in good health, and it’s really not fair to me to have waited around all summer for a surgery date that I wasn’t going to get. If they were too busy this summer to do a surgery on me, they should have told me that instead of assuring me it was perfectly fine and they’d get a surgery date ASAP. I don’t mind waiting, or booking a surgery a couple of months from now. What I do mind is thinking that my surgery will be over and done with by the time school rolls around, and then not getting the surgery at all. School is in four more days. Four more days is definitely not enough time to have a surgery and recover from it.

Is it wrong that I’m so upset? Am I truly being selfish? I don’t know, and frankly I don’t really care. I think I’ve earned a right to be pissed off about this.

Slo Mo for the blond hoe

August 28, 2008 annoyances, changes, completely random crap, updates

I’m quite proud of this title…even though it has absolutely no relevance really to what I wanted to blog about. It’s just something I randomly said while watching Never Back Down with Booth (yes I’m going to go back to his old nickname, since so many of you prefered that. Besides - the story behind it is kind of cute). Every time the main character saw the blonde chick he liked, she was moving in slow motion.

Anyways, yesterday I finally got to go shopping with my Granny and my mom for my birthday shopping spree :) McShout came, and we hit up the mall near my grandmothers for 5 hours straight. I’m impressed with myself, really I am. I got 4 new tank tops,  2 t-shirts with funny captions and pictures on them, 3 new sweaters, and 2 pairs of jeans. Oh and a coat. It was a lot of fun, even if my legs were killing me by the third hour. Oh well though! The clothes and time spent with my grandma, mother and sister was well worth it.

This weekend, my super cool cousin Joel is getting married. I’m so excited, I can’t wait! I bet Mel (his beautiful wife to be) looks gorgeous! I can’t wait to see Karen and the boys and see everyone all dressed up. I’m glad my parents decided to spend the night at a hotel, now we can stay for the reception and party!

Today was a weird, random day. Booth and I went job hunting and when we returned their was an accident right at his street - so we had to take a detour. We decided to leave again later on as we had forgotten to grab some munchies for our movie, and the time we got to the accident sight (to turn onto the main road we took to get to town) the accident was all cleared up with only the cop car and one of the guys from the accident and his truck remaining. They were pulled off to the side though, and the ambulances and fire truck had been long gone. We were only at the store for like 5 minutes, and on our way back we spotted another accident in the same spot. So apparently Booth’s street was a hotbed for accidents today. I guess it’s because it was raining out, and people are so not used to driving in the rain (that was “said” sarcastically, since all it’s been doing in this part of Canada is RAINING!).

Bah. I really need a job. Like soon time. Unfortunately for me, if it isn’t one thing it’s another. Usually potential employers dislike the fact that I am not phsyically capable of doing all the heavy physical tasks they may need me to do - that’s why I haven’t had much luck in the job department. Now, my only shot at an office/call center position is blown…all because of my school schedule. I didn’t exactly luck out on my school schedule, sure it’s going to be great sleeping in until like 9am because my first class doesn’t start until 11am - every day. But I make up for it by having to be at the college until 6pm - every day. This kills most of my chances at jobs, and the other chances are blown by my phsyical limitations.

I’m stressing out. How on earth am I going to ever get out of debt if I can’t get a job [that I can do without killing myself]? Booth is trying really hard to find a job too, but he’s having a hard time because he doesn’t have his license (it expired like 2 weeks before we met), and can’t get it until he pays off a ticket. But he doesn’t have a job to pay off the ticket and get his license renewed. There are no job opportunities in our area, and Booth doesn’t have transportation out of town.

We’re in a never ending cycle of shit sticks when it comes to working - or rather, not working. Gah. Hopefully we’ll get some call backs this week, since we spent all day job hunting. I swear, if the movie store I handed my resume to this morning loses my resume one more time, I’ll bust a cap in their asses. I must have handed in my resume there like 50 times, only the guy who works there and chats with me said they keep loosing them. Professional, eh? It would be cool to work in a movie store. Free movies, flexable hours…this time I won’t blow it with a naughty quote.

All these things I hate [in my head]

August 26, 2008 Sarcastica!, annoyances, completely random crap, discoveries, ed-u-ma-cation, insecurties, issues, life lessons, linkage, opinions, ranting & raving, stuff that bites, uncensored, updates

There are a million random thoughts racing through my head today, so I’m apologizing ahead of time for the jumpy mess that is sure to follow this little introduction.

I’m still feeling like I got hit by a transport. It has recently occured to me that I haven’t really explained my medical condition in detail on this blog. Usually when I mention it, I throw in a link to my other blog that focuses on my MHE woes. However, it’s come to light recently that having one blog for my daily life and one blog for my MHE life is a bit contradicting. I tend to repeat things (on those rare occasions I update) on my other blog. So from now on I’m not really going to blog on that blog. It only makes sense…I mean after all (as much as I hate to admit it) my MHE is a part of my every day life. It doesn’t just appear sometimes, it’s always present. It doesn’t seem fair to make people go to another blog just to read about that aspect of my life, and I’m sure most of my readers don’t have the time to jump back and forth.

Anyways, lets get down to the nitty gritty of explaining MHE. MHE, or Multiple Hereditary Exostoses, is a rare disorder that effects the bones. You can click here for a medical definition, but to put it bluntly I have extra calcium in my body that produces extra bones, called bone growths (or bone tumours, or “knobs” as my new doctor likes to call them). These bone growths grow in clusters around joints and off other bones in my body. It’s possible to have a very slight, almost not there case of MHE, which would be just a few bone growths here and there on your legs or arms. My MHE is slightly more several, and I’m basically covered from my shoulder blades down to my toes.

There is no cure for MHE and it is a chronic pain illness as these bones cause joint inflammation and can cut off nerves and put stress on the muscles. There is a treatment for MHE, and that is invasive surgery. The surgerons basically cut you open and shave down or remove the extra bone growths to stop them from clustering around joints, cutting off nerves or putting stress on the surrounding muscles. Recovery time can be as quick as a few weeks to several months, or there is a possiblity of never recovering. Sometimes, if the knife slips during the surgery it can damage the nerves or muscle tissue just as badly as leaving the bone growth there can. I’ve had several “emergancy” operations to remove bone growths on my legs that were cutting off the nerves and damaging the muscles. In grade 8 I faced the future of either accepting my diploma from a wheelchair or accepting my diploma from, well, a wheelchair. The bone growth was causing far too much damage to the surrounding nerves and muscles, and if my doctor didn’t operate than I would lose the use of that leg. Because the bone growth caused so much damage, the nerves didn’t completely heal in my right foot.

I’ve had around 10 or so surgeries, and I have roughly 17 scars on my arms and legs. I’m still waiting to hear back from my specialist on when my next surgery will be, as several locations are causing me extreme constant pain.

I don’t like to talk about this often because I fear people will think I’m complaining, or looking for attention. I know many people who think that I use my MHE as a cop out so I don’t have to work. However, I really truly DO want to have a job, I want to work and make money. The reality of it is that most of the positions available for students are physically demanding. It’s not like I’ve never worked a day in my life and just decided to believe that I can’t. I’ve worked at fast food places before, and my body just coudn’t handle it. I can’t stand for long periods of time, and I can’t walk for long periods of time. There goes basically any job available for me to apply at. Most companies are not willing to make exceptions and would choose to not hire you rather than make a few exceptions.

So there you have it, I’ve explained what MHE is, the treatment for it, and why I’m constantly in pain. No, I’m not fishing for sympathy or anything like that - I’m just wanting to explain a few things about me. MHE is a small part of me, but in my hearts of hearts I know that it does not define who I am. My mind does though. In my mind, I like to think of myself as a fighter. Every fighter has successes and every fighter has failures.

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Now, on to some other thoughts in my head…I’m stressing out big time about college. I only have like one more week and I still haven’t gotten my books yet. I’m still trying to figure out how the hell to work the college website and get my book list. After I finish this post, I plan on calling the college and getting them to walk me through it - since clearly I’m doing something wrong here. Than hopefully I can pick up those books today, and other school supplies. Bam will be coming with me, hopefully he’ll be my pack mule College books are heavy! I also need to look in to getting a locker…although I may just keep my books in my car, that way I don’t have to spend money on a locker (since I don’t have any to spend haha).

Bam asked me the other day if I really wanted to be a Dental Receptionist and Administrator. The answer is no, not really. I would rather be a published author, but I’ll settle for a Dental Receptionist and Administrator for now. It’s a career that doesn’t lack jobs, pays well, and probably has super awesome dental benefits. It will give me a paycheck big enough to live off of, and time to work on my stories in the evenings. So ya, I’ll be a Dental Receptionist and Administrator, and I won’t back down from this. The program is only a year, and I want to do really well on it. I want to get highest ranking graduate in my program as well as be on the college and presidents honor roll.

Since I do have to take Accounting, I’m a bit nervous. Math has NEVER been my strong suit, and hopefully I’ll understand the gibberous that the professor will surely spew in lectures. I won’t fall behind, and if I really don’t understand it I will see about getting a tutor. I have to do well, failing is not an option.

If my surgeron calls with a surgery date that happens to be while I’ve got classes, I won’t be accepting it. Sure, I do need the surgery, but I also need to get an education. I refuse to fall behind. They will just have to book it for the holidays or when school is out. They had their chance to operate on me this summer, but were too busy. The school year is my busy time.

Anyways, I’ve taken up enough of everyone’s time for today. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to post tomorrow.

Too Much and Not Enough

August 25, 2008 annoyances, changes, insecurties, issues, life lessons, ranting & raving, so stoopid, stuff that bites, stupid mistakes, uncensored, updates, work

I thought that yesterday would be easier, because the first day is always the hardest…right? In a sense, it was easier. I knew what to do and I got better at making beds and finishing them at a certain time. In another sense, it was harder. Harder on the body, harder on the spirits.

I was finished work at a quarter to 5. It was a long day because some of the other workers were not worker their hardest and therefore, we had to help them finish their rooms. By the time I got into the car, I was aching from head to toe. By the time I got to Bam’s house and crashed on his bed, I was so stiff and sore moving felt impossible.

I called my mom crying, and Bam crying too (since he was at Dragon’s) because I hurt so much and just knew that tomorrow would be worse. I wasn’t sure if I could put my body through it again, I wasn’t sure if my body would let me put it through that again. I knew that there was no way in hell I would make it through this week.

I feel stupid and pathetic. I’ve only worked two days at the hotel, and yet I am unable to work another day there. I can’t. My body refuses to cooperate with what I want. What I want is to work like any other normal person, to make money and be proud of what I’m doing. My body and my mind are two different things. My body shys away from pain, while my mind tries to overcome it and continue on. All day long I kept saying to myself “If I make it through one more day, I’ll be that much stronger” but at the end of the day I was that much weaker.

I’m ashamed of myself, really ashamed. The housekeeper supervisor went out on a limb and hired me. She told me she hoped I didn’t screw them over after I assured her I could work every weekend. I was sure that I could, I was positive I could train my body and mind to cope with the pain and work those 2 days a week. But the issue at hand is that I’m supposed to work every day for the rest of the summer, and I know everywhere in my body and mind that that goal is just impossible for me to meet.

I bet the ladies I worked with are all standing around the staff room bitching about how I let them down and how I’m a horrible person. After all, there was only going to be about 4 people working today. I was one of those people. But I know that if I had gone in today, I wouldn’t have been any help at all. I would have been slow and stupid, and annoyed the girl who was training me.

I probably should have told the housekeeper supervisor about my medical condition before accepting the job, but I was too afraid too. Every other place that I was honest with ended up not hiring me because I couldn’t do all the things they wanted me to do.

I probably should have realized just how tough housekeeping is. It’s a nonstop standing, bending, crouching, walking, moving job. Sure, I got three breaks throughout the day - two fifteen minute ones and one half hour one - but that wasn’t enough for me.

I feel lower than low, and sorer than sore. I know that I’m not going to find that “dream job” right now, but a job that I could do without causing myself too much pain and discomfort would be pretty sweet.

Bam thinks I should go on disability since it’s hard for me to find a job that I can physically do. I don’t know though. I have high morals about what I will and will not do reguarding my medical disability. I’m not dying, I can walk (sometimes) and I’m resourceful, so why shouln’t I work? I don’t take pain killers because a) they don’t work and b) I dislike not being incontrol of my thoughts. I probably should start taking something, but I don’t want to. Besides, clearly my doctor is too busy, for he hasn’t called me back yet reguarding my surgery date or reguarding my inquiry about booking another appointment so he could look at that bone growth on my hip that’s growing rapidly. Plus I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m weak. Always calling with my questions, always begging for answers.

I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do at this point. I liked the people I worked with (though they probably hate me now) and the job was interesting for the most part, it was just too hard on my body. I feel weak saying that. I need the money but I know that I can’t do it, because if I do I’ll end up in the hosptial due to loosing the use of some important limb.

Edit: I just spoke to the housekeeper supervisor. I expected her to be all angry at me and frustrated, but surprisingly she wasn’t. I guess it’s cause I breifly mentioned on my first day that winters might be hard on me, and because the girl who trained me saw one of my scars and asked me about it, so I told her. I have a feeling she reports everything I say to the housekeeper supervisor, so in a way that’s a good thing. The supervisor is going to talk to the overall boss to see if I can get in at reception, but since I can’t do housekeeping anymore I’m no longer worker there. Hopefully I can get in to do housekeeper, that or at least get an interview with the people at the call center. I need cash soon times.

Whatever You Like

August 23, 2008 completely random crap, ranting & raving, updates, work

Normally, I’m not much for rap music…but T.I’s Whatever You Like is really cute (this YouTube version sucks but whatever I’m not spending the time hunting for the best video).

So my first day of work was interesting to say the least. No gross room stories yet, but my coworkers assure me it will happen eventually. It’s hard work. It doesn’t sound like it, but its time consuming and very phsyical…even more physical than my group home job was. Housekeepers do 16 rooms a shift by themselves, spending half an hour tops in each room. You’ve gotta stripe the beds, remake them (a certain way), dust and disinfect every surface, clean every inch of the bathroom, and vacuum. Sure, it doesn’t sound like a lot and I didn’t think it would be but it is.

I work from 9am until whenever I’m done my 16 rooms…sometimes [but rarely] it’s 3pm, but most days its around 4 or 5 when everything gets done. I get paid a shitty $8.75 an hour, but whatever…it’s money. I made like $71.75 today alone so that’s like $143.50 a weekend. I’m only going to work weekends throughout the school year…but hopefully that will be enough to get at least started on paying off my debts.

I honestly hope I can stick this job out. It’s hard work, I’m not going to lie that my body is killing me right now. It’s quite hard to move. But I’m sucking it up because the job is pretty fun for the most part, the ladies I work with are hilarious and the atmosphere is pretty awesome too. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I make it through this week; the housekeeper supervisor wants me to work all week.

Anyways, it’s getting late again. I thought I had time to read blogs tonight but it’s like 11 and I’m exhausted and have to work again tomorrow is it bad that I already need a vacation?