Worus

Class started yesterday. I’m not excited to be back. I think I can get used to having three days off a week, though. Still, with class at 8:40 a.m., I’ll be wishing I was doing something else a lot. From the looks of it, I’ll be doing a lot of work over the next eight weeks. Business communication seems easy enough. I can get an “A” in that class, but I’m going to have to do a lot of work for it. My algorithms class sounds different. I will have to work hard to get a “B,” and the class is a lot of work as well from what I understand from those who have taken it. The college adventure continues.

It’s funny to have a class with Dr. Slutzki again, though. The man has his own way of teaching a class. The way that he gives notes and explains at the same time is somewhat unique. It doesn’t seem like this is the case at all, but after experiencing a Slutzki lecture there is no doubt that he is a unique teacher; for better or for worse.

I spoke with Adam two evenings ago. We talked a good deal about feelings of various subjects. It was really good to talk to him since he has been involved in my feeling left out in the past. I feel much better about things. I feel like I can put a degree of closure on the issue now that I’ve talked about it. I know that I’ve not completely reconciled my feelings; but I think that, after removing my estimation for personal over-exageration, I am really doing pretty good with the issue. I just hope that our talk was as helpful to him as it was to me. I kind of began to take over the conversation about half way through.

I still do not have my hair cut. I am seriously hoping for tomorrow. It’s important to me.

I think I must need to just get away. Unfortunately, getting away is out of the question. Class starts Monday, and, with that, I will have a more limited income at that point. Traveling could be bad with the university bills still coming strong. The bastards. Ruining my fun.

On Thursday night I couldn’t sleep. Probably because my body has been way confused as when to sleep as of late. I wrote some database functions in PHP for someone, though. That gave me something to do for a while. I went to bed and that didn’t work either. In total, I ended up sleeping two and a half hours before work the next morning.

Work was stressful yesterday, too. People wanted all of these things, and Kim was gone so I was covering for her. Since I wasn’t supposed to be working there, I also had to cover Nancy’s lunch (where I was supposed to work). Things started to get hectic. At one point someone was blowing up sixty balloons and I was blowing up some as well. People wanted layaways. Others wanted me to call vendors. Others were asking about warehouse returns. Phonecalls started coming. This was all at once, too. I wanted to scream at everyone that was not a customer that kept trying to ask me to do something. I guess when I see someone with a customer, I don’t come up and ask them to leave the customer to do something for me.

Then Kim called and I found out that they had left Dean’s keys in the car at the hospital and needed me to bring keys after work. I had a master plan for after work: get my hair cut and write thank yous for the alternative prom for Youth Alliance. These things really, really needed to get done. It took forever to get the keys to Dean. I had no gas, no food, couldn’t find him at the hospital.

Finally, I went to write thank yous. Unfortunately, Microsoft Offic hadn’t been activated so I couldn’t make a new document with letterhead. I had to print an old document out and play with the copier function of the printer. Then, to align what I was going to print over it, I found out that I had no ruler. I ended up folding a sheet of paper form a stenographic pad and holding it up to the paper to measure. It took thirty minutes just to make letterhead before even writing the paper. Then the ink ran out in the printer.

After searching for a copy place and getting stuff ready for the letters, it was six-thirty in the evening. So much for a haircut. Dean was already at his place and I should have been done with everything. He had had a bad day, with his friend having a heart attack and all, so I wanted to spend time with him to hopefully cheer him up.

For the record, not having my hair cut is a bigger deal than most would imagine. I know that I put it off all of the time, but, when I decide to do it, I really need to get it done. It makes me feel ugly to have my hair this long and, obviously, not done. I know that it’s not the truth, but I think that certain things (and every now and then in general) everyone feels a little less than gorgeous, no matter what. I just really, really, really want to get it done.

I wish that made sense without sounding shallow, but it might not be possible. In any case, I know that it’s not a shallow issue, because it’s not really about looks. It’s about how I feel about the way that I take care of myself. I guess I just feel careless at times like this. Well, careless isn’t the word, but I don’t know what is.