I need to stop blogging after I've taken my sleeping pill! I sound like some sort of idiot, redundant and such.
I've scheduled myself up for the next month studying for the GRE. Expect to hear lots about how stressed out I am. Getting into graduate school is making me feel like the world's biggest loser. I hate it. However, I do know that when I know what I'm talking about I'm pretty good at what I do.
I feel like a lost puppy, I so don't know what to do with myself. I'd rather have a regular, full-time job right now. But Mama needs me and the money working with my sister is ok, especially considering that I don't pay for food or rent, in a financial sense anyway. I think I'm paying for it quite dearly in other ways.
Work is sucking a lot. My billing takes forever and the guy that manages my billing is the biggest idiot on the planet. I spent the better part of an hour today talking to him about how to split the hours for one of the days my mom was gone. Another woman who does the same job I do took Catherine for 10 hours that day. That leaves 14 hours left in the day. I wanted to make sure that it was ok to bill for my hourly rate and not the 24 hour rate. Somehow he decided that he would only pay me for a percentage of the 24 hour rate instead of my hourly, which is ridiculous since that works out to be about 6 dollars an hour. It never did get solved and I had to request to speak to one of his supervisors, which made him all the more bitter and angry. Most of the time the difficulty of billing makes up for the fact that my job is relatively easy otherwise.
He also continues to try paying me about 10 dollars an hour less than what my service agreement calls for. This causes me to be extremely anxious whenever I bill. The whole thing is ridiculous, and I haven't ended up making as much money as originally promised. I'm afraid I'm probably going to have to put off my trip. Especially with the way some other financial aspects are working out... I'd rather not get into it, because it's nasty and I'm done thinking about it for today, but paying for my trip is starting to look like more of a headache than originally planned. In fact, I'm thinking it might just make me miserable. Nothing is for sure yet.
The leaves are changing here, and there's that certain light that only autumn holds. I think about two years ago about this time and I think of how D and I weren't on speaking terms. We're nearing our two year anniversary. We have a trip planned next month with friends and I'm looking forward to it very much. I can't wait to have two days with him that we're not bogged down by either my family or his.
The holidays are coming. My love/hate relationship with them is flourishing this year as well as it has in other years. This year I've started my shopping early, or at least my consideration for what I will buy people.
Now I’m going to finish a book... With my major GRE study schedule coming up I won't have tons of time for reading. Lots of love to everyone out there: some of you are having a pretty rough time of it; you should know my thoughts are with you, on the hour, every hour.
Kisses.
I've scheduled myself up for the next month studying for the GRE. Expect to hear lots about how stressed out I am. Getting into graduate school is making me feel like the world's biggest loser. I hate it. However, I do know that when I know what I'm talking about I'm pretty good at what I do.
I feel like a lost puppy, I so don't know what to do with myself. I'd rather have a regular, full-time job right now. But Mama needs me and the money working with my sister is ok, especially considering that I don't pay for food or rent, in a financial sense anyway. I think I'm paying for it quite dearly in other ways.
Work is sucking a lot. My billing takes forever and the guy that manages my billing is the biggest idiot on the planet. I spent the better part of an hour today talking to him about how to split the hours for one of the days my mom was gone. Another woman who does the same job I do took Catherine for 10 hours that day. That leaves 14 hours left in the day. I wanted to make sure that it was ok to bill for my hourly rate and not the 24 hour rate. Somehow he decided that he would only pay me for a percentage of the 24 hour rate instead of my hourly, which is ridiculous since that works out to be about 6 dollars an hour. It never did get solved and I had to request to speak to one of his supervisors, which made him all the more bitter and angry. Most of the time the difficulty of billing makes up for the fact that my job is relatively easy otherwise.
He also continues to try paying me about 10 dollars an hour less than what my service agreement calls for. This causes me to be extremely anxious whenever I bill. The whole thing is ridiculous, and I haven't ended up making as much money as originally promised. I'm afraid I'm probably going to have to put off my trip. Especially with the way some other financial aspects are working out... I'd rather not get into it, because it's nasty and I'm done thinking about it for today, but paying for my trip is starting to look like more of a headache than originally planned. In fact, I'm thinking it might just make me miserable. Nothing is for sure yet.
The leaves are changing here, and there's that certain light that only autumn holds. I think about two years ago about this time and I think of how D and I weren't on speaking terms. We're nearing our two year anniversary. We have a trip planned next month with friends and I'm looking forward to it very much. I can't wait to have two days with him that we're not bogged down by either my family or his.
The holidays are coming. My love/hate relationship with them is flourishing this year as well as it has in other years. This year I've started my shopping early, or at least my consideration for what I will buy people.
Now I’m going to finish a book... With my major GRE study schedule coming up I won't have tons of time for reading. Lots of love to everyone out there: some of you are having a pretty rough time of it; you should know my thoughts are with you, on the hour, every hour.
Kisses.
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