Advil PM
I learned that Advil PM is not the thing to take if you only have 8 hours.
I woke up this morning and took a shower. Then I brushed my teeth. Apparently, somewhere in there, I went into the living room and grabbed my shoes and took them into the kitchen and put them on the floor. After brushing my teeth, I went to put my shoes on and I couldn't find them. I had to go downstairs and find another pair, which would have been extremely uncomfortable to wear since I was working 12 hours between 3 jobs today. When I got upstairs, I spotted my shoes in the kitchen. I have no memory of picking them up from the living room at all.
It was a rough day. I almost vomited at the library. I felt so nauseous.... But the library job is going to rock. I get to close the library 4 days a week. I get to be escorted through all 4 floors by a Rent-a-Cop every night (they say it's not safe for me to be going to the various floors to lock up all alone....) and I get to make the closing announcement. How cool is that?
By the time I got to DQ, I was shaking. I felt awful.... After I stopped running around and did nothing but stir water into the butterscotch for a while, I stopped shaking and calmed down. Later, I went to the bathroom, and I swear, I used the last of the toilet paper and there were no paper towels. I told S. this and she went to look for some. After a minute, she came back and said, "MJ, both the toilet paper and the paper towels are completely full." I swear.... I used the last scrap of toilet paper and I turned the handle on the paper towel thing both ways and nothing happened. After a minute I said, "Shucks.... Maybe I was in the men's room...."
That's how strange my day was....
I worked at Commons too. Between the three jobs, I pretty much worked from 9:45 this morning until 9:45 tonight. Commons was boring. I almost died. I had only one check-in in the entire time I was there. I got paid $8 an hour to sit and crochet. I said something brilliant to my brother in a text message: "No one can altar God's will, but they can manipulate things to ultimately cause something less than God's will to happen." Yeah.... I typed it in and then I was like, "Dude, I think I said something really smart...."
It was a kind of difficult time at Commons. I felt so alone.... Kind of like I always felt when I lived on campus. Like everyone saw me but no one KNEW me and worse, no one even cared. Jess and a bunch of RAs were talking in the office and none of them even acknowledged that I was there. After they all left (and still didn't acknowledge that I was there), I cried. I'm not kidding. I think it was good that moved off campus when I did. It's not like it's a terrible place. It's just that this statement is very true of that place: There's no lonlier place than a big crowd in a city." You basically only have friends if you're Res. Life staff, an athlete, homecoming royalty or are part of the party scene. Everyone else is a loser. I pretty much hate it. It made me so sad....
~MJ
I woke up this morning and took a shower. Then I brushed my teeth. Apparently, somewhere in there, I went into the living room and grabbed my shoes and took them into the kitchen and put them on the floor. After brushing my teeth, I went to put my shoes on and I couldn't find them. I had to go downstairs and find another pair, which would have been extremely uncomfortable to wear since I was working 12 hours between 3 jobs today. When I got upstairs, I spotted my shoes in the kitchen. I have no memory of picking them up from the living room at all.
It was a rough day. I almost vomited at the library. I felt so nauseous.... But the library job is going to rock. I get to close the library 4 days a week. I get to be escorted through all 4 floors by a Rent-a-Cop every night (they say it's not safe for me to be going to the various floors to lock up all alone....) and I get to make the closing announcement. How cool is that?
By the time I got to DQ, I was shaking. I felt awful.... After I stopped running around and did nothing but stir water into the butterscotch for a while, I stopped shaking and calmed down. Later, I went to the bathroom, and I swear, I used the last of the toilet paper and there were no paper towels. I told S. this and she went to look for some. After a minute, she came back and said, "MJ, both the toilet paper and the paper towels are completely full." I swear.... I used the last scrap of toilet paper and I turned the handle on the paper towel thing both ways and nothing happened. After a minute I said, "Shucks.... Maybe I was in the men's room...."
That's how strange my day was....
I worked at Commons too. Between the three jobs, I pretty much worked from 9:45 this morning until 9:45 tonight. Commons was boring. I almost died. I had only one check-in in the entire time I was there. I got paid $8 an hour to sit and crochet. I said something brilliant to my brother in a text message: "No one can altar God's will, but they can manipulate things to ultimately cause something less than God's will to happen." Yeah.... I typed it in and then I was like, "Dude, I think I said something really smart...."
It was a kind of difficult time at Commons. I felt so alone.... Kind of like I always felt when I lived on campus. Like everyone saw me but no one KNEW me and worse, no one even cared. Jess and a bunch of RAs were talking in the office and none of them even acknowledged that I was there. After they all left (and still didn't acknowledge that I was there), I cried. I'm not kidding. I think it was good that moved off campus when I did. It's not like it's a terrible place. It's just that this statement is very true of that place: There's no lonlier place than a big crowd in a city." You basically only have friends if you're Res. Life staff, an athlete, homecoming royalty or are part of the party scene. Everyone else is a loser. I pretty much hate it. It made me so sad....
~MJ
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