After tossing and turning for hours last night I made the decision to drop the class I am currently taking and take these next classless 3 week to assess where I am at and then join up with my group at the next class. I hope to take the next 4 classes with my group but I will have to make up this class and a speech class after the first of the year. That pushes my graduation back to December 2007. Maybe Spring…but 2007 for sure.
I just couldn’t finish this class. It’s weird because it’s a subject I like and am deeply interested in but I couldn’t get my butt in gear to get the work done. I would start and delete and start and delete. Or worse yet, just stare at a blank screen. I was behind in my projects and nowhere near ready for class tonight. I don’t know what happened. I used to look forward to class every Monday night. Now I’ve been dreading them. I haven’t been using time wisely in preparing for class either. I’ve been slacking and my grades show it. I am not proud of my work and I need to get back to a place where the school work is important and done in a timely and excellent manner. How do I get back there? I don’t know. I’m hope 3 weeks off does the trick. I am not happy about this latest turn of events or in my part in them, but boy did I feel some relief when I finally made the decision. It was sweet.
Bob has been working hard at the gas station. Not only did their regular nightly cashier die unexpectedly but they fired the newest guy hired due to his pilferage and lying. But the boss told Bob that while they are happy to have him fill in, he doesn’t want him working 10 hour days 5-7 days a week. He said they would cover the schedule so if he had to work, his shift would only be 5 or 6 hours. He really likes Bob and wants him to stay as healthy as possible for as long as possible. Bob has been feeling really good since he’s been getting some hours and bringing home a paycheck.
Speaking of paychecks, I have had 4 requests for interviews today. I am scared to reply. I am scared to stay. My fear is immobilizing me from changing anything. Arg! Part of the problem is that these interviewers want to meet me during the work day downtown or further. I can’t take off of work to interview. I hate being sneaky. Bah. There is one possibility in a suburb next door that might work over a lunch hour. Although their position involves some sales and I am not sure I am cut out for that. Of course the jobs I REALLY want are not calling me. Maybe I will just keep my eyes open and will only apply for the jobs I REALLY want.