right, then. the class is
right, then.
the class is over and im dreading going back to work. i mean, they really expect me to be there at or, get this, before 8am.
i wont be able to sleep until 8.20, jump from the bed, encourage the dog to eat as fast as i can pee, and race to work.
ohhh no.
i will be forced to be out of bed by 7.40 (if i am to really be there on time that is when i ought to leave the apartment - but i digress), encouraging the dog to eat as fast as i can pee, and then, then, battle all of those annoying cars on the road.
ill be expected to make hot water -- sweep the walkway of snow that im sure hasnt been swept/shovelled since i started class last wednesday -- make director-esque decisions as my supervisor is most likely out of town for a few weeks -- interact with people whom i dont much identify (though with whom i do enjoy working).
thats a lot to expect from just one girl. a girl who just doesnt want to.
maybe ill call in sick.
