6am my clock goes off, I groan and add 15 more minutes. Then 15 minutes later get up and get ready for work. I have 1 cup of cereal and sometimes a banana. Then I take the next 35-40 minutes biking to work, down a gigantic hill and up a hill, cause that's what this town is made of, hills. I get to work feeling tired but good. I put a sweater over my tank to make me look more professional as I enter the building, and usually swap my sneakers for dress shoes. I change in the building.
I go to my office and turn the computer on. For the next 8 hours I stare at the computer screen and work away without taking a break, not even for lunch. The only breaks I take are to go to the bathroom. My lunch I snack on throughout the day slowly.
My office is quiet, there's only one other person on my floor. No music, no interruptions. Just the sound of typing, clicking, and the highway. Maybe the occasional phone call.
End of the work day, my eyes hurt, they're red. I want to get home early though. That's why I didn't take a break.
I get home, I sit for a bit. The hill I have to bike up, hurts me a bit. I'm losing weight, but my butt is gaining muscle. My pants are tighter.
About 15 minutes later I get up to make dinner, it's close to 5. I eat, then do the dishes. I watch doctor Oz while doing 2 sets of 25 reps for different ab exercises. Show is over, I open my textbook to study till it's bedtime. I take a shower. Call the bf on skype to talk for maybe 5 minutes. Then pass out...
Next day, repeat. 40 hours a week. Mondays I take an exercise class. On the weekends, my bf comes to visit. I'm exhausted, but I don't want to sit on the couch all weekend. It would kind of defeat the purpose of him coming to visit. So, we do something, visit people, go for a run, go to the mall. Sunday comes around...I'm exhausted. The week has exhausted me, and the weekend depleted what I have left.
I feel I have the energy to do nothing. I haven't crafted in ages, or read a book, or done much of the other things I love to do.
Recently found out my grandma has breast cancer. My grandma is talking positively. My dad sounds like he's preparing for a funeral in his mind. My uncle has a brain tumour we found out about two years ago, they gave him 2-5 years. This summer he had a major seizure and freaked us all out.
At work, I'm often told that what I'm doing isn't done the right way. They said next time they'll hire someone from 4th year...I just finished second. They thought I would know alot more at this stage. So everything I'm doing I have to learn and research as I go. It's disheartening. I love the job though, it's fun to learn about all this stuff. Just the reactions are kinda....bleh.
I don't see enough of my friends, I feel distanced from my father, and again friends. And I need to get this psych course done by the end of the summer, or it's a domino effect and I might not get the second degree I've been aiming for. It's a prereq for another course, and it's something I really want to do. I've mapped out a schedule, but I'm not getting through the material fast enough...
I go to my office and turn the computer on. For the next 8 hours I stare at the computer screen and work away without taking a break, not even for lunch. The only breaks I take are to go to the bathroom. My lunch I snack on throughout the day slowly.
My office is quiet, there's only one other person on my floor. No music, no interruptions. Just the sound of typing, clicking, and the highway. Maybe the occasional phone call.
End of the work day, my eyes hurt, they're red. I want to get home early though. That's why I didn't take a break.
I get home, I sit for a bit. The hill I have to bike up, hurts me a bit. I'm losing weight, but my butt is gaining muscle. My pants are tighter.
About 15 minutes later I get up to make dinner, it's close to 5. I eat, then do the dishes. I watch doctor Oz while doing 2 sets of 25 reps for different ab exercises. Show is over, I open my textbook to study till it's bedtime. I take a shower. Call the bf on skype to talk for maybe 5 minutes. Then pass out...
Next day, repeat. 40 hours a week. Mondays I take an exercise class. On the weekends, my bf comes to visit. I'm exhausted, but I don't want to sit on the couch all weekend. It would kind of defeat the purpose of him coming to visit. So, we do something, visit people, go for a run, go to the mall. Sunday comes around...I'm exhausted. The week has exhausted me, and the weekend depleted what I have left.
I feel I have the energy to do nothing. I haven't crafted in ages, or read a book, or done much of the other things I love to do.
Recently found out my grandma has breast cancer. My grandma is talking positively. My dad sounds like he's preparing for a funeral in his mind. My uncle has a brain tumour we found out about two years ago, they gave him 2-5 years. This summer he had a major seizure and freaked us all out.
At work, I'm often told that what I'm doing isn't done the right way. They said next time they'll hire someone from 4th year...I just finished second. They thought I would know alot more at this stage. So everything I'm doing I have to learn and research as I go. It's disheartening. I love the job though, it's fun to learn about all this stuff. Just the reactions are kinda....bleh.
I don't see enough of my friends, I feel distanced from my father, and again friends. And I need to get this psych course done by the end of the summer, or it's a domino effect and I might not get the second degree I've been aiming for. It's a prereq for another course, and it's something I really want to do. I've mapped out a schedule, but I'm not getting through the material fast enough...
