Ugh... I hate my life
Mar. 20th, 2006 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mighty_aphroditeGrad school applications are a bitch. I now have 26 days in which to make a decision that is going to affect the rest of my career (especially the next three to five years of it) and I still do not have admissions decisions from Texas, Penn, or OSU. It's friggin' aggravating. And when I tried to call the grad coordinators at each of these schools, none of them were inthe office this morning, and one was even out of town. I don't know when they are planning on getting back to me, it could take forever. And the stupid online app-check systems lag several weeks behind actual decisions- meaning that if I left it up to their online system, I could potentially not know if I'm admitted until the week of the deadline. Life-changing decisions made in an instant... gotta love it.
On top of all that, i still have no job to pay my bills when I leave HyVee for the last time on Sunday. I have had two interviews which I thought went well, but I also have a number of other applications out that I still haven't been called on. I hate that. I got nothing done over break except four-ish pages of thesis which are largely a cut-and-paste of the character histories I did at the beginning of last semester. I am weeks behind on my reading for Berman's class, I have two papers due on Thursday for Heineman's class, and I'm holding my own in Greek and Latin by sheer desperation.
In other words, I am friggin' stressed out, despite good morning sex this morning, during which I was quite frankly too stressed out for it to do me any good whatsoever. On top of it all, mOld is rampant out doors making me an allergic mess and I am bloated and premenstrual, therefore being utterly hostile against the workd and everythihng in it, and I have to be at work in fifteen minutes, which does nothing for my mood at all- this is the job that makes me want to take a paring knife to vital parts of my anatomy.
I want a life... and some security... and stability... and some friggin' Prozac.
On top of all that, i still have no job to pay my bills when I leave HyVee for the last time on Sunday. I have had two interviews which I thought went well, but I also have a number of other applications out that I still haven't been called on. I hate that. I got nothing done over break except four-ish pages of thesis which are largely a cut-and-paste of the character histories I did at the beginning of last semester. I am weeks behind on my reading for Berman's class, I have two papers due on Thursday for Heineman's class, and I'm holding my own in Greek and Latin by sheer desperation.
In other words, I am friggin' stressed out, despite good morning sex this morning, during which I was quite frankly too stressed out for it to do me any good whatsoever. On top of it all, mOld is rampant out doors making me an allergic mess and I am bloated and premenstrual, therefore being utterly hostile against the workd and everythihng in it, and I have to be at work in fifteen minutes, which does nothing for my mood at all- this is the job that makes me want to take a paring knife to vital parts of my anatomy.
I want a life... and some security... and stability... and some friggin' Prozac.
