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would you lay here for awhile?
Jul. 24th, 2004 04:09 amI'm so tired. I want to go to bed, but I can't stop listening to this CD.
Today was craptacular. I hate both of my jobs, I hate being treated like a child who can't be trusted to do something simple. I hate being accused of lying. They accused me of fudging my timesheet, of saying I worked more than I did.
I'm gonna finish out the month, wait until I'm properly moved into my apartment, and then I think I'm done with the Admissions Department of McDaniel College. I can't take their fakeness. I can't take the accusations and the way I'm treated. I shouldn't have to. It's really not worth the money. And I'm so sick of being charming and trying to sell my school to prospectives. Lately I've felt like I've been defending it.
We're under-enrolled for next semester. That's something they don't want everyone to know. I'll tell you who's fault it is. Those stupid obnoxious admissions ladies who spend more time harping on their student workers than actually trying to recruit students who can fill out an Enrolled Student Questionaire properly. Cause I've been inputting data on those, and I swear these people can't read or follow directions. And it pisses me off because these idiots are attending my college right now. And it was those stupid women that let them in.
Grar. I hate my job.
And the kid isn't much better. He's mean and he pouts if he doesn't get his way, and he hits and kicks and punches and snatches and throws things all over the floor. Arrrrrrgh.
Christina came over and we watched stuff and it was much better. And now I need rest. My almost 7-year-old sister's birthday part is tomorrow. So while you all are off enjoying your Saturdays, think of me at Chuck E. Cheese's, surrounded by little children and singing puppets.
Bed. If I can manage to turn this CD off.
Today was craptacular. I hate both of my jobs, I hate being treated like a child who can't be trusted to do something simple. I hate being accused of lying. They accused me of fudging my timesheet, of saying I worked more than I did.
I'm gonna finish out the month, wait until I'm properly moved into my apartment, and then I think I'm done with the Admissions Department of McDaniel College. I can't take their fakeness. I can't take the accusations and the way I'm treated. I shouldn't have to. It's really not worth the money. And I'm so sick of being charming and trying to sell my school to prospectives. Lately I've felt like I've been defending it.
We're under-enrolled for next semester. That's something they don't want everyone to know. I'll tell you who's fault it is. Those stupid obnoxious admissions ladies who spend more time harping on their student workers than actually trying to recruit students who can fill out an Enrolled Student Questionaire properly. Cause I've been inputting data on those, and I swear these people can't read or follow directions. And it pisses me off because these idiots are attending my college right now. And it was those stupid women that let them in.
Grar. I hate my job.
And the kid isn't much better. He's mean and he pouts if he doesn't get his way, and he hits and kicks and punches and snatches and throws things all over the floor. Arrrrrrgh.
Christina came over and we watched stuff and it was much better. And now I need rest. My almost 7-year-old sister's birthday part is tomorrow. So while you all are off enjoying your Saturdays, think of me at Chuck E. Cheese's, surrounded by little children and singing puppets.
Bed. If I can manage to turn this CD off.
