I make decent money. I work about 25-30 hours per week serving. I make decent tips, and obviously I leave work with a bunch of cash on me. I feel like the richest woman on the planet after a good weekend of work. However, I am not. Obviously. I have loan payments, car payments, rent, gas and food to buy, and I also need to fuel my clothing addiction once a week or two. Everything costs so damn much, and I am supposed to be a smart, frugal college student. I am the OPPOSITE. I make it rain because at the moment I can. Even though my stupid self knows I need to be saving up for more important things. This is hard when I feel responsible one minute, and then quickly transition into Ms. Treat-yo-self. Any good tips or suggestions to curb my addiction of making my self poor???? Please, send help.
It is only Monday. So, thy very first fricken day of finals week. Wanna know what I did all day? Probably not. But, hey, I am going to tell you anyway. Procrastinated. I woke up late because I was super tired from work all weekend. I did work on my project, for about 20 minutes. Then, I showered and had to go to class. Sorry, I don’t know why I am giving you a play-by-play of my life. Well, I did work on my project again. Maybe I didn’t really procrastinate. It just feels like I did because I still have SO MUCH STUFF to accomplish in the next couple days. Why????? WHY. I just want to drive up north, wear sweatpants for three weeks, drink hot tea, and watch TV. Is that too much to ask? Good thing I signed up for winter classes. What the hell was I thinking? Oh yeah, I am smart and responsible, so I had to take advantage of free credits. Still, I am allowing myself to complain about it for a quick minute because this is my blog, and I make the rules.
Ahhh, yes. The pretty white snow. Beautiful Christmas lights everywhere. Cheer and positivity everywhere you go. Yeah, I fricken wish. More like, two 20 page papers, a huge project, and 35 finals in a week(which seems impossible considering I am in 4 classes?? idk). Finals week. The longest five days ever. The five days that separate you from heaven and hell. Not much to say other than that, I guess I should probably go study now. Key word is SHOULD. I am about to crawl into bed for the next 12 hours. Wish me luck everyone. And bless the souls of all the millions of students out there, you’re in my thoughts. Adios.
Honestly, I do not mind my job. I enjoy the people I work with. I enjoy serving, and I think I am good at it. However, it is finals week next week. I have everything under the fricken sun to try and accomplish in a small amount of time. My boss wants me to shove 40 hours of work in per week, and I want to not strangle my GPA. How do I do both? Anybody know? Looking for serious suggestions, please don’t tell me to get off my computer. I MUST write this blog entry, I do it for you guys. My loyal 1 million followers that hope that every time their phone dings its a notification saying I just posted a blog. Kidding. Obviously. But for real, I do need this small time each day to get out my thoughts so I don’t drive myself insane. I should probably start talking more about college jobs, right? I feel like I really catfished y’all into reading this. Sorry, my tweak. Well, I am caught in a difficult position because I am a certified PEOPLE PLEASER. I literally do not know how to stand up for myself and say no. I always want to help, I always want to please my boss, and I am always down to make extra money. I know I am a good employee, but sometimes I feel a little taken advantage of. I am student before anything else, and I really need some advice on how to properly communicate that without risking getting taken off the schedule completely. Help? Thanks internet. Love you guys.
In high school, group projects were my jam. Who doesn’t love doing a fraction of the work? Well, my high school was tiny and I knew all of my classmates, their birthdays, their pets, and probably even a social security number or two, kidding. I don’t want to get arrested for identity theft. Either way, the point is that I knew everyone and they knew me. We would all work on the project and get it done. Nobody wanted to risk us talking crap to our parents about a lazy group member because it might get back to THEIR parents. High school group projects were fun. And easy. In college? Yeah right. Normally, I love working with other people. I consider myself to be a great team player. However, for some reason these “teams” didn’t think they had to participate. This semester I was cursed with being in two different classes that assign a lot of group projects. Initially, I was like, “Hell yeah, less work”. Wrong. That would only happen if everyone actually worked on the assignment. In one class, we had a group of five. Each project, about two or three of us even bothered opening the document to work. Half of our group just brushed it off like it was an option. They’re like, “Nah, I am actually super busy doing other stuff, so I can’t help. But I will put my name on it so I get an A”. Cool. I am the type of person that has to turn in something that is done well, so I bear the burden of making sure the project is perfect. It physically pains me when I try to rack my brain about how COLLEGE students think they can fly by with just NOT participating on projects? If they think I didn’t whine to the professor and demand we do group evaluations, they would be wrong. And I am not sorry about it. People need to be held accountable. Honestly, I will do the WHOLE project myself, and it won’t bother me. However, they need to get a big, fat zero. Sorry, not sorry.
Well, to all of you millions of readers out there that I know for a fact are going to read this super popular WordPress blog and get immediately inspired to cut all your hair off, become vegan, or get a passport to travel the world, hello. It is nice to meet you. I would introduce myself, but I think we both know that really defeats the purpose of anonymously ranting about my problems on the internet. I’m super new to this scene, so if anyone out there reads this besides me in the next twenty years, step off. I’m trying. Anyway, I think this will be a good outlet for me, at least maybe when it stops feeling like I am talking to myself. Today, December 6, 2018, is an iconic day. The internet gets to bare witness to my extremely mediocre life experiences and problems. Mark it on your calendars, folks. You’re in for a bumpy ride.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton