Submitted by Tarix Conny on Sun, 10/13/2002 - 13:16
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Talking to someone i found out that even though i may think i am having an extremely stressful time currently in my highschool, this is probably not even a single percentage of what i'll have to face in that harsh real world. And i believe this.
The reason why i posted this thread was to tell everyone that i have finally handed in my UCAS application form (which i had to prepare in two weeks for early applications!), and right now i am taking a sigh of relief until two weeks when i'll have to start worrying about my other applications and SAT's!
I just wanted to hope that everyone out there will pray that i can get into the universities i have applied to and survive this very stressful year!
Thank you!
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My stressful time...pls pray for me!
Ok. I wanna whine.
It's "the Holidays" and I am running pillar to post. At work at 8:00. We've got deadlines all over the place that must be met. It's now 6:27 and I'm still here, posting on the down low. Then I go off to Angelica Rehearsal. (We're working on a piece that Sid sent me.) Then back to work for another hour or so. Then home to check LABN for a hot second and then fall face first into my pillow snoring and drooling to get up and do it again.
My sister hasn't called me; she hasn't really paid attention to me since her first marriage. My mother calls but impresses upon me all the things I'm NOT doing right. My friend Claudette and her husband are adopting me for yet ANOTHER Christmas and New Year's so once again I feel like a lox. My boss called me his LAST secretary's name today. I can't fit into my size 10 leather pants.
Thank God I have the Wellbutrin and batteries.
These are not things I would ever express to anyone and I don't think it's really that serious.
Whine over. Thanks for your indulgence LABNers.
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sorry if this sounds like a dumb question but what's a wellbutrin? and look on the bright side sherl, at least u have it, whatever it is? and u've got us to whine to, we'll listen all u want. (or i will anyway!) *pats pats*
things kind of suck today on my side of earth as well.
1) i just went for a job interview and they've made me the crappiest offer i've ever had. not only was the salary figure disgustingly low, the stupid managing director called me RACHEL, then GABRIEL... never got my damn name right. :roll:
2) i got yelled at by this grouchy taxi driver because i didn't have anything smaller than a $50 note when i tried to pay him his fare.
3) with my last day of work pending, (next friday! yay!) my current bosses are treating me with utmost suspicion, as if i'm going to disappear with all the office files and furniture if they leave me alone for 3 minutes...
4) i just found out that i have to work on christmas eve AND that we're not getting our year-end bonus this year... because "the company hasn't done as well as expected". *makes a face* :evil:
5) my boyfriend might now have to stay in melbourne over the christmas and nye period, instead of coming back the day after tomorrow, as planned. :cry:
6) i'm down with this crappy cold... my nose is either dripping like a leaky faucet or blocked and stuffy. my face is blotchy, my eyes are watery and my makeup keeps running. NOT good when i've got another interview later this evening.
My stressful time...pls pray for me!
April, my love --
Thanks for your commiseration.
I like that "my side of the earth" thing. Good to know things are crappy hemisphere-wide. Misery loves company and all that.
Sticking around a job, especially if they know you'd rather be anywhere else, is hard. A couple of jobs ago, after working for the psychotic evil boss-monster from hell for 6 years, I'd had enough of his belittlement and disrespect and I got my purse and my keys and went home, never to return again. That's the beauty of no kids, no house note, no ex-husbands. It gives you a lovely "fuck you, pal" glow.
Wellbutrin is an anti-depressant that helps me to not smoke. A pleasant side effect (or actual effect) is keeping me on a much more even keel.
Sorry about your beau. Sorry about the cabbie. Sorry about the paltry offer. Sorry about your cold. Sorry about your make-up. Thank God you've got some smarts.
I suspect if you let your life-light shine, then you may find the job you're right for, not the one they let you have.
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sherl - :) i wish i could do that... adopt a "fuck you, pal" attitude and just waltz out... unfortunately, even though i've got no kids, no ex-husbands and no mortgage to worry about, my contract states that i have to give a month's notice when i tender my resignation or i'm liable for legal action. *mutters*
i think you've got an amazing amount of patience. if your ex-boss was as big a monster as u said, then i applaud your ability to tolerate him for six years. any idea what happened to him after you left? *grin* i know this is ultimately evil but i'm hoping i'll be able to see my current bosses go nuts after i leave, when they have to handle all the shit i've been handling for them these past 15 months. *smirks*
and thanks for your words of encouragement regarding my job hunt. i've been getting this jittery feeling of dread recently... paranoia about not being able find employment again with this economic slump. if that really comes to pass... anyone looking for a live-in maid? :P
My stressful time...pls pray for me!
guys, i i i...i um...i...well, i just...i -rejected=LSE
My stressful time...pls pray for me!
April, we can use a live-in maid.
My stressful time...pls pray for me!
As Alice and any other of my close friends will know, about a month ago, I came into school crying. This is very unlike me as I am not a big 'weepy-for-no-apparent-reaoson-person'. The reason I was crying is because the daughter of a family we know had cancer. After developing Hodgekinsons, at eighteen years old, Claire had Cancer of the Bones.
I spent I good Half-hour crying with my mum about this the evening I found out. Then next morning I started again in school because I kept thinking about how it must feel to get to eighteen and know you are never going to get any further.
Yesterday night after spending Christmas down at My Gran's and ahaving a wonderful time, my Mum informed me she had an e-mail telling her that Claire had died on Christmas day. Hher body couldn't handle a chest infection after her last kiemo round. I was crying again. I'm not even her family. I can't imagine how strong they have to be.
I keep on telling myself that nature always has the last word and that everything happens for a reason. That humans shuoldn't have power over life and death. But its so unfair. I don't think anyone should have to power to deal out life and death punishment, but Claire was eighteen. She had her whole life ahead of her, and some horrible people live on. This tradgedy could not have been inflicted on a nicer family. Eighteen years was all she had on this earth. I'm still telling myself that just because she left this world, does not mean that she had ended.
It just makes you greatful for what you have.
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We're all pretty damn lucky. Just the string of events that allowed us to be born as us is inconceivable. The Idea is an amazing thing.
You're right. Life ain't fair. It aint fair because fairness requires rules and not breaking those rules. There are no rules to begin with. No rule exists, other than two animals copulating, to say any one of us should have come into this world. Despite what others will lead you to believe, we're not God's special children. None of us have the right to live. A right is something that is given to you. Other than the right to excecute you, no being yet weilds the power over life. Living is an accidental privelege. We're just damn lucky to be here, and too many of us fall along the wayside.
Hannah, I'm sorry to hear about Claire. I wish it weren't so. I wish wishes could come true.
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However, one Christmas miracle came this year. I found my glasses.
I'd set them on the bannister and got ready for work. Bishop, one of our cats, knocked it onto the stairs. It sat on the steps for a week! No one stepped on it. Can you belive the happenstance?
I'm very lucky. I'm so in debt right now, I couldn't afford another pair. I spent all my money on Karie's daughter's Christmas presents.
Next to her stocking was the cutest little Guinea Pig you ever did see. I made it a little box house with a Flinstones round door and wallpaper and a little sign outside that said Home Sweet Home. (Hehe. It gets to breed with my piggies when she's old enough.)
I even wrote a letter from Santa, as I do every year, to Lakeia. But the kid never reads them. *sigh* I think I try to hard. :)
Bye, all!