It's been a frustrating week here in Washington. To sum it all up, I'm worn out.
From last Friday through yesterday, I worked 53 hours (on the clock) in seven days, with one of those days (Saturday) off. Off the clock, I probably added another five or six hours. Add in driving time, and I've been doing something involving work for almost 70 hours in seven days.
The move went well. It was kind of fun to hang with the Ritz crew for a few days. It would have been better without a certain person there, but sometimes we don't get all the breaks. This week, though, I haven't gotten any really.
I've been yelled at by customers I don't know how many times this week. I've had three particularly nasty ones. The two I had on Wednesday pushed me over the threshold and I had to actually leave the sales floor to collect myself. That hasn't happened in six years. I know its part of working at a busier store in a decidedly richer area, but wow did it have to all hit the fan this week. I'm already exhausted by lack of sleep and overcommitment to my job. I'm glad Gabby, Julia, Justin, and Shana have been around to keep me laughing.
To add to the stress of the never-ending work week was a change in plans that means that Julie can't go to Kennywood with us on Sunday. That went over like a lead balloon with me and her, and it means we won't see each other for another week or so. As if I didn't have enough problems to worry about now I can add the stress of not seeing my girlfriend to the list.
Then, today I get a letter denying my insurance application (I'm too old to be on my parents' plan) because of my weight. They might has well have just said "You're too fat to have insurance." Nice... I've never felt so insulted by a company in my life. Now I had to go to my doctor's office to ask them to write a letter to the company saying that my weight is not a problem for my health. Watch them still decline me. I'm currently uninsured and have been that way since June 1st. What if something happens to me? Oh wait...they don't really care.
Then, as I'm leaving the doctor's office, I get in my car and it won't turn over. It won't even try. It's stuck under and overpass, dead as a doornail. Probably is the starter. I considered getting a new car until we found someone who will fix it and not charge too much for it. It's actually rather cheap and is lower than the payment on a new car, which was my criteria for getting it fixed. I guess I should have seen it coming...bad things come in threes. At least I'm at that limit. What else could go wrong?
I almost got killed the other night by some crazy guy speeding down a road near my house. He whizzed in front of me about five feet from my bumper and hit a phone pole with the back end of his car. I was so in shock that I didn't stop. I also was mildly pissed at the guy. Mom blames me for not stopping. She told me he got life-flighted. I'm sorry, but I'm still pissed off. Maybe it'd be nice to hear that I'm okay and that she's glad about that. Instead, all I've heard is berating for not stopping to see. I was past the guy when I heard his car hit and I saw another car stop in my rear-view mirror. Why should I stop too? I was nearly his victim. Without insurance on my body. My car would have been fine...guess I should take comfort in knowing that even though I'd be dead, my car would be paid for...
As if that's not enough, I've come to the realization that there are no schools in PA who seem interested in hiring me. So much supposedly going for me and I haven't even gotten a sniff of interest from any school. I'm expanding my search to Maryland and North Carolina. Hopefully that yields a job. If not I'll keep expanding until I have one. It's just frustrating. I've heard about so many supposed openings and haven't even been contacted. I feel left out. It's not helping me feel better this week. I can't ignore the feelings in the pit of my stomach...the disappointment... It's there. Hopefully working the search further from home will yield something in the way of satisfaction.
One thing's for sure. I'm never coming back to PA. This state ticks me off in many ways. I also want to be away from home for good. I'm tired of my house and living with my parents. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but I've never been comfortable at home since I moved back from being at school full time. I liked that autonomy. I want it back. I'm going to get it back by getting my job.
First, though, I have to get the car fixed tomorrow. At least its inexpensive. It just passed inspection, so I know its sound otherwise. The starter has been iffy for awhile anyway. I should have seen it coming to this point. Just wish it had happened another week...any...other...week.
I'm off until Wednesday morning at 10am. I'm looking forward to the time off. It should give me a chance to relax and collect myself a little bit. I've been making a ton of money, but I'm going to have to start taking more time off to go to interviews out of state and then start looking for places to live once I get a job. I've also just got to take more time off for myself and to do things I want to do. I knew this week was going to happen. The move made it necessary. Now that we are settled, though, I'm going back to my regular hours. I'm going to take a day off every week just to break things up (otherwise I tend to work in big streaks) and a few days off to see a Pirates game or two, go see Julie, just sleep in and relax, and go take pictures (haven't done that for a few months...).
I hate feeling as defeated as I do right now and the lack of sleep combining with it along with the frustrations of work and Kennywood just makes me snap and be quick to anger, which I don't want to be.
I'm off to bed...up early to get the car fixed and then home to spend the rest of my now wasted weekend doing nothing close to the fun I was hoping to have. Guess I'll just hold on for the next chance and try to make it all happen...
I know I'll be fine in the end...I just need to start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel because its pretty dark and lonely in here.
: )
Nick D