…but instead I’m writing about how tired I am.
Day 2 was a little less hectic than Day 1. I started at the child care center at 9:30 and played with/yelled at/cleaned up after a group of 3-5 year olds until 12:30. From there I paid off my parking violation from the winter session (who knew that lot wasn’t open during off-session? Certainly not me!) and headed to Commack for a 2-7:30 shift. Looking for something to spend a half an hour reading to calm my mind, I realized I wasn’t in possession of my February book club book. When I checked out the Lindenhurst Memorial Library website, it stated that the library would be open until 9…so yeah, I went. But my library card had expired in 11/09 so I had to get a new, with-the-times, high-tech, snazzy card, which has my picture on it. When I was offered the keychain card at no charge, I just couldn’t say no. So now my dorky library card sits with my accounts to CVS, Bob’s Stores, Petco, and every supermarket in the Tri-State area. But I digress. When I returned home I was so exhausted from Day 1 + Day 2 that I passed out by 10, having read all of four pages of the book.
Day 3 only slightly kicked my butt. I took notes in the class I’m T.A.-ing from 9:30-10:30 and then met up with some of the other T.A.s to discuss our T.A. duties and the ever-popular “how to use the big commercial copy machine.” I ran straight from there to work at 11, where I stayed busy until the boss’s daughter grabbed me by the heart and got me to play with her for an hour and a half (time I should have been reading my new 770 paged library book). I ran back to school at 5:30 for a post-test training meeting, wherein I learned how to walk participants of a sleep deprivation study through the second half of their testing. And by “learned how” I mean “went through the tests myself” to get a full picture of how it’s all done.
I think that ended somewhere near 7:30, so I grabbed a cup or two of pasta salad from school and headed home. I spent that night from 9-10:30 watching the President address Congress, which was a waste of an hour and a half because it was mostly redundant Obama-speak. At 10:30 I filled out and drew up an essay for an application to Adelphi’s M.A. program in Mental Health Counseling in the fall. I also put together a list of all of my former addresses, which will be required by the State of NY because I’m working with children…not that I didn’t fill out the exact same form three weeks ago for the Office of Mental Health when I attended orientation for South Oaks. Oh well, at least it’s now saved as a Word doc!
By the time I was done with all of the above, I lay down to read some of the aformntioned book club book, Drood, but I fell asleep a few more pages in. From what I can tell though, I like Dan Simmons’ style. He writes somewhat similar to how I write (throwing in little parenthetical side notes entirely too often). For many I can only imagine that gets annoying, but for me–attention-grabbing! Now if I could only read it without exhaustion overtaking me!
Today seemed like another wuzzle (CTBS Test Word!!!! “wuzzle” means “to mix” for those of you that don’t remember the example that was drilled into our heads at that tender age) of a thousand different things. I played with the kiddies again from 9:30-12:30, and let me tell you that is draining. I like it–even the handfuls are unique and special kids–but I’m amazed at how unprepared my body was for this experience. At 12:30 I raced over to campus to find out that the post office is only open on M/W/F, the Parking Services Department has nothing to do with meters eating peoples’ money (you have to call a number to file a complaint to be ignored for that), and the University Counseling Center probably can’t accommodate my horrendous limited availability schedule, but will try. I do, however, get 10 sessions of mental health counseling, which I am more than happy to take if they can squeeze me in every other week. I’d welcome as much support as possible, especially considering it doesn’t particularly feel like my family is there for me.
Soooooo after all of that, I went to the Commack office to turn off for 30 minutes before having to jump into work mode for five and a half hours. Today everyone decided to tell me their insurance had changed (on 1/1/10, mind you) and I also have five evaluations over the next three days that the office is completely unprepared for. I blame the system for this one, though. The “new evaluation” system is utter shit at my job. If I had any time at all to spend on it, I would try to come up with a better system. But alas–they are doomed to repeat unnecessary mistakes.
So after I took a beating at work, I came home to bills in the mail, a pile of laundry and a dirty litterbox. I started the laundry and had some soup, at least, but now I’ve still a few items left on the to-do list that I have very little energy to do. But I must, because the week doesn’t end here. Thursday is my new Wednesday. Tomorrow I have class, work, kiddie time and a night of homework, then Saturday will be the first day of volunteer work in the therapeutic rehabilitation department at South Oaks Hospital. When I get home from that, I have to pack up and head to my father’s, play with my little brother, do more homework, and then get up in time for 12pm book club. I’ll get back to my comfy, cozy room around 4pm on Sunday, at which point I will have to write a 5-6 page essay for class on Monday.
See what I mean? T.I.R.E.D.