Thank goodness for AARP

It is Thursday night at 8:30. Where am I, might you ask?

Well, I am at work.



Please note my vernacular for distinguishing between my two jobs...
my job teaching is refered to as "school"... even though some complain that I learn nothing there, and so it should not be called school.
my job at the hospital is called "work".


So after spending all day at school, I am now at work.

Let's not forget to mention that I was at class last night. Class happens to be the grad class I am taking for my masters. Should I call that school? Perhaps. But I dont. Deal with it.



So I thought I would pick up a few extra hours here and there to fund my "move the heck out of your parent's house for heavens-sake you are turning 26 in a month" pot.

What a stupid idea.

I signed up today to work from 3 to 10... thinking all day about how tired I was from being out late at class and working really hard at school today. (Did you follow?)

So I get here to work, hoping to prehaps shorten the short shirt and stay only til 7. Yet, as I said, it is 8:30, and I have not left. Turns out because I signed up to work tonight, someone ELSE felt like it was okay for them to take off.


Although I really have no right to be mad, I kind of am. I really do not want to stay to 10, that was just ambitious.

Then, when I walk in, turns out there are 4 of us... and I MIGHT be able to leave at 10.... IF we are not busy.


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So that being said, I am woefully underprepared for work, having no magazine or book. I did some schoolwork, but grading gets boring quick.


In the end, a big thank you goes out to AARP.org.... whose games (crossword, sudoku) I can reach PAST the heinous filter that we have here at work. The hospital basically blocks anything that might be considered fun..... but AARP manages to get around it. I love you, AARP.






BTW, I might not be going to Australia.

If it turns out that I am not, you will hear about it, dont you worry.