Ah, my day.

I really didn't think my day could get all that much worse after I woke up, was annoyed, cranky, PMSing and then had to take a cab to work.

I was wrong.

( Work. )

( Work & JB. )

( Work, Part II. Or III, if you're picky. )

( Commuting home and Hattrick. )

And then I watched TV while writing this entry, but I watched more TV than I wrote, because I started this at like, 1am, and it's nearly 3, and it doesn't normally take me this long to write an entry of this length. Which I'm going to add cuts to, now, because ayoy, it was a lot longer than I thought it was going to be.

Soon: requested icons.

Later: bed.

Meh.

Dreading work today, for some reason. I don't quite know why. Maybe it's 'cause it's WORK?

I need to talk to HR to switch my available nights for at least September. ... shit. I need to talk to HR and tell them I can only work two nights a week starting next week.

This might not go over well. This might explan the dread.

The minimum I have to work is three nights a week. I am planning to have class:

Monday evenings, Wednesday evenings, Thursday evenings, Friday evenings.

That leaves Sundays and Tuesdays for work, as usual, but if I'm taking two 400-level classes and a LANGUAGE, I can't very well work all damn weekend.

I don't think this is going to go over well. Ah, well. Worst case, I give my notice, right? School is more important than a crappy-ass job, right?

Right.

Must get ready for work.