I hate this night schedule. I work from 3 to 11 this entire week. By the time I get home, I'm wired and can't fall asleep so I don't... and end up REALLY late watching senseless tv while paying bills or surfing the net. This job will have the death of me.
The commute isn't so bad: I carpool with my buddy Dan (whom apparently we discovered we attended the same JHS and HS: never once meeting or becoming friends.) I guess there's a reason for meeting now: I needed a carpool buddy. hahahaha
Work is killing me. I do the same shit everyday and I get stressed out for no reason. Random controllers will ask me questions and I feel if I don't know it, I'm a major loser. The other developmentals (ie: bottom feeders like me) tell me that I have time to learn since radar training doesn't start until January of next year.
That's all fine and dandy but I wish it would SINK IN already so I don't sound like a complete idiot when questioned! I feel like no amount of studying can get me to that level. My other 3 classmates (esp. TIM) seem to have it right away and they all LOVE him. Sucks that I'm the only asian chick in my area. There's only a few asians at ZNY... so we're easily spotted.
Haven't done anything as far as planning my wedding. Too busy planning and attending baby showers and weddings. I'm flat broke getting gifts for them. Guess it didn't help that I treated myself to $$$ makeup. I figured at this day and age, I should stop using cheapshit makeup. It doesn't last long and makes me break out.
I will feel peace again when I can curl up with a book next to my man. I only see him on my "weekends" which are consecutive days during the week. It really sucks cuz everyone's at work and I'm just hanging around until people get out of work. By the time that rolls around, I've wasted the entire day staring at the boobtube and doing nothing... when I should REALLY be studying.... *sigh* I need motivation... among other things...
Ok, U2 is really bugging me right now. Theyr'e on Conan and I'm too darn lazy to change the channel. Gone are the days where I can lounge around, wake up at a reasonable hour (and not at 4:30am) and go to work in the city. Now I get feelings of dread whenever Exit 53 rolls around. By the time I exit (exit 59), I'm depressed and the day drags. I gotta get over this if I plan to do this for the next 25 years. Ugh. Just thinking about it makes me sick.
I hear it gets better once we start radar training. But I Just recently learned that if we don't make the grade in radar school, we're out on our ear. All that for nothing. Well, not going to put the cart in front of the horse. I'm hoping the remnants of my brain will start firing and I'll understand what the hell I'm doing...
Need more ginko.
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