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Rant
Well, today was sigularly unproductive.
I made a list of things to do and got a good deal of them done. I felt so responsible. I'd made plans for how I was going to spend my time tomorrow shopping in the thrift stores for a jacket and a costume for the DoubleStar (Bryn Mawr and Haverford'sscience fiction club) Masquerade ball, how I was going to get my scanner fixed or go shopping for a new one since I spent part of today pricing them on the internet, how good that new haircut and color was going to be. I even called about 10 local haircut places to get the best price, and thought how it would be nice to send my parents and Arc a picture afterwards.
So I felt pretty good when my friends showed up and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner with them, at one of the best pizza places to which I have ever been (despite what the review says). I thought about it, decided that I could spare ten bucks, and went to the ATM to withdraw some money.
Where I found that not only was it usless to think about going to eat, but also to wreck the rest of the plans I'd made for my time here.
Part of it's my fault - the last time I balanced my checkbook I made a note to myself that I should start subtracting from one number, and not the other, and did't subtract from the correct number. That can easily be fixed.
Part of it - and this is the part I'm really upset at - was out of my control. I've been working for 4 weeks for the Visual Resources Center here. This should theoretically mean that I've already gotten one paycheck and am waiting for the next any day now, since they pay biweekly. Instead, the billing department of the College screwed up. The Visual Resources people, who are great, sent in my forms in time - indeed, the paychecks of all the other people whose forms they sent in, some of them sent in later than mine, were processed fine. But I got my timecard back saying I'd get the money for the last two weeks in my next paycheck.
This'd be great - a big honking paycheck - if the campus center was actually open so I could check my mail. But it's not. I get to wait until this weekend, or maybe even Monday, when school will start up again and I won't have time to go shopping, or to go to the hairdresser's and sit for two hours, and when my friends won't have time to color my hair. I can't even mail Jen her birthday present.
I don't like work: or rather I like to work, if I feel it's worthwhile. I don't like the necessity of having money to be able to do anything, and I really hate the idea of having to work just to make money. I hope I never fall into that trap. So far I've been pretty lucky. The job I have now I love, and the jobs I did over the summer I also loved.
But what good was working at those? I just got set upon by my parents when I was working my butt off to find a new job. And here when I have a job I've got to wait around for someone to process a form. Argh.
And when I don't have "real" work I've got school work, which in my opinion is the real work. I don't see why people who are on financial aid should be forced to work the equivalent of two jobs while the people who can pay their way through college get only the school work and get eight more hours or so of spare time in their week to boot. I think it's not only unfair, but counterproductive.
So I'm sitting here eating a bologna and cheese sandwich and wishing that I hadn't overcooked my frozen peas, which are all shrivelled now. And the remaining people in the hall are going out to different places for a night on the town.
I'll just sit here, and figure out how to work Eudora and FreeAgent, since Outlook Express stil won't work and is buggy anyway. Yippee.
Good thing I didn't listen to my mother's guilt-trip and come home on the train, otherwise I really would be broke.
I wish my best friend Evelyn would have come down here for break, for even a few days. I miss her.
I'm really not as upset as this sounds, I just needed to rant. Thank you.
I made a list of things to do and got a good deal of them done. I felt so responsible. I'd made plans for how I was going to spend my time tomorrow shopping in the thrift stores for a jacket and a costume for the DoubleStar (Bryn Mawr and Haverford'sscience fiction club) Masquerade ball, how I was going to get my scanner fixed or go shopping for a new one since I spent part of today pricing them on the internet, how good that new haircut and color was going to be. I even called about 10 local haircut places to get the best price, and thought how it would be nice to send my parents and Arc a picture afterwards.
So I felt pretty good when my friends showed up and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner with them, at one of the best pizza places to which I have ever been (despite what the review says). I thought about it, decided that I could spare ten bucks, and went to the ATM to withdraw some money.
Where I found that not only was it usless to think about going to eat, but also to wreck the rest of the plans I'd made for my time here.
Part of it's my fault - the last time I balanced my checkbook I made a note to myself that I should start subtracting from one number, and not the other, and did't subtract from the correct number. That can easily be fixed.
Part of it - and this is the part I'm really upset at - was out of my control. I've been working for 4 weeks for the Visual Resources Center here. This should theoretically mean that I've already gotten one paycheck and am waiting for the next any day now, since they pay biweekly. Instead, the billing department of the College screwed up. The Visual Resources people, who are great, sent in my forms in time - indeed, the paychecks of all the other people whose forms they sent in, some of them sent in later than mine, were processed fine. But I got my timecard back saying I'd get the money for the last two weeks in my next paycheck.
This'd be great - a big honking paycheck - if the campus center was actually open so I could check my mail. But it's not. I get to wait until this weekend, or maybe even Monday, when school will start up again and I won't have time to go shopping, or to go to the hairdresser's and sit for two hours, and when my friends won't have time to color my hair. I can't even mail Jen her birthday present.
I don't like work: or rather I like to work, if I feel it's worthwhile. I don't like the necessity of having money to be able to do anything, and I really hate the idea of having to work just to make money. I hope I never fall into that trap. So far I've been pretty lucky. The job I have now I love, and the jobs I did over the summer I also loved.
But what good was working at those? I just got set upon by my parents when I was working my butt off to find a new job. And here when I have a job I've got to wait around for someone to process a form. Argh.
And when I don't have "real" work I've got school work, which in my opinion is the real work. I don't see why people who are on financial aid should be forced to work the equivalent of two jobs while the people who can pay their way through college get only the school work and get eight more hours or so of spare time in their week to boot. I think it's not only unfair, but counterproductive.
So I'm sitting here eating a bologna and cheese sandwich and wishing that I hadn't overcooked my frozen peas, which are all shrivelled now. And the remaining people in the hall are going out to different places for a night on the town.
I'll just sit here, and figure out how to work Eudora and FreeAgent, since Outlook Express stil won't work and is buggy anyway. Yippee.
Good thing I didn't listen to my mother's guilt-trip and come home on the train, otherwise I really would be broke.
I wish my best friend Evelyn would have come down here for break, for even a few days. I miss her.
I'm really not as upset as this sounds, I just needed to rant. Thank you.
Aww *huggles*
Working and going to school is very tough, while it can be rewarding in the long run, the short term stress and damage to social life sucks o.o
*gives you another winghuggle* Just remember I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on, even if you can't get to me on ICQ (which I have fixed now) or the muck, there is always email.
Oh and on the bright side, I posted to the newsgroup for you to let people know you are ok.
Anyway, don't worry, things will get better, eventually! *snugs*