Is it too much to ask that I not be completely stressed out by my job? I was talking to D on our way to visit Kate and Tonya and I realized that I have gone from one extreme to another with my jobs. Up until six months ago I was working at a dead end job where I had no responsibility and was basically a git who answered the phone and made copies for people who valued my opinions as much as I value an STD. Now, I find myself in a job where I have real responsibilities and projects to take care of, but am stressed beyond belief.
School is not helping either. With this semester structured the way it is, I feel like I am working three jobs, well four if you count AASA. My full time job, another part time job (school), and yet another part time job (my consulting project for BPT). When I look at my schedule for this week, it makes my heart cry. David came in this morning and told me that I needed to come in Tuesday night to make sure the photo shoot for Children of Eden goes smoothly. I also was told last week that I needed to come into work for a while on Saturday to plan for the Phone-a-thon that is to take place next week. Sunday will be the only day coming up that I do not have class, work, a meeting, or something to do after work. When exactly am I supposed to study and read for class again?
