When a student blatantly plagiarises. And the assignment isn’t even graded.
Seriously: Am I meant to believe that you just decided to change your sentence structure (not to mention your font) for those last two sentences? Or that you just decided to use American spelling for shits and giggles?
Question for fitblrs who work full time
How do you make time during your day for meals? Crazy trainer has me on a plan where I’m meant to eat every 3 hours, so about 6 small meals a day, to keep my metabolism going. And I honestly haven’t been able to manage that once all week since the semester started.
I know I need to put myself first, but with a new job it’s really hard! I missed my training session last night - took me 50 minutes to drive from work to the gym when it should have taken 30 at most. I feel myself slipping into old bad habits but I don’t know how to balance everything with a really demanding job.
Any tips welcome!
Survived my first day teaching!
Ran my first ever discussion section this morning, and just held my first elector (for 200+ students).
Was so anxious in the lecture that I finished in 20 minutes… Should have taken 40-45… Oy.
And the week gets worse
Husband forgot to buy me a birthday present. Claims he was going to get me something at the footy tonight, but the only thing I wanted is sold out.
So when your husband forgets to buy you a birthday present, after you love to his country for him, and after a shitty fucking week, you:
A. Pretend everything is fine
B. Yell at him
C. Calmly explain that you’re disappointed and your feelings are hurt
D. Text your best friends so you can bitch to them while trying to make sure your angry/hurt feelings is justified
The correct answer: A and D
I quit this week
I don’t even care it’s my birthday tomorrow.
My parents mailed me a box full of presents and I left work early just to pick it up. Thanks to traffic and shitty Australia Post hours (which are totally unrealistic for anyone with a job) I got here 4 minutes after they closed. Which means I don’t get any presents from my family on my birthday, since I don’t have time to go tomorrow.
Yes, I am now crying in my car in the parking lot. Seriously done. I just want to stay in bed and read Harry Potter for the rest of the week. That’s cool, right?
And then my oven broke.
I mean, really, what have I done? After my Monday, I was sure that my next few days - or week, even - would be okay. My oven is my life because baking is so important to me, and such a critical stress release.
It’s my birthday on Thursday. And my dad is having major surgery on Wednesday, so the homesick is even worse than normal because I want to be there for him.
I’m so overwhelmed by suck right now that I legitimately don’t know how to handle it. My instinct is to curl into a ball in my bed and surround myself with my cats and books until I feel better. But this is the real world, so I have to keep going to work and getting things done.
If I were a religious person, I think I’d say “God, I know you won’t give me more than I can carry, but you must have a lot of faith in me right now.” Since I’m not religious, I just have to think something in the universe is fucking with me right now.
Today has sucked so hard. I’m done.
Day started with news that one of our friends passed away over the weekend. Still waiting on the official cause of death, but it looks like an overdose. This guy was smart, and funny, and interesting, and he’s just gone.
Add to that the rest of my day and I’m just overwhelmed and done: Hubby is unexpectedly working in Melbs this week, possibly missing my birthday Thursday. Then work went to absolute hell in a hand basket, reminding me that I’m in way over my head. And came home to find that our cleaner accidentally locked one cat outside and the other in the spare room all day, without food or water. An hour later and they’re both still screaming at me.
Years ago, a friend gave me some good advice that still holds true: Have a drink and go to bed, tomorrow will be better.
I don’t care if it’s Monday. I’m having wine and going to bed. Tomorrow has to be better than today, right?