juggling two jobs

I currently have two part-time jobs. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I’m busier than ever and it’s actually not too bad. I prefer to be busy, because then I feel forced to manage my time and actually get things done. All in all, it’s been a mixture of interesting, frustrating, and wow-this-is-so-much-like-studio.

About Job A: On the weekend (only a few hours), I teach three high school kids who are preparing for the SAT and I feel like they want to drive me crazy. I think all teenage boys are the same – immature and apathetic. Maybe if I taught them individually it would have been okay, but when they’re together … mayhem.

About Job B: I’m working for an architecture firm part-time on weekday afternoons. I basically do a lot of SketchUp and AutoCAD busy work, which is fine. I’m still getting used to paper sizes like A0, A3, and A4, but I spent a few hours folding A0-sized sheets the proper architecture-y way, and it was kind of fun. It’s a lot like studio with fast-approaching deadlines, “lying” in drawings, and late nights. Last Thursday we got dinner from 7-11 (the office building actually has its own 7-11) and I got off work around 11, but thankfully that’s not typical.

I’m getting paid peanuts, but it’s all good so far.

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making pasta

Yesterday morning I took part of the SAT. Oh standardized testing, how I have NOT missed you. Blah. Anyway, so I think I might have a job, a different one. This one would be to teach the SAT and some AP tests. The last one, which was to teach a public-speaking class in English kind of fell through, mostly because the boss guy didn’t really have his deal together and was annoying me.

Anyway, all went well. I made my own lunch – pasta. Easy, right? The classic staple “I don’t know how to cook, but I’m hungry” food. Went through a lot of pasta (of all different shapes) with Roommates 3 and 4. Especially 4. Wow, lots of pasta there. Fond memories. But hey now, I’m getting distracted. The reason why I bring attention to my luncheon of pasta is that it was supposed to be easy … if you have a can opener.

Who doesn’t own a can opener!? The pasta sauce was in a can (and expensive – yay for imported stuff). I searched all over the apartment and while the pasta was already boiling, I finally accepted that we own no can opener. I ended up opening the damn thing with a bottle opener and a garlic press. That was talent right there. I was darned proud of myself, and you should be too. Who knew making pasta could be such an adventure? But I have one question: Why do we have a garlic press yet no can opener?

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hello again (sort of)

Whoops. It’s been quite a while since I last posted. Felt like I needed to write though … for fun, not essay-writing for class (because that’s not fun). For anyone reading, I feel like I should warn you that this post is pretty much just going to be me complaining. Because that’s what I do when I feel like this.

Work is work. Wow. Revelation. I feel so rundown and exhausted. Kids need to learn that it is NOT OKAY to cough in people’s faces. I haven’t been feeling too great for the past few days and I am completely blaming the kids. I give them tissues, I tell them to aim for their elbows, but nope. I get paid decently and my job isn’t bad at all, so I shouldn’t complain, but COME ON!

Usually when I go grocery shopping I go in with a short list of the things I absolutely need and then just buy whatever else sounds good at the moment. Since I haven’t been feeling well, I haven’t been feeling hungry, and therefore didn’t buy much when I went to the store. For dinner I ate a corn dog (yay microwave!) because that’s all I could really find. My lunch for tomorrow will be yet another turkey sandwich. I have eaten so many turkey sandwiches since the beginning of the semester, it’s disgusting. But if I’m buying a loaf of bread, a head of lettuce, and a container of turkey, I pretty much have to eat turkey sandwiches all week or everything goes bad/stale/icky.

I want to take NyQuil and sleep a good sleep, but then I probably wouldn’t be able to make it to my 8 AM class. That’s kind of a catch-22. If I want to be alert for class, I need a good sleep (which only NyQuil will give – darn coughing). But if I want to make it to class on time, I cannot take NyQuil (which would knock me out for at least 10 hours). Ugh.

Then there’s school. Need I say more? I cannot wait until Thanksgiving. I am going to relish that break so much. Oh, and my wallet currently has $2. It’s just past 11 PM and this college student is off to take a long hot shower, crawl into bed, and hope that the world magically turns into cotton candy in the morning.

[NOTE: This post originally appeared on a now-deleted blog and is reposted here for my own sake.]