Repeat

If I had just one job, just one job, things wouldn't be like this.

Monday: One job, five hours.
Tuesday: Two jobs, 9 hours.
Wednesday: Three jobs, 13 hours.
Thursday: Three jobs, 13 hours.
Friday: One job, five hours.
Saturday: One job, four hours (and a frustrating half an hour attempting to get fuel for my truck - this is perhaps another entry, but OMG?! with gas at $3 a gallon, you have a limit of $50 on your credit card purchases? whaaaat...?)

These are just times out of the apartment. It doesn't include the hours spent every evening prepping classes, grading, or figuring out how to handle that student who called me a bitch to my face. Or the hours spent lying awake trying to figure out why students hate me and how to get them to learn even when they hate me. I explained my job(s) to my father who said, "so you have three jobs and still manage to work less than 40 hours a week?" Ha.

Next week. Repeat. The following week. Repeat. The following week? SPRING BREAK!! I'm counting down the days. Literally.