I don't think words can describe how much I hate my job. Not only that, but how much my job has made me hate people in general. I'm amazed at how rude people can be. How they can let their children run around places screaming, running, whistling, and slamming doors, etc. and not do a single thing about it while they themselves pack into a small public area and talk loudly for hours not caring if they are in the way or being too loud around the other guests.

     Finally everyone is gone and it's quite like a normal Sunday evening. I can finally breathe/think again. I get so uptight when so many people are around, I feel like there is too much going on and I can't breathe or move or do anything. I just want to crawl into a quiet, dark hole and escape the insanity.

     But, such is my life... stuck behind this desk for hours upon hours doing nothing but answering phones and answering questions to rude visitors of Lawrence, Kansas. Thankfully tomorrow is my last day here. Tonight was supposed to be, however they scheduled me to work tomorrow, which puts me in a bit of a bind because that was when I was going to go work in the dark room. It might be my last chance before my photo final portfolio is due, and I guess I'll just have to try and find another time before Wednesday to go in and finish my work. I don't however think it's fair that I have the chance of failing a class because they decided they needed me one last day. I'm not going to just leave them without someone to work, because I'm not that kind of person, but I don't think it's fair at all that their willing to put me in a position like that. And furthermore, that's how it has been the whole time I've worked here. Sometimes they listen to times I ask off, but othertimes they completely disregard it and schedule me anyway. They've even scheduled me DURING classes before. I'm here to study and go to school, NOT to work. They don't seem to understand that working here is NOT my top priority and that I need time to get things done and go to class.

     Well, whatever, I'm done after tomorrow, and I'll just have to find a time to get everything done in time for all my deadlines. It would help if the darkroom was open 24 hours a day, but it closes at 8:00 so it puts me in quite the situation when it comes to time. Well anyway, I'll be home on Thursday, and hopefully the summer will go better than this past year has. I attribute almost all my extra stress this year to having this job, and next year hopefully things will be better without it.

So, here's to my last night shift, and last morning shift at this stupid hotel.

cheers.

So to those of you who I haven't spoken with too recently, here is an update on happenings in my life.

I'm still going to the University of Kansas. This past year the university made their new photomedia major official. It is the only one in the state like it, so it's a pretty exciting thing. This being the case, I quickly changed my major from Slavic Language and Literature (BLAH) to Photomedia (YAY!).

That being said, it's been a hard year. I had to start all the foundation classes for the School of Fine Arts a year later than most people my age, which has put me a bit behind schedule. Also, working a part-time job has not made this change easy at all. I can't really take my art homework with me to work, so it's made it difficult to manage my time the way I was able to before. Basically the whole year I've felt pressed for time, constant stress, and chronic sleep deprivation. Granted, I knew college was supposed to be stressful, and hard-work, but I wasn't expecting this! The semester is winding down though, and I've given myself a bit of a better school schedule next semester that might make it easier to fit in time to work that doesn't take away from my homework time. Right now, I'm just counting down the days until I'm out of school and back in Hays for what will most likely be my last summer at home.

Next semester I have plans to live with my friend Ashley. We were supposed to have another roommate, our friend Spenser, however when we had confusion over a money situation, he backed out and left us to find another roommate before the end of the semester. So now we're urgently searching for someone who isn't secretly a psychopath, and needs a nice place to live for a year, to cross our paths. This has definitely been adding to my stress level. The difficulties with Spenser have been much more dramatic than necessary and through this whole ridiculous thing many "friendships" have been severed. (I use the quotations because I question the reality of the friendship if they are willing to turn their backs on me at the drop of a hat.)

Although I have lost several friendships this semester, I feel no real loss. I think perhaps I'm better off not having the added stress from the "high-school" drama provided by this certain group of friends. I'm in college, not high school and when I graduated, I left that way of dealing with things behind me.

Anyway, I suppose I should go for now, but I will update again later.

Toodles