So I got promoted at work recently, which requires me having to learn a bunch of new stuff. Which is super cool and going to be amazing when I start taking on these new responsibilities.
But I’ve got to say that like all the emails about “Ivy’s training” and “training Ivy for her new role” and “Ivy getting the requisite training to be comfortable in her new role” are uh…doing stuff to me.
Hang in there, Teddy! (Source: http://ift.tt/1nazbZO)
That thing where I finally got into the groove of stuff at my new job and I was making great time on everything and then the entire system crashed. Maximum Monday.
Tempted to turn this into a game where for every paper I grade, I get to write down one story for you all.
Teaching stinks because now I have to be super super careful about visible bruises.
My office-mate looks just like Gayle from Bob’s Burgers and so my office hours are now 500% better.
After an amazing month home, I have to go back to my new little neck of the woods. I’ve got to get back to my job (I was fortunate enough to be able to take this long off because we keep our doors closed for May) and I’ve got to start getting ready for all the craziness of the fall (teaching, doing my master’s thesis, eeek).
I’m a little anxious because, in addition to the craziness that awaits me, I’m not sure the next time I’ll be back around to see my family or friends or Sir or this new guy. I’m not even 100% sure if Sir will end up having to relocate for work.
So you can expect some cathartic porn reblogging and intentional dirty distractions for the next few days, I suppose.
Today marks the beginning of the last two weeks of my job and if I don’t strangle anybody I am buying myself a burrito on the way home.
Holy shit I got the job.
And starting with over *four* times what I make hourly currently.
Oh my god I am the happiest ever, I just can’t.
I’ve got an interview today for a job doing what I basically already do part-time, but paying me freaking 3 times what I’m getting now.
I’m so nervous I’m shaking but holy crap. I’d love to get out of the place I’m currently at, I’m getting underpaid for the amount of work I’m doing, the hours are absurd and unpredictable and their idea of a raise is almost laughable.
Today kind of sucks and I’ve been completely down on myself and I have been doubting just about everything.
I just feel like I’m an impostor and I can’t live up to people’s expectations of me and I won’t actualize soon enough.
And I’m worried that I can’t sustain what I want to do as a career and I’ve been feeling just generally useless. Some doctor was hitting on me on the bus and what bothered me most was I was like bagh society will always have a use for you.
I just wish I felt certain of myself and my future and everything else.