Irritability
Oct. 3rd, 2005 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edgWhen I get pissed off to the point of quoting James Madison at a stupid, thoughtless comment on someone else's weblog, ... well, no, that's pretty much bog-standard irritable for me, isn't it?
But I am irritable.
I went to my classes today. History was better than I thought (I apparently have scraped out a grade on Thursday's exam that was two full letter grades higher than I expected it to be), and Reading Latin was... not as bad as I thought it was going to be, and got me laughing by the end of class. (What happened immediately after the end of class, not so much, but.)
Now I'm home, and taking an hour to unwind before I start really working in earnest. I promised myself that I wasn't going to leave any papers until the night before, this semester, and I've broken that promise; but maybe, if I try really hard, I can get some sleep tonight. At least Tuesday isn't my longest day, and at least my longest day is shorter by two hours than the work days I'm used to.
(Someone, I know, is going to remember my schedule, and say, "well, you only have to push until tomorrow, right? Don't you get Wednesday off?" To which the answer is: no. I have to push until Friday, because my supervisor is assigning me 40 hours of work even though I'm not working 40 hours a week anymore. And I've been pushing it back in favor of schoolwork, and pushing schoolwork back in favor of nothing, so now I have 40 hours of work to be completed this morning. And, now that I think about it, I have a paper due on the 12th, so I'm probably going to have to push until next Thursday, when special thanks to the Hopkins Payroll system I can't [REDACTED] so I get to sit around feeling guilty about that (and [REDACTED], you know who you are, you know I'll do it anyway, so please don't tell me not to) instead of enjoying my break.)
Sorry. I'll be quiet now.
But I am irritable.
I went to my classes today. History was better than I thought (I apparently have scraped out a grade on Thursday's exam that was two full letter grades higher than I expected it to be), and Reading Latin was... not as bad as I thought it was going to be, and got me laughing by the end of class. (What happened immediately after the end of class, not so much, but.)
Now I'm home, and taking an hour to unwind before I start really working in earnest. I promised myself that I wasn't going to leave any papers until the night before, this semester, and I've broken that promise; but maybe, if I try really hard, I can get some sleep tonight. At least Tuesday isn't my longest day, and at least my longest day is shorter by two hours than the work days I'm used to.
(Someone, I know, is going to remember my schedule, and say, "well, you only have to push until tomorrow, right? Don't you get Wednesday off?" To which the answer is: no. I have to push until Friday, because my supervisor is assigning me 40 hours of work even though I'm not working 40 hours a week anymore. And I've been pushing it back in favor of schoolwork, and pushing schoolwork back in favor of nothing, so now I have 40 hours of work to be completed this morning. And, now that I think about it, I have a paper due on the 12th, so I'm probably going to have to push until next Thursday, when special thanks to the Hopkins Payroll system I can't [REDACTED] so I get to sit around feeling guilty about that (and [REDACTED], you know who you are, you know I'll do it anyway, so please don't tell me not to) instead of enjoying my break.)
Sorry. I'll be quiet now.
