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This specific Marcille icon because I just wanna cry and then sleep. But I can't. So I won't.
Because I'm not alone (sister lives here too). I'm tired from waking up at 4 AM to start my current job so I don't have to work till 8-9 pm to finish the rest of my shift when I'm back from internship. And I'm sore from vet internship/clinicals. I also have errands and papers to write this coming week. Oh, and today, my dad just called to ask if I wanted to come by and attend my niece's 1st birthday party tomorrow, so more getting up early. (I'm too nice to say no. And kinda wanna show up for baby niece.)
You can only imagine the crashing out and rage inside my head.
I should get one or two days off from my full time job just to rest. But we have important projects that just started up for this next quarter of the year, so quite a busy next few weeks. And the new guys need me. No rest for the wicked, I guess. IT IS WHAT IT IS. I will make lots of coffee.
Vet Med is not for the weak and my mother didn't raise a quitter. But why is drawing blood so anxiety inducing? I feel so bad when I have to poke them again because I missed the vein or my grip on the syringe sucked. The frustration I feel at not getting it after weeks of watching the vet assistants do it, too.
But I guess I can look on a bright side. I get paid (from job and internship) as I suffer silently. And my Lughnasadh offerings and alter can be simple this year. I leave cookies for my spirit team, deities, and the fae. And pick some marigolds from my garden to put on altar. I am actually pretty proud of my marigolds and tomatoes I grew this year.
And these fanfics in my AO3 bookmarks have been a comfort to re-read. Treating myself to some books with this extra adult money too to ease the pain. (Spooky ones just before the spooky season)
TL;DR? I wanna scream but I can't and so I won't.And this useless lesbian is manifesting a girlfriend to hug me into her big bossoms and tells me I am doing my best and they're proud of me and it's going to be ok. a gf like Falin from Dungeon Meshi. I mean. what? who said that?
Because I'm not alone (sister lives here too). I'm tired from waking up at 4 AM to start my current job so I don't have to work till 8-9 pm to finish the rest of my shift when I'm back from internship. And I'm sore from vet internship/clinicals. I also have errands and papers to write this coming week. Oh, and today, my dad just called to ask if I wanted to come by and attend my niece's 1st birthday party tomorrow, so more getting up early. (I'm too nice to say no. And kinda wanna show up for baby niece.)
You can only imagine the crashing out and rage inside my head.
I should get one or two days off from my full time job just to rest. But we have important projects that just started up for this next quarter of the year, so quite a busy next few weeks. And the new guys need me. No rest for the wicked, I guess. IT IS WHAT IT IS. I will make lots of coffee.
Vet Med is not for the weak and my mother didn't raise a quitter. But why is drawing blood so anxiety inducing? I feel so bad when I have to poke them again because I missed the vein or my grip on the syringe sucked. The frustration I feel at not getting it after weeks of watching the vet assistants do it, too.
But I guess I can look on a bright side. I get paid (from job and internship) as I suffer silently. And my Lughnasadh offerings and alter can be simple this year. I leave cookies for my spirit team, deities, and the fae. And pick some marigolds from my garden to put on altar. I am actually pretty proud of my marigolds and tomatoes I grew this year.
And these fanfics in my AO3 bookmarks have been a comfort to re-read. Treating myself to some books with this extra adult money too to ease the pain. (Spooky ones just before the spooky season)
TL;DR? I wanna scream but I can't and so I won't.
