We are Oompa Loompady screwed

[rachg82]

That Willy Wonka skit on SNL tonight was great. I was all "Ha! Oompas! Sweet." Hee. And Stuart Smalley made an appearance! I love him. Now I have to work "shame spiral" into my daily conversation somehow, this week. Heh. Because I'm good enough! I'm smart enough! And doggone it, people like me!

I missed most of the rest of the show, though. Hope I didn't miss anything really good. The show hasn't been really hilarious or anything lately though, so I doubt I did. Poor show. I miss Cheri! And Will! Come back, guys! Come back!

I hope you had a Happy Birthday, ladexter!



Won't keep me from rambling about it, though. Hee. I was late again, because the parking lot at the mall was so packed that it took the bus forever just to get through it to the transit center. Unbelievable. Like, the streets were more like just more parking spaces. At least I guess everyone else was late, too. And I was just eight minutes late, meanwhile people who drove in were more like a half hour late. I remember it being like this during the weeks before Christmas last year, too. People would show up an hour late, because they couldn't find a parking spot. So, I hope they understand. What, are they going to take points from everyone? Come on.

But yeah, it was crazy busy. We had five closers in my area though, so we did all right. But we were still there till 11:30, when we closed at ten. Tomorrow, we'll start staying open till eleven, so I'm scheduled till midnight. But Peppy finally pulled her head out of her ass (well, part of it) and, even though I'm working every day this week except Wednesday, they're all six-hour shifts. So, yay! I don't have to be at work until six in the evening! I'm not mad at that. Mom's going to have to pick me up that late though, some of those days, because Peppy scheduled me on nights when the people who give me rides don't work. And I told her to schedule me with them, or else I'd have to ask my Mom for a ride home (which would be okay on a Saturday, maybe, but my Mom gets up at five thirty in the morning, during weekdays, and I hate asking her to pick me up at midnight on a Tuesday. Know what I'm saying?), and she was all "Yeah, I accomodated that, on your schedule." Right, except she didn't. Heh. God, she is something else. She messed up Margarita's schedule too, though; she keeps scheduling her on Thursdays, when Margarita told her she wasn't available on that day. I was like (to Margarita) "You better watch her, she might be doing it on purpose. Keep on her, because she'll keep right on doing it, otherwise." But anyway, my tummy hurt and my allergies were being a pain in the ass, but the night went by okay.

I hope my hours don't go down too much, after the holidays. Working so much is tough on the body (my knees are feeling it, definitely), but mmmmmoney. It would be nice too if I had enough money after Christmas and all, to take a class or two this term. We'll see. I don't even know how I feel about the school thing. Kind of apprehensive, honestly. Last year was, um, kind of bad. Heh. I registered for both fall and winter term, that year, and ended up dropping/failing every class but one (Sociology). Fall term, I wasn't failing my classes, but I'd missed so many that I didn't think I was going to be able to get a passing grade in the end, and as y'all know, I was really depressed. So I sort of just stopped going. It was like I'd already missed so many classes in a row, and was too embarassed to go back, and thought I'd fail anyway. Winter term, I dropped Biology, because my panic attacks interfered, and I was afraid of all the lab work (because surely there would be a lot of working with hands in front of people involved. Like, dissecting, etc. . .). Then, Mom went in the psych ward again, the week of my birthday, and I was kind of reaching a breaking point then anyway, and missed so many classes in a row again, and just didn't feel like I could handle it. So, again, I just stopped going. And I haven't been back since. The year before that, I mostly did well, but I dropped some classes that year too, or would get a B or C, because of attendance problems. And God knows what I went through, in High School. With me, it's either I do fantastic, or rock bottom. Not much in between. Although I did get a C in Art History, but that's because of the schizo mix of As and Fs in the class. Heh. So, it still holds true. It's feast or famine with me. All or nothing. (I remember my homeboy, Mr. Kaad--the teacher who really pretty much was the reason I made it through the last two years of High School--wrote in my senior yearbook "When you were good, you were really, really good." Hee. I loved him so much for writing that. I mean, he'd seen the very worst of me, academically speaking, but he never made me feel bad about it. When I did good, he was the first to tell me so, raving over my exhibitions and the like. And, in the end, he managed to sum up all I went through with him in those simple words. Ah, the ability of writing in a concise manner. Wonder what that feels like. Hee.) And I just don't want to go back and screw up again. I don't know. I suppose that's kind of an "All or Nothing" thinking error, right there. I mean, it's not like the only options for me in life have to be straight As or total failure, forever. It's not like I can't change it, right? Or at least it's not like it's impossible to work on.

Comments

[sonneta.livejournal.com]

Hugs dearie! I def. think you could work on the A/F thing. I mean the F part. Because the A part doesn't need work. Hee.

[dosidella.livejournal.com]

It would be lovely for you to take a class or two, I think. And, wow, that is exactly like me. The straight A's or all Fs thing. Weird. I think it's because I either work my ass off or don't have the motivation to even go to class, let alone actually do the work. Except that's not entirely true. Last spring, I did pretty much no work- I think I studied for a total of 20 minutes all semester- and managed a 4.0. But that was an exception, not to mention really easy classes ("Oh, you know how to use Word? You get an A").

Ahem, anyway. My point is that it really doesn't have to be an all or nothing thing. Yes, that is the point, shush. And this probably sounds odd coming from someone who considers a C failing, but whatever. I think that's something you can totally work on, and I really think taking a class would be good, so I hope you can do that. Very much. I wish I could afford to pay your tuition. I wish I could afford to pay my tuition, too. Heh.

[willothewisps.livejournal.com]

I think you should take a class. You should take a Psychology class because they're fun and I know you're interested in them.

[keenai.livejournal.com]

Take a discussion class. Those are fun. I think you should just sign up for one and see how it goes.