I Love My Job…

…No, really, I do.

But there are points where I want to kill every last one of my coworkers, all the students and every mother in the city.  Oh yeah, the fathers too if they get in the way.

Why, you ask?  I’m borderline (heh, that too) exhausted.  I’ve been living in migraine city for the last couple weeks.  People are acting beyond crazy at school.  We have an open house coming up and everyone, including the students, is stressed out.  I have a student who is about 6 and I asked her if she was OK today.  I asked if she was sad or tired or angry.  H just answered “No teacher”.  I finally asked if she was worried about something.  She nodded and looked down at some of the open house material that she had to learn.  So I said “H, are you worried about open house?” and she just nodded.  I mean seriously, it can’t be healthy for a 6 year old to be that stressed out about school.

And to make things more fun, I have one of two extremely annoying songs going through my head almost constantly.  There’s “Telly’s Lunch” and “The Butterfly Song“.  I want to shoot myself in the head every time I press play on my mp3 player.

Open house is coming up in about 2 weeks.  And the kids literally have like 6 pages of material plus two songs to learn before then.  No wonder poor little H is stressed out of her mind.  I’d be stressed too.  The youngest kids are barely 4.  Sometimes I think the educational system in this country is nuts.  Not that the US system is any better.

I’m so tired because I haven’t been sleeping.  I’m so tired, I can’t sleep.  I just lay on the bed curled up in a fetal position and rock back and forth.  It’s the burning eye, sore muscle, stomachache kind of exhaustion.  Banging my head on the desk would probably be a blessed relief, but I’m not going to do that.  I know cutting would bring a whole lot of, albeit temporary, relief.  But I’m not going to do that.  It won’t solve any problems.  Honestly, because it’s getting to be warm, it would cause a whole lot of extra problems.  So yeah, I’m not going to go down that road.

I’m also trying to get stuff for portfolios ready.  Even though we have about 6 weeks to do them, I feel like I’m really behind.  Approximately 10 pieces of work to do and grade * 9 classes * approximately 13 students/class + report cards for all those kids + an additional class worth of report cards.  Yeah.  You can see why 6 weeks doesn’t seem all that long.

I also had to make up packets of work for 4 different classes today.  I have at least 1 more packet to put together in the next week or so.  I haven’t had a proper lunch all week.  I’ve basically been working 9-6 straight through.

Yes, I’m an idiot.  But if I didn’t get it all done, I’d stress even more.  And I’d get less sleep.  And I’d eat even less.  Yeah, I’m not doing so great on the eating front.  I don’t even want to look at food.  And the gym?  Ha! I need to renew my monthly membership.  I haven’t gone in almost 3 weeks.  Two weeks ago I was sick.  Last week, I tripped over my two big, left feet as I was getting ready and twisted the living crap out of my weaker ankle.

I need a vacation.  Big time.  So many national holidays have falled on the weekend this year.  And if the holiday is on the weekend, we don’t get any days off.  It’s not like back home where you’d get the Monday following off.

I’m tired.  I’m anxious.  I’m depressed.  I’m in pain.  That pretty much sums it up.

*sigh*

Back Online

Posted On Feb 19, 2009

Filed under Randomness, Venting

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My name is Kathryn and I’m an internet addict.

It’s good to be back.  A power surge took out the fuse on the power brick on my DSL modem.  I woke up on Tuesday and had no internet access and a seemingly dead modem.  I talked nicely to it.  I tapped it gently.  I swore at it.  I begged and pleaded with it.  Alas, those things don’t fix blown fuses.  It’s actually quite the miracle I didn’t blow a fuse.  I mean, what was I to do without 24/7 access to my email.

I’m an email junky.  No really, I am.  I usually get between 40 and 100 messages per day for different reasons.  I probaly need to respond to 10% of those.  The computers at work have been tied up all week because they’re printing out copies of the curriculum for all of the parents.  Why they didn’t outsource it to a print shop, I’ll never know.  What they’re spending in ink and paper and binders and labor is probably the same as what a print shop would have charged.  But I digress.

My boss called the phone company Tuesday morning.  They told her Thursday at the earliest, maybe even Friday when they could get out.  I flipped.  She told me not to worry because she told them that was unacceptable.  Seriously, all they had to do was deliver a new modem.  I could have installed the thing myself.  It’s like four cables to hook up.

The nice KT folks came today (Thursday).  He delivered a new modem.  I now have internet access again.  I can indulge my email (gah, another one just arrived that needs and answer) and my FaceBook addiction.  And now I have something to do in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep.  Soft Korean porn doesn’t really do it for me……..

Meh

Posted On Dec 27, 2008

Filed under Emotions, Randomness, Venting

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Yeah.  Meh.

Not depressed.  Just meh.

Sick too.

All I can manage to do is lay in bed, watch a CSI marathon and drink water.  I drug my sorry arse out of bed to get my Zoloft refilled.  The nice doctor gave me a boatload of prescriptions to make sure whatever I have doesn’t get any worse.

Blah.

And I was going to go to Busan this weekend.  Maybe later next week.  I want to go to the aquarium.  Thank the gods for a week away from small germ factories children.

Sleep. Yeah. That.

Fortunately I’ve actually been able to fall asleep lately.  Unfortunately the bizarre dreams have continued.  I haven’t changed my meds at all. Well, not quite true.  I went down to a lower dosage on my inhaler because it was giving me the shakes.   But I highly doubt something like that would be affecting my dreams.  I’ve been having the weird dreams before reducing the dosage.

Stress?  Maybe.  I just found out that I need to do a portfolio for a speaking and writing class.  Nice of the charge teacher to tell me a day before it’s due into her.  It’s little things like that at work that make me scream.  In fact, I’m writing this instead of marking the work.  The way I feel about it, each writing assignment is going to be worth five point and I ‘ve going to give random scores between four and five.  And hey.  If that teacher can wait until the day before it’s due to tell me, then she can tootin’ well wait for me to finish it.  It’s not like I don’t have any other responsibilities at work.

OK, so this is turning into a vent fest.  Oh well.  I needed it.

Enough procrastinating.  Back to grading papers.

Random Post

Tired.

Depressed.

Anxious.

Sleep deprived.

Frustrated.

Fed up.

Angry.

Jealous.

Crappy.

Stupid.

Sorry, just trying to figure out what I feel right now…  Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.

It figures

I was actually having a good time.  I mean, come on.  How often does that happen.  Let me back up.  Today we had our Kindergarten Presentations.  Awwww, the kids were so damn cute.  When I got to the Art High School, I thought I was nauseous from motion sickness.  Damn idiot cab driver.  It was pretty bad, so I took some compazine, which I had in my purse.  I thourghly enjoyed the presentations.  Did I mention the kids were really cute?  About half way through, the headache started.  Oh crap, a migraine.  And of course, you know, I had no Zomig in my purse.  I must have taken the last one last week and forgot to put a new package in.  I also thought my ibuprofin bottle was empty (which it wasn’t).  Even if I had looked, I couldn’t have gotten those big horse pills down without water.

After presentations, some of the staff decided to go out to dinner.  We ended up at a Korean BBQ place down the street from the school.  We toasted with a shot of soju (I think this is where I really made the mistake).  Dinner came, we grilled up our meat.  I had some soup (spicy tofu soup, FWIW).  I had a little piece of grilled octopus.  This whole time, my headache was starting to go away from the 800mg of ibuprofin I popped and the nausea had died down from the compazine.

All of a sudden, I thought I was going to lose the little bit of food that I had eaten.  I ran to the bathroom.  It was disgusting.  But at least it wasn’t the hole in the ground toilet, it was a real western one.  The smell was so bad I ran right back out.  I gave a coworker some money and told her I was leaving.

I then ran home and proceded to puke.  Then I took a Zomig.  Now I’m waiting for the nausea and the headache, both that got worse from throwing up to subside.  I’m throwing my clothes on the floor.  I’ll deal with them tomorrow.  I’m going to climb into bed and put a pillow over my head to block out the light that comes in.

It totally sucks because I was actually having a good time.  I wasn’t stressing about this, that, or the other thing.  My mood was actually normal.  It almost feels like I can’t win.  The old thoughts of not deserving to be happy because I’m a bad person came flooding back.

Oh well.

*sigh*

All linked together

Ugh ugh ugh.

I feel like shit.  Allergies are kicking my ass.  Thus, I haven’t slept well.  Lack of sleep tends to exacerbate my depression.  And the days are getting way shorter.  Yay for SAD.  Depression saps me of motivation to cook, so I’m eating junk.  Eating junk craps out my immune system making it less likely I’ll fight off whatever germs the kids are carrying.

*SIGH*

I have no idea why I’m posting this.  Just needed to let off steam I guess.

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