Shitty weekend, shitty day... Shitty Yosei.
Note: I don't hold back on foul language. You've been warned. =_=
overview
Saturday:
Worked. That's pretty much it. =_=
After work, I stayed at the b/f's house 'til about 8pm. Then, I had to go pick up the sister from her b/f's because, mom and dad were staying in a hotel for the night before my father had to be on a plane at 5am on Sunday.
Sister still won't open up to me, even for the smallest of questions.
Me: How was today?
Her: *shrug* Shut up and take me home.
Hard to believe that just minutes before she was smiling and joking around.
Sunday:
Worked again. This time with Dan! So, I got off about 30 minutes late. =_= Also, didn't help that a resident passed just before lunch. And, the company might be in trouble over it. Why?
All night, this lady had been complaining of chest pains. And, when someone constantly complains about CHEST pains, you're supposed to call an ambulance, right? Well, leave it to the Night Shift nurses to fuck it up somehow! They just gave the woman PAIN PILLS and ignored her wants and such.
So, she's dead in bed when the paramedic shows up. He says, "Chest pains? Why the HELL didn't you nurses call us RIGHT AWAY?!"
The nurses replied, "We never call the hospital."
Fuckin.
Retarded.
Sons o' bastards.
My god, if I'd known they never called the fuckin' hospital, I would've brought it to the attention of one of the higher ups! JEEZE!
Anyway, with this in mind, the paramedic called his boss, who called the Sheriff, and the company may now be in a lawsuit.
Fuck!
I swear to god, if I lose my job because of some stupidity on the side of nurses, I'll... I'll... I dunno what I'll do, but... grr.
Today:
Got back my French test. Got a "B" on it, surprisingly. I was proud, actually.
Then, asked the b/f for some help on the math I have to hand in tomorrow. We couldn't figure it out (tho' he did later and will help me with it later tonight). Then, went to Japanese.
Ugh, Japanese... I totally BOMBED the quiz last week... along with 75% of the class! @_@; At least I'm not alone... I just need to work at it. *sigh*
Then, I went to the b/f's after class. We noticed a mark on my neck, like RIGHT under my adam's apple... at first I thought it was dirt. So, I scratched at it. Then, he got a "daiter-wipe". Still nothing. Then, we tried rubbing alcohol. It was STILL there! What's his conclusion?
"Yosei, love, I think you have a rash there... or something... fungal growth? Does it itch? Does it burn? Does it hurt?"
NO! I wouldn't even had known it was there if you hadn't said anything!
Fuck! Now there's a WHOLE NEW thing that's physically wrong with Yosei! Something always wrong with Yosei and his body! ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS! He's so stressed out, so he breaks out in hives and his eye twitches and now he's probably growing shrooms under his fucking chin!
There's just no end! No end to the damn stress! I can't even think straight anymore! DX
I was hallucinating while driving home today! D'you think THAT'S stressed-induced too?! Proba-fucking-bly!
What else will go wrong?!
I'm cramping too, did I mention that?! Doesn't seem right, but I am! THAT's probably from overwork! Dehydration! WHO THE FUCK KNOWS?! I could pass out in the middle of class, I wonder if any nurses would call the ambulance?!
Feh, life is screwing me over.
College is killing me.
Guess I'll go write that proposal to turn in tomorrow then find something productive to do until the b/f gets his ass home to help me with my math.
~Yosei~
