Moving on to the Next Step

I’ve been seriously thinking about continue my college education lately. My one measly semester at Vol State was a disaster, due to extreme procrastination and lack of responsibility. Now that I’m finally beginning to manage my finances a little better, and I am not so stressed, I feel as if I need to do something with my life other than working 9 to 5 at the local fast food restaurant.

The problem with me doing this is that there is no way that I will be able to afford it all on my own, and I’m not quite sure if I can get financial aid. Also, I have no clue what I want to go to school for, and I don’t want to waste all that time and money on a major that I’m not even going to use. My mother has a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, and she is instead working at a factory on the weekends and raising my little brothers. (Not that I look down on my mother for that… She got pregnant with me while in college and still managed to graduate, but life just wouldn’t let her continue on.)

I feel like I’m currently stuck in a rut, and I want (and need) to desperately get myself out. I’m currently researching information on financial aid, as well as the majors that Vol State provides to weigh my options. I’ve also talked to my good friend about what I should do, and she has given me a little perspective on the subject.

No matter what, I just have to keep telling myself that I can do whatever I set my mind to, and that I can succeed in being someone great!

Advertisements

Blue Blood

The title of this post has no meaning – It’s just the name of the Foals song I’m listening to at the moment.┬áThe point of this blog is… well, there really isn’t any point at the moment. I’m just bored, can’t sleep, and have a need to write.

It’s funny how creative I feel when I’m suffering from raging PMS, yet I can’t seem to focus on anything. (Like you wanted to know that… Oh, well. Who’s reading this, anyway!)

Today has been a bad day. I left work after only three hours because I was sick due to Aunt Flo… and I think my floor manager was pissed at me because of it. It irritates me that I get treated like crap for leaving early or calling out once in a blue moon when everyone else does it about once a week. I’ve only called out twice, and the first time it was because I had the flu. I had a doctors note, and the day before I had thrown up three times at work (in a five hour shift, I might add), which my manager was well aware of. Ok, so maybe the second time I called out, I wasn’t really sick, but, hey. I had just worked a twelve hour shift for them, and I really had to go to the Chevelle concert. XD (Someone bought me the ticket, damn it! I couldn’t just bail!)

Thankfully, I’m off the next two days so I have time to rest up before I go back to work. I know I’ll feel well enough to work tomorrow and Wednesday, but… I just don’t care. Honestly, I hate my job, and I feel no qualms about not working. Obviously, I work my shifts if I have to, because I’m broke off my ass, and I have bills to pay and a car to save up for, but if I’m sick, I’m not going in. If I made more than minimum wage (and considering the company I work for is a multi-billion dollar powerhouse with stores all over the world, I should be make a lot more than that), I would go in even if I was on my deathbed. Alas, the greedy bastards won’t pay us anymore than what they have to, even though what we go through on a daily basis serving the masses of idiots that come through merits a lot more than that.

But enough of me complaining. I’m sure you didn’t come here to read my whining. I promise all of my other posts won’t be as annoying (hopefully). Now, I believe I’m going to continue surfing the internet like the geek I am, blasting music (which now consists of Gotye’s lovely voice!) and eventually try to get some sleep.

Night, everyone. I love you and your anonymous faces!