in other news

I quit my part-time call center job a couple weeks ago. I just stopped going. No call, no show. Fuck 'em. This was not done without consulting first with Holly, to whom I am very grateful for understanding. Being in grad school, being a TA, AND having a second part-time job is MUCH more demanding than I first thought it would be.

In retrospect, I do regret somewhat quitting my interpreter job at the hospital. I miss interpreting bigtime (although in the meantime I have done a couple freelance legal interpreting jobs). I don't see how I could have continued there nevertheless. The powers that be were not going to give me a schedule that I was willing to accept and the person who had been made supervisor is someone who simply is very difficult to work with. I know I'm not the only one who thinks so.

So starting next week we are going to be without my part-time job income. Hopefully our tax refunds will be large this year. Wish us luck.

fate or random chance...

I have been stressing out about a paper that was due this Thursday, but I just got an email from my professor saying she is sick and that there will be no class tomorrow and that the paper will not be due until a week from tomorrow. She is a great professor and I'm not pleased to learn she's ill, but obviously, this works out well for me, to say the least. What a relief!

I'm still alive

I have to go log in at the call center now.

School is fine but almost overwhelming.

Saturdays are my only day off; and if I don't start doing schoolwork on Saturdays too I'm going to be screwed very soon.

But it's all good. I love being in school and wouldn't trade it for the world. It's my part time job that's sticking in my craw. I'm going to try to get a telephonic interpreting job where I can work from home. It's a long shot, but it'd be sweet if I could do it.