Well, I know that I said I wouldn't get caught
up in this job, but I most definitely did. Time management was never my strong
suit but I have managed thus far. Now, that I work so often my skill has been
put up to the test. I have to really plan things out and I can't just wing it
anymore.
This job is making me have to grow up. I don't
know if it's a good thing as of right now. I didn't tell my parents about
having the job because they told me that having a job takes out of the
environment and the true experience of college because you can't focus on
school. Which, I agree, it does make you think about other things. But, in the
same respect, I find that I consider my deadlines and true use every bit of
time I have effectively now. I don't have the job because I have bills to pay.
I got it because I wanted a new phone and some pocket change. So, there is no
urgency and if I get too overwhelmed I can quit. Simple.
But, until I got to that point of realization I
was swimming. Last week I had so much due in school and I was still closing
every night. I was exhausted and I did some things I'm going to regret but at
the end I learned that I needed to get my shit together.
I think the reason I didn't want to tell my mom
is because she would try and just give me money and I would much rather earn
it. I hate feeling like I'm in debt to someone or like I owe them something.
But going to college has been all I've wanted since I was in kindergarten. And mostly
for the safe independence I have here. I won't let something like money bind me
up again. So, it was either a job or prostitution and I think the more honest
way is better.
At the end of all this, I'm fine though. I got it under control... For now.
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