One More Saturday

This session is going faster than I thought it would go. Which is both good and bad. Good, because as much as I try to kid myself that it's an "okay" job, when it comes down to it, I'd rather work at Sears and deal with customers than to just sit around for 7 hours by myself. Today, I got off work and crashed. I dragged myself out of bed around noon so I could make it to lunch down at the cafeteria. Every time I go down there for a meal, it's always this huge ordeal where I have to say, "I don't have a meal plan, but I'm on the charge list for JBA." Of course, there isn't really a "list," but instead, a sheet of paper that they are unable to locate from meal-to-meal. Fail. So after standing around for 2o seconds, they give me a new sheet. I ate a Sodexo cheeseburger (yum, not) and a salad, which was pretty a-ok. I had half a glass of apple juice and then I went back up to the 5th floor to sleep some more. There really isn't much else for me to do 'round these parts. I've tried to apply to another job to help occupy my time. I'm not working on any freelance projects right now either. I just feel so... useless. I also feel as though I am not contributing to society whatsoever. Gah.

After laying around restlessly, I woke up around 3pm and took a walk around town. Kirksville is so quiet in the summer. I got back to my dorm around 4ish and just...crashed. I tossed and turned and forced myself into a restless oblivion until 9pm. I took a hot shower and tried to settle down. I then journaled for awhile and read more of "Fourth Comings." I'm almost done with it. & now... I'm here. Preceptors are still milling around and will be until about 2am, which I guess is nice because at least it provides some mild entertainment. And then it's me, myself and I until 6:50am and then I do it all over again.

- Jessica.