My Oh So Boring Life

So this week was not very exciting, in many respects. I started my new job at the Dept. of Corrections, and it looks like something that, frankly, I'm not going to enjoy that much. All I've done is a bunch of training thus far on privacy and stuff, which I don't need. I've learned how to enter a couple of forms into the database system, but that's about it so far.

It's problematic because all the UCCS students are psych people, and the work they do means something to them, and to me, this is all meaningless. I don't care about compiling statistics AT ALL. Plus, it is kind of irritating to have a bachelor's degree and only get paid $9 an hour. Last Thursday, I felt kind of lost about what to do with my time, because I entered all of my data by 9:30, and so from then until noon, I think I cleaned, I read some stuff about the treatment programs, and got the mail.

My other job has been causing me some emotional stress because of the overwhelming amount of panic about these flus. I mean, in a 4 hours shift, I probably answer about 30 calls, and of those 30, maybe 10-15 are about flu. I really want to tell these mothers that it actually would be a good thing in the long run for their kids to get the flu because first of all, flu normally does not damage children too much and second because we're so worried about not getting sick that the buggers are building up their forces to launch an onslaught against us. It gets worse that I cannot tell these mothers these things, and that I have to somehow console them by suggesting places to get vaccinated.

I get some angry ones too, but I try to calm them before it.

Then I get tired of having the onslaught of patients come in too, at times. Especially after fielding five or ten patients in a row, I start grating a little, and I can't take a break because there's no one else to be found to do the work. Last Friday, I pulled a full 8hr shift, and I was really frustrated by the general lack of help that I got. I guess it showed a little, because someone complained that I wasn't nice enough.

Irritating.

On top of that, I'm feeling undermotivated to work on history, which I really need to do. I'm unmotivated to do much right now, and with all of the stress between these two jobs, dealing with school, money, and then my whole personal problem world, it's really tough for me right now. Probably shows in that I cried three times last week, twice after work and once on Wednesday for other reasons.

Last night was okay, but I guess I'll talk about that tomorrow.