My assistant at work annoys me sometimes. I was so excited about getting these tickets at 10am for a comedian I really like. For some reason, she and the nurse were in my room and watched me buy them. Seventh row. Expensive seats for me and my boyfriend. Then the nurse is unsure if she should buy tickets and then my assistant says in a loud voice, “Wouldn’t it be cool if all of us go?” I cringe a little. She seems so desperate to make friends. The nurse finally decides to buy them. Then my assistant buys a ticket. I am so annoyed… Why does she make me feel so angry? She didn’t even hear about this until today and she is making plans for us. She didn’t say how much she loved the comedian or anything. She just wanted to force herself to come to a show that I was excited about because the nurse did it. It makes me a bit upset. My sister is like her and I don’t care for how my sister acts too. Being in a social field, I wonder if she gives a shit about our clients. She judges them harshly. What is she trying to be? Stop bossing me around. Know your place.
P.S. She has an annoying laugh…
I cannot focus on my job today. I spent most of the day goofing off on a game on my phone. Even now, I am currently wasting company time writing. I don’t mind. I guess I am having an anti-self-regulatory day. I am cool with it. I got work to do but I can’t find the motivation in order to do it. I guess I am feeling passion for other things. The game I am playing on my phone is fun. It’s a puzzle I want to solve over and over again. I may be slow, but I am happy when I get that accomplished goal.
The other day I was thinking. Thinking about my future for the first time in a long time. Due to my current change in living arrangements, I have been feeling better. I was thinking that I was wasting my time as the Social Worker in an Adult Day Care… I am underpaid, tired and don’t love the work. And I really don’t like my second job as a Behavioral Tech even though I get paid more, but have less hours. I dread that job more because I have to deal with difficult kids.
A part of me thinks that I am just not suited to take care of people. To order them around and make them do things I would hate doing if someone told me. I guess… I just want freedom in my work. Freedom of expression and being as precise as possible. One of the reasons why I couldn’t do Psych anymore was because I started to hate people more and more. I didn’t like interacting with them, I didn’t like giving them advice and I didn’t like talking them through sadness. Even the research part was almost repulsive after graduation. It was like I had to schmooze my way to the top. I hate schmoozing. I loathe the idea of being an open person all the time and being kind to people who I hate or who were full of themselves. I feel like the world is changing when it comes to that though. I hear stories of people coming together and making something amazing and who are happy doing it. I like to be a part making amazing stuff, but my kind of stuff. I would need to change how a machine operates in order for me to work with it. Sometimes you are not allowed to do that. Sometimes you just have to deal with people who don’t share your vision, your voice, your process or your fucking texting habits. (Excuse the F-bomb but I am sick of people having horrible texting vocab, mean comments or rude timing)
I don’t wish for people to be like me. I like thinking the way I think sometimes. I wish I was sharper and had a bigger vocabulary but I think I am doing fine.
Take that test. Because you knew how to take our test you are one of us. (load of bulllll)
I don’t know what being smart is. I have never known. I think that some people are smarter than others, but in certain settings. There are dense people and their are open people. I can be dense and I can be open. It’s like a valve I cannot control. It’s just a mind game that my brain likes to play with me. Past experience says you shouldn’t do this: I do it anyway. Future notice!: You should’ve read the instructions beforehand so that will never happen again!: I will not read the instructions if I don’t want to. See? My brain is “special.”
So in conclusion and going back to what I was writing in the beginning. I may start a career in Tech. No people to take care of, but management skills are something I am open to working more on. (As long as I don’t see any crazy people)
P.S. If ending with a preposition is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.