School and Other Whinings
This week has been...okay. School is school. Accounting is time consuming and difficult. Marketing will probably be interesting, Production Management should be VERY interest, and Management will probably be easy. This week is the last week that I'm guaranteed to not have to work on a Saturday. Tax season officially kicks off next week and it's going to be crazy! My goal is to put together as many tax returns as I can and do the regular accounting as quickly as I can because I don't want us to fall behind like last year. Last year, me and the other girl were supposed come in four days a week which includes Fridays and Saturdays. Hopefully, I will get to switch between working fridays and saturdays. I understand that everyone else at the office has to work Monday through Saturday but when you go home you don't have to complete at least 20 hours of studying and hw!
In other news, I need a vacation. But seriously, I've been detaching myself from people this week. I don't mean to but I do. I need to study but at the same time, socializing sounds exhausting. I don't know how people do it all the time.
I feel stuck. I feel like I'm caught in a void and I can't climb out of it or sink into it. I'm going nowhere running. How is it that I can be so busy but have nothing to show for it? I thought that I would have accomplished so much more by the time I got to this point in life. I wish I knew how shitty state schools were. There's parts of it that I like but most of it I don't like. There's no community, a lot of the people are not bright (to put it lightly), and there doesn't seem to be nearly as many opportunities as other schools.
Also I have to get out of the Redondo bubble. I want out of the Long Beach bubble as well. I feel like I'm going to suffocate. I feel like I'm stuck in an hour glass. I'm trapped in the Redondo Beach half of it and then I fall through the tube, otherwise known as the 405, and into the Long Beach half of it. Time goes by and then the hour glass gets flipped again. I've always wondered, do those grains of sand ever wonder what it's like to be out of the glass chamber? I bet the sand particles dream of the wind blowing them into miraculous new sights and sounds. Until one day it sticks to other grains of sand. Years go by and the sand has hardened and grows into a hill, or maybe even a mountain. The hour glass is safe but it is repetitive and it is forever.