Sometimes I try too hard, and it's stressful.
I think it's pretty normal for my generation to feel like they need to grow up as soon as they leave highschool. This is especially true for me, because I feel like I've been trying to grow up too fast my entire life. And seeing as I have pretty high ambitions, it's hard to not get stressed when you don't make a lot of progress for a prolonged amount of time.
When my life is at a standstill, I get pretty depressed. It's sad, but true.
I try to tell myself it's okay. I'm only 19, so I have plenty of time. But what if I don't? What if it ends up taking me 30 years to get to where I'm going? I want to reach my goals and actually have time to enjoy them. Does that make me crazy?
Friday, September 16, 2016
Sometimes I try too hard, and it's stressful.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Alrighty, I didn't wait as long this time. Progress.
I'm going to start numbering my posts so I can keep track. This is post # 3.
I took my first test of the semester today. It was for ASL (American Sign Language), and I'd say it went pretty well. It seemed like I knew everything, so that's good. But it's best to not be too optimistic.
So today I want to talk about this guy, I won't mention his name, so let's just call him Johnny. Johnny had access to my number because he was the one who leased my boyfriend and I our apartment. Well one day, Johnny decided to take my number from the files and text me. I wasn't mad about it really..I mean it was kind of weird, but he's a nice guy, so whatever.
I'm not really a fan of ignoring people, especially if I know they're genuinely nice. So I texted him back. Well apparently that's easy to mistake for flirting because now Johnny likes to tell me how cute I am and what not. I'm not gonna lie, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable...I mean he knows I have a boyfriend so it's just like.. wtf.
He always asks me to pop in to the leasing office just to say hi, so I was like okay fine. I did it for the first time today, and he immediately texted me afterwards to tell me I look lovely and that I'm gorgeous. Ugggghhhhhh
He makes it hard to be his friend.
I feel like this sounds too similar to highschool drama and it's kind of making my stomach hurt..
On a more cheerful note, I read Oedipus the King for my world lit class. What a lovely play. If you're looking for a good laugh, I highly recommend it. It's not at all intense or gruesome. Makes a good bedtime story too if your kid likes that sort of thing.
Anyway, I guess I should talk about the things that have happened recently. First off, I hate my job. I hate it so much. I work as a footwear salesman at Payless Shoesource, and I'm telling you, if you ever have the option, stay away from working at that place. Let me give it a brief description: you have to take part in conference calls at least one hundred times a week. What do we discuss on these conference calls? Well your UPT's, conversions, and special orders of course! UPT is "units per transaction". Obviously we want our customers to buy at least two items every time they come in, because God forbid our UPT's fall below a 2.0. Next is conversions, conversions just means how many visitors to the store actually end up buying something (not to be confused with a religious conversion, which would more than likely be frowned upon in this day and age). The goal varies per store, and at my store you typically want about 35% of visitors to buy something. Next up is special orders. Don't ask me why, but apparently it is of utter importance that every store have at least five people order something online from our store.
Now, if we don't meet our goals, then all we really get is a slap on the wrist, but it's still really annoying for a college student just trying to earn her wages.
I'm not sure how enticing that was to learn about the average life of a Payless employee. And I'm actually not sure if there are any other retail places that have to do the same thing. Either way, it sucks. But it could always suck more.
So now, I'm going to talk about the other half of my life, school. The semester isn't terrible so far. All my professors are nice enough, and the assignments don't seem too difficult. I'm especially fond of my English classes (British Literature, and World Literature). That makes sense though, because I'm an English major. The other day I learned that epilepsy used to be referred to as the "sacred disease" because it looks a great deal like possession. I have epilepsy, so I thought it was particularly amusing. I wonder if my professor thought about if there happened to be any sacred disease victims in the room. Anyhow, I thought it was interesting. I told my mom about it, and it confirmed her suspicions of me being a witch.
I'm trying to come up with a way to transition the post into its conclusion. You'd think it would be easier for an English major, well let me put your stereotypical opinions to rest.
Update: My assistant manager just texted me and told me that I'm in the top 20 out of all the associates in our district. The irony.
Saturday, September 3, 2016
But I'm pulling myself up by the bootstraps, and I am writing my first post. Feels pretty good actually. Have I hooked you in to my blog yet? I thought so.
The fact that I haven't posted anything might also have to do with the fact that I started school this past week. I have just started my sophomore year of college and it's pretty nerve wracking. Since starting school I haven't had a break whatsoever. I go to school, I have thirty minutes to eat and get dressed for work, and then I have to go to work. So far that's been my life. And that's probably how it's going to be for awhile.
I'll be sure to blog more though.