Busy Bee

I've been so busy lately that I feel like I haven't really had time to catch my breath. As most know by now, I'm in school full-time. Additionally, I'm working at the Italian restaurant where I've worked on-and-off since I was 16. Here's the tricky part: I am paying for the time intensive school, but in order to pay for this silly school, I need to work lots of hours at this restaurant. Most of my days consist of school in the morning with work most evenings and almost all weekend. Lucky for me, I have been able to balance my studies, so my school work isn't suffering. Unfortunately, it's my body and social life that have been unhappy with me.

School is exhausting. Anyone who says differently didn't work hard enough. It's mentally exhausting which can be as bad as being physically exhausted, which I am, because I work until late at night and by the time I get home, decompress, and take a shower, it is way past when I should have gotten to bed. Oh and if I have a test the next day, forget it, I'll be up even later hurriedly finishing review sheets and cramming information about the human body into my already tired brain.

In the next 48 hours, I'm going to be at work for 20 of them. I guess the frustrating thing is it's not like I'm working hard to go on some excellent vacation or buy some awesome clothes or pamper myself at the spa. I'm working my ass off to pay for the privilege to work my ass off somewhere else. I understand this isn't a permanent situation, and this school is the fastest ticket to getting me to the job I really want that will pay what I really deserve, but right now I can complain a little bit, right?

Anyway, I just finished my second "mod" at school. You see, I have 13 mods throughout the 15 month course. Yes 2 out of 13 isn't much, but it's a start. And after this next one, I'll begin clinicals at actual hospitals, which will be completely awesome, even if I'll just start out changing bed pans.

Another bright side, I complain about how much I have to work, but I conveniently left out that I absolutely adore my job. I get paid a fairly hefty amount to look nice and greet customers while socializing with my friends and eating Italian food. It sometimes just sucks to be on my feet and walking around for several hours a day, which doesn't even come close to burning the amount of calories that I consume in pasta, fried zucchini, calimari, and tiramisu, but I'm too tired and ache-y to convince myself to go on a run most of the time.

Other news: It looks like John and I have finally started narrowing down potential apartments for us to live in. Of course, in my poor state, I won't be moving out of my parents' house until after school, but it's cool to be looking at apartments that he'll be living in for a year before I come in and take up all of his closet space.