Back to School

So today was my first day of the Fall semester. My first semester system, my first Fall first day in over five years (without a uniform anyways). I had to work at my Copyright Permissions job first thing in the morning. I got to work, ran my errands like my supervisor asked me to on Friday, got back to the office and set about taking care of things. Supervisor finally showed up to work, gave me a couple things to do BACK over at the places I had already been to. I said fine, got up to go, and he immediately told me to wait so we could brainstorm what else I might need to do while out. I had no input, I am still new at that job (relatively). He kept asking me, "What else? What else?" I kept saying, "I don't know." He just wouldn't accept my "I don't know," and took it for insolence. He told me to get out my notepad and take notes. I grimly set about writing down the two things he told me to do, he asked me not to get "put out" over taking notes. Is he the most sensitive and ridiculous man ever? Or is it just me? By the time I returned, I knew what I had to do. He wasn't in the office and I was about to go to class, so I wrote a detailed note reviewing what I did and what I found out. I finished it with, "I am going to take work elsewhere, I will finish this work week if you need me to. Please start looking for a new assistant." DOUCHEBAG! If that had been the only time that sort of frustration occurred, I wouldn't have jumped to such drastic measures. But this has become common. I dread going to work, I loathe sharing the office with him. I talked about this with my therapist, she told me that this job is causing me some acute anxiety. She didn't tell me to quit, but I got the message. The benefits do not outweigh the pain. Other way around.

The rest of my day was great though! I had my first class of Beginning Swimming - the instructor seems great, and the class is quite diverse. I think it might actually be fun! I feel I'm at the age where I just don't care about the gym class anxieties any more. Walking around in a swimsuit, around college-aged girls just out of high school with skinny thighs and tan skin? I don't care. I'll shake my jiggly thighs, white legs, freckly bits and get a 4.0 in that class. Suck it monkeys!

My Museum Studies class should be interesting, but I think its going to be more of an independant studies situation than anything! He encourages maximum amounts of individual research towards ones own area of interest. He doesn't have a single textbook or coursepack to order, yet I bought every book he had listed on reserve in the library. I hope this goes well, because I just spent $300 on textbooks that aren't required! :)

So it goes.