just another manic

I'm losing steam.

I hate my job. I hate my students. I hate everything.

Ok, maybe a little too much.

I might actually hate my job. Or at least my workplace. It gives me so much anxiety and negative energy that I can hardly stand it.  The days that I spend away from it are overwhelmingly calm and incredible.  The reason I say might is that there is like one day per week that I think it might be different.  And then I get shat upon again and we're back to square one.

I don't hate my students.  I hate their situation and I hate that they feel like they have to act a certain way to be accepted.  I hate pencil thieves, hot tempers, foul language, never studying, entitlement, and broken copiers.  I probably hate broken copiers most of all.

I don't hate everything.  Things I don't hate:

Einstein bros coffee.
My room.
The prospect of going to grad school.
The thought of weekends to come.
Wine/beer.
Thai-fried rice with chicken, no onions.
Chocolate chip bagels with honey almond.
Dogs.
Kentucky (in all senses of the word)
Architecture.
My family.

I think I might be onto something with this new career thing.

some days are better than other days, but these days, life is better with you.