I don't know exactly how much i like my job.

Well, i know exactly how much i like working at the deli. Not at all. It's boring, it isn't stimulating, my boss is a cow and i hate it. I was not built to do a stupid job like this. I'm achieving nothing. I don't have regular shifts and i'm constantly getting called about shift changes or people who need their shifts covered. I had a 4-8pm shift tonight. My boss asked if i could come in at 3.40. I said fine, but she then texted back and asked if i could come at 3.30pm. How stupid! I am already dreading it. I have one hour and forty-five minutes until i have to endure the torture.

As for my other job, at the moment is seems to be causing me far more stress than pleasure. It's a constant struggle to keep everyone happy. I'm not making any progress and feel like i'm running fast but only standing still. The people i work with are nice people, but working with them is becoming so difficult that i can't stand it. The thought of going into work tomorrow is depressing me. I have so much to do, but the very idea just makes me shut down.

I have piles of study to do already, and a missed class to catch up on. And my room is a literal garbage pit at the moment, because i have so much that i need to do in there. I hate it. But i have hardly had a moment to myself in the last week, and when i do, cleaning isn't my number one priority. Now i'm working tonight, tomorrow, saturday and monday. Sunday i have to go to a 21st that i don't want to go to. My 5-day weekend is a total write off.