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I wasn't going to post this but it is stuck in my head.
So background: I'm talking a 17 credit course load and just started the second of my two practicums which I'm doing at the same time as my first. So 3 days a week I spend 3-6 hours a day with children ranging 3-8 years of age plus have about a 1-2 mile combined walk getting to and leaving these schools as the bus only good for getting me to the base of a hill. Practicum days I tend to have 15000 to 20000 steps on my fitbit.
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Add this the fact I volunteered to go to the state robotics championship this weekend and sprinkle my flash drive crashing on Sunday and destroying everything I had worked on for week including a 10 page paper due that night and 22 piece bibliography I just finished formatting and started annotating and my stress levels sky rocketed.
I almost had a panic attack. I almost burst into tears. I considered cutting for the first time in 11 years. The sight of a computer made me physically ill. I emailed the professor to let her know why it was late knowing she'd understand due to her own computer issues and ran off to binge eat and play board games with friends to stop the mental screaming.
Next day after 6 hours of kid time I spent 6 hours re doing my paper until my brain and eyes hurt and if I didn't stop and eat and sleep soon I'd never be awake for my practicum the next day.
Tuesday I got to kid time, hit my after noon class and have two hours between class to eat and bang out the last two sections of my paper. I really want comfort food, pho to be exact.
So I go to Asian place campus (generic as food served with a slight bias to Vietnamese) and wait in line, annoyed to see the again have screwed the pooch and are out lids. No grabbing my pho and eating it while I work, can't travel with it.
The gentleman handling the pho station just starting this semester, is elderly and is either hard of hearing or English is not his first language. After watching him make the students in front of me repeat their order 3-5 times I went up knowing I'd have to go slow with him.
So first I ask for bean sprouts with my noodles. Ok got that. Then both kinds of onion. Good to go. then I ask for bok choy. And he starts digging into the cilantro.
And here's what was said by me
'No, not cilantro bok choy. No I do not want cilantro. No stop. I didn't ask for cilantro. No. I won't eat it with cilantro. I can't eat it with cilantro. Sigh... you added cilantro let's start over please' yes it came out as a wall of words and yes I started to sound more and more annoyed and angry by the end.
He sighed dumped out the noodles and before he could start again a woman who knows me came over sent him on break and took over. I got my food and ate then ran to the computer lab and finished my paper and made it my next class.
So I know the wall words wasn't my best approach I know it can be confusing but it you where help a customer , reached for something and got hit by a wall of words full of nos and stops and getting more and more angry wouldn't you stop? The lady knew me and knew I wasn't mean usually but the person behind me and the guy who went on break gave me dirty looks.
I just wanted my vegetarian pho and to get class *sigh*
So background: I'm talking a 17 credit course load and just started the second of my two practicums which I'm doing at the same time as my first. So 3 days a week I spend 3-6 hours a day with children ranging 3-8 years of age plus have about a 1-2 mile combined walk getting to and leaving these schools as the bus only good for getting me to the base of a hill. Practicum days I tend to have 15000 to 20000 steps on my fitbit.
(Smooth transition to story)
Add this the fact I volunteered to go to the state robotics championship this weekend and sprinkle my flash drive crashing on Sunday and destroying everything I had worked on for week including a 10 page paper due that night and 22 piece bibliography I just finished formatting and started annotating and my stress levels sky rocketed.
I almost had a panic attack. I almost burst into tears. I considered cutting for the first time in 11 years. The sight of a computer made me physically ill. I emailed the professor to let her know why it was late knowing she'd understand due to her own computer issues and ran off to binge eat and play board games with friends to stop the mental screaming.
Next day after 6 hours of kid time I spent 6 hours re doing my paper until my brain and eyes hurt and if I didn't stop and eat and sleep soon I'd never be awake for my practicum the next day.
Tuesday I got to kid time, hit my after noon class and have two hours between class to eat and bang out the last two sections of my paper. I really want comfort food, pho to be exact.
So I go to Asian place campus (generic as food served with a slight bias to Vietnamese) and wait in line, annoyed to see the again have screwed the pooch and are out lids. No grabbing my pho and eating it while I work, can't travel with it.
The gentleman handling the pho station just starting this semester, is elderly and is either hard of hearing or English is not his first language. After watching him make the students in front of me repeat their order 3-5 times I went up knowing I'd have to go slow with him.
So first I ask for bean sprouts with my noodles. Ok got that. Then both kinds of onion. Good to go. then I ask for bok choy. And he starts digging into the cilantro.
And here's what was said by me
'No, not cilantro bok choy. No I do not want cilantro. No stop. I didn't ask for cilantro. No. I won't eat it with cilantro. I can't eat it with cilantro. Sigh... you added cilantro let's start over please' yes it came out as a wall of words and yes I started to sound more and more annoyed and angry by the end.
He sighed dumped out the noodles and before he could start again a woman who knows me came over sent him on break and took over. I got my food and ate then ran to the computer lab and finished my paper and made it my next class.
So I know the wall words wasn't my best approach I know it can be confusing but it you where help a customer , reached for something and got hit by a wall of words full of nos and stops and getting more and more angry wouldn't you stop? The lady knew me and knew I wasn't mean usually but the person behind me and the guy who went on break gave me dirty looks.
I just wanted my vegetarian pho and to get class *sigh*
I used to hate it, now I love it. I have no explanation for my taste, but I remember when I hated it that I could tell if even a tiny bit was used. As for your tone, eh, I don't read "bitch" in what you said, more like a buildup from calm to you're about to ruin the food!
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