Orientation is finally over. Normal classes start tomorrow. And I DON’T KNOW MY SCHEDULE. Kelly had a very important bridge game to go to and neglected to tell me what I would be doing this quarter.
Fortunately for me, Rachael knows everything and was able to inform me that Kelly gave me a training class at six at night. When no other classes are going on. Because classes aren’t supposed to be scheduled after five. The best part? There are plenty of open arenas at earlier times that I could be using. I don’t want to teach when everyone else gets to go home. I also don’t want to have to go to the gym alone. Yeah, yeah, I’m a baby. I’ll admit it. I’d much rather go with Sam and follow her around. I don’t really know what I’m doing there anyway.
I also might be helping John in the farrier shop, and might be helping Nancy with something at ten. These were vague things thrown my way by random people.
I HATE not having a schedule. HATE HATE HATE. It makes me incredibly nervous to have to guess what I’m supposed to be doing. I can’t stand the idea that I might miss something important because Kelly had to play bridge. I waited in the office all day in the hopes that someone would tell me my schedule. All I got for my effort were vague suggestions, either to find Kelly or to look at the master schedule. Which wasn’t finished.
I left without a schedule. I’ll just plan to show up when the office opens and hope to catch Kelly there. Or see if Rachael has any new information for me.
This shit is way too stressful. Just give me a schedule and I will follow it. I HATE PEOPLE SO MUCH.