I Hate Group Work

Soooo....

I have two work days left until I am FINALLY done with the hospital. Woop woop!! Tomorrow and next wednesday will be my last days. *Sniffle*...oh you know I am just sooooooo sad!

Luckily, I have been given five 8 hour shifts at the Hampton and am also doing some awesome work for this amazing company called ValDevTec. Haven't heard of it? Go online at veldevtec.com. It's pretty cool and I work for a pretty phenomenal boss lady, too :)

The only problem with the new hours at the Hampton -- not that I am not grateful, because I am -- is that three of those shifts are night audits (11pm-7am) Friday through Sunday. This shoots down any social life I might try to have and also, Mom is not too keen on it. Rightfully so. I am taking two Maymester classes from 8am-2pm Mon-Fri so it's gonna be really hard to drag through those night shifts. PLUS, I have an internship at the High Museum of Art on Saturday afternoons, so what am I supposed to do about that?

I have this problem about doing what's best for everyone else and not myself and I don't know how much longer I can do this. My boss at the Hampton is one of my best buds, so bringing this up to him that I need to do what's better for me and not him is going to be tough. A part of me just wants to wait it out through the summer and see how I handle it all....Stress. When you get rid of one stress, another replaces it, seems like.

Speaking of stress, I hate group projects. Yeah, I'm an alpha-female and I'd rather just do everything in a group project because at least I know I get it done right.

But no, I try to play with the team like I'm supposed to in my Eastern Religions class and what happens?

I'm working with a bunch of 19-yr-old don't know or care what they wanna do with their lives, so they'll wait until a day before the project is due to start working on it. I'm sorry, I work 60 hours a week and try to manage this school thing -- I can't afford to procrastinate.

Here was the initial plan -- There are 5 of us. We have to research a religion, write a paper on it, and present some kind of visual to the class. Not a big deal, easy to get done, right?

Oh of course not. I'm Tabitha Freeman. God has a sense of humor.

So my part is to research the biggest part of the project -- the history and dogmas of this religion. Cool. The others do the same and one guy volunteers to compile all of our research stuff together into the paper. I keep my mouth shut, even though in the back of my mind, I hear a voice screaming, "NO TABITHA! YOU DO THIS! IT WON'T GET DONE RIGHT IF YOU DON'T!!!!"

Over a week before the project is due, I send this guy oodles of info. Two days before the project is due, he emails me back and tells me I need to put all this info in a paragraph. Apparently, he is getting everyone to write a paragraph and he's just gonna stick it together for the paper.

UH, HELLO?!! Is this going to flow right, sound right, look right? No. Is he a lazy hash smoker that doesn't feel like writing anything? Yes.

So I fire back at him in an email. I am too old for this crap and pay too much money for this class to make anything less than an A on this project.

I point out to him the cons of doing things this way and offer to just write the whole paper myself. Also, I let him know he's a freakin goober for waiting over a week to ask me to do this and he shouldn't have volunteered to compile stuff in the first place if he wasn't going to do it right. Freakin A.

So he emails me back, says he's doing what he's supposed to do and he will make everything flow right. But if it's too much to ask, he can just write my part for me. Okay, sir, that was your job in the first place, but I am COMPLETELY COMPETENT of writing my own damn stuff! So I send him my stuff. Oh God, he freaks because it is longer than one paragraph. HELLO!!!! It's over the history and doctrines of an ancient religion!!! Did he think that was just gonna be five sentences? Is he retarded? No, really. Retarded?

So he sends us the final copy THIS MORNING when the project is due in TWO HOURS. It sucks and he took out half of what I wrote, so nothing makes sense. If we make less than an A on this, he is going down in a ball of flames.

Did I mention this is the last guy I went on a date with that had mommy issues and likes to talk about the one time he crapped himself?

Should I insert "story of my life" phrase here, or is it just assumed at this point?

The guy that did the powerpoint for this was supposed to send me that. Did he? No. Do I even know if it's done? No.

So, in two hours I have a project to present and I guess we're all just gonna "wing it".

I hate group projects.

On a better note, they keep asking me to pick up all these shifts at the hospital between now and my last day because they don't have enough qualified people to cover. Oh darn. I can't. I'm busy picking my freaking nose. Good luck.

Ah, that does feel good I gotta say.

Dunzo

I quit the hospital.
Well, no point in beating around the bush. I put in my two weeks notice yesterday. In a nutshell, I stood up for what I believed in, what was right, and was reprimanded for doing so in front of my other co-workers.
I am so relieved. I feel like it was the right thing to do and I've never been more excited for the next two weeks to FLY by. I could've burned bridges. I probably should have. But I chose not to, which I also feel was the right decision.
My boss at the hotel is super excited to give me more hours....I am hoping I can pick up five 8 hour shifts. I know it's full time, but when you're used to working 12-14 hr shifts, 8 hours is a blessing. Plus, it's an environment where I can do my homework, so it won't interfere with school too much.
Plus, it will be nice not to have to get up at 4:30 a.m. anymore. :)
Wow, I can't even put into words how incredibly liberated I feel.

Let's Venture Into LOW CALORIE Hell Now.

So...
After five days in low carb hell, I decided maybe it wasn't the best idea. Sure, after 3 days, I'd lost 5 pounds (of water weight), however I was completely depleted of energy, couldn't go to the bathroom because I wasn't getting any fiber either, and basically the big deal breaker was the mac and cheese and chocolate cake mom made last night.
So now, 5 pounds down, I'll just be sticking to low-carb. Mom and I are going to the gym, which makes me feel better that in 30 or so days, I might just be slammin in a bikini for panama city....let's hope.
Oh sure, right now after doing some weight training excercises at the gym, I can't feel my entire upper half, but I'm sure that will pass....let's hope. I had to pop a pain pill just so my muscles would quit sobbing from pain.

Also, I can't make myself like water. I just can't do it. I thought I could if I drank enough....and I've been drinking PLENTY. But I can't. It just sucks. It's tasteless and boring and just yuck.

But I'll suck it up.

Yellow bikini, yellow bikini, yellow bikini.......

Down 5 pounds, 15 to go.

(I thought I'd give myself a few extra pounds to lose just so when I start eating again, it gives me a little weight gaining room, yeah?)

Low Carb Hell

So, I would like to invite you all on my journey through starvation.
A.K.A. Low Carb Dieting.

This is my second day on this diet, and though for the first couple weeks of doing this, you're allowed around 30 carbs, I'm trying to be extreme and completely go cold turkey.
To say the least, it's hard. You know why you lose so much weight on these low carb diets?
You have like 5 choices of things to eat. No, I'm not being dramatic. EVERYTHING has carbs in it.
Now, I totally plan on incorporating good carbs into my diet again in a couple weeks, once I've dropped some pounds and gotten used to this whole cleansing my body of bad stuff....however, it's only the second day, and I feel like an Ethiopian kid.

What can you eat on this diet? Well, breakfast is easy, eggs and some kind of meat. But let's talk about the rest of the day. Steak? Ham? Turkey, maybe? Some roast beef? A salad?

Oh sure, you can go through the McDonald's drive thru looking like an idiot by ordering a Double cheeseburger without the bun. No thanks. I've always made fun of ppl like this, and I WILL not do it.

Pretty much, it's impossible to take in ZERO carbs in a 24-hour period. It just can't be done and a person actually be able to eat. You can't even eat a friggin banana because it's got like 27 carbs!

Breathe. This is my second day. I'm drinking just coffee and water.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I won't cut beer or liquor out of the equation. Just ain't happenin'.

I am going to have to break down and have a diet coke today. A BIG one. It's just one....Ha, that's like a crack addict saying, "just one line! Just ONE!"

I got to lose 15 pounds. That's what this health website is telling me is healthy for my height. Plus, I got a bathing suit picked out for the summer for the KEYS (yeah, that's right. I'm going to the KEYS! I love you, mama!) and I have a wedding to attend in May, in which my friend getting married said, "Tab, I want you to still be single. My fiance has a ton of single guy friends who want to meet you."

And I really just want my ass to stop trying to eat all my pants.

Stay tuned. I'm weighing tomorrow, we'll see how much water I flushed out with this starvation, ahem, I mean "low carb health diet".

Keep my thyroid in your prayers.

Just a post.

So, it’s been a little while since I’ve blogged. There’s been some rough changes going on amongst my household, so I haven’t really been in the state of mind to write. But here’s some funnies that have been going on. . .
I got in trouble at work yesterday…you’re gonna love this. I have this really amazing picture of the Rock on the background of my computer. It’s amazing, he’s not wearing a shirt, but he’s got pants on.
Apparently, this is inappropriate for the work environment, even though at the hospital, we see about 50 naked people that DO NOT look like the Rock daily.
So, one of the nurses complains, flips out, says that she’s gonna email a major complaint to all my bosses, yada, yada, yada. It hasn’t happened yet, but stay tuned….I might get written up for having good taste.
No awkward dates lately…I know, I know, you’re falling over in your seat, can’t believe it, right? Even the decent guy I mentioned in my previous blog hasn’t really been in my focus. It’s just not a good time.
I went to the High Museum of Art in Atlanta this past weekend for my orientation for my internship/volunteer gig. I’m so excited. I absolutely fell in love with the environment. I will be an exhibition assistant, working one to two times a month. I’m also really proud of myself because I never saw myself driving in Atlanta, and let me tell you, I cruised Peachtree street like I lived there! I love it down there, too. Such a nice area…probably why there were signs everywhere advertising condos and apartments starting at….get ready for it…4.5 million. OMG! So basically, it’s a dream to live in Peachtree.
Also, I got a random phone call last week from some Indian guy that told me I was being sued and had a court date in California the next morning. He was expecting me to be scared and stupid, I think (it was a scam phone call, obviously), but I was a total smartass. I told him I couldn’t make it to California for that court date in the morning, since I’m, I don’t know, across the country. I also told him he could email me all these avadavat papers if he wanted to so I could look over them for this “lawsuit”. He eventually became uncomfortable and had to get off the phone. Really? Why is it me that gets the psychos?
Anyways, that’s it for the moment. I’m boring, I know. Hopefully some entertaining things will pick up soon. Or, maybe they won’t. I need a break from drama.