So I made it, somehow, through finals week. And I think I might have even done a passable job on most of them. And now.... time to breathe, right?
If only. Work is such a... I don't know, a hassle. Work really isn't that bad. The people are nice and the job isn't very complicated. But it's frustrating, now, with Nate's surgery. I have to drive myself to work, and finding a parking space isn't the easiest thing to do the week before Christmas. Why can't people be sensible and get their shopping done a little earlier? I suppose that would take all the fun out of shopping.
I'm really worried. He's going to be out for a few hours for the surgery, and there are so many things that can happen. And all this just for his acl and meniscus. I wish I could be there, but the girl who thought she might be able to take my shift never got back to me... So I'm still here, instead of with him. I'm glad I didn't have to drive all the way there, but I really wanted to be there for him after his surgery. I know he'll probably be disoriented, but I thought it might help anywho. I'm just making myself really upset and anxious, so I should get to bed... I worry too much. I hope I'm worrying too much.
