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A lot.

My mission to take 3 years worth of math in 6 months is going swimmingly. I constantly feel like a dumbass, I punish my body with weeks of no supper and little sleep. I've given my weekends to math. I've taken Thursdays and Fridays off of work, all for the hate of math.

January 19th, it will be done.

Then I shall switch to a kinder master. Chemistry.

Oh dear chemistry, I'm sure your gasseous to liquid embrace will sooth after the nale file that is math.

I am convinced that despite my best efforts, math has defeated me. It has refused to reveal it's secrets. I no longer aim to learn, but only to learn long enough to past The Test. I need 90's in my diploma exam for my biology marks to be acceptable.

I went from making $100 a day at work, 130 if it was a weekend or evening, to making $86. This is the horror that is "benifits", that pus filled boil on my paycheques. If math did not so completely rule my hatred right now, I would start a holy war against benefits.

Luckily, they shall be giving me 3 raises by April. I am not sure what my daily take home will be, for I have yet to see the benifits pus ball. It will be there, no doubt.

Work continues to amuse.

4 year old boy: "I don't know why they're opening my stomach. I just want to poop. I'm not getting surgery. They're gonna help me poop."

Children make my work life that little bit more tolerable.

We've been hosting several guests. Radio hosts, the mayor, etcetera. The boss lady tells us to organise, but not to hide.

"Make it neat, but let them see the lack of space we have to deal with every day. Let them see how difficult it makes things"

We wouldn't be able to hide this shit if we tried.

I'm becoming a senior Service Worker at an alarming rate. There are now only three who have more hours than I do. Out of our now 9 staff, that's quite the responsibility. I've become someone to ask for the impossible.

Nurse Ass-grabber: "Dr C needs six rolls of Transpore. I want you to pull it out of the air and bring it to Theatre 29."

I was able to "discover" merely 5. Legendary acts in these times of backorders.

They give us half a million dollar equipment, but only a day's supply of tape and scrubs that we have to make stretch a week. What the hell? An anethetist refused to come in because there was nothing to wear but scrubs made for the obese. I kid you not, they were labled x-x-x-x-large. Four "x"s! Sheesh.

What are we supposed to do, Wear the betadine stained, who-knows-what-that-is clothes? Disgusting.

I think the hospital is running out of money. They're tucking in and calling it "an oversight". oversight my left butt cheek. They suddenly had to pay all of their support staff 9 months worth of back pay and now we can't find water? Water?! The hospital ran out of water!

*slumps*

So I'm gettin' me some education. It's the only logical answer to the equation.

I hate math.