You know you're an over-worked English major when:

So tonight was a funny experience. I worked this morning 10-2 then I went to class. H had a test tomorrow so she called out for her shift from 5-10. So being the nice, dummy I am, I said: "Oh, I'll work for her if no one else can, just call me." I thought I only had to read 200 pages (novel, so that isn't so bad. Totally do-able since I read like a speed demon). However, as I'm on my way into work I remember that I needed to do a forum post about the book. So I call up my buddy T and I'm like: "we have a forum post (250 words) tonight, right?" He says: "Yeah, it's due before 9pm."

Well crap, I'm not off until 10 and I've only read 50 pages.

So I'm totally blue because I have never just NOT done an assignment. And I was all bummed cause I couldn't get to a comp with internet and write up something and I was planning my shameful e-mail to the prof (who refuses late work) telling her that I did the assignment and turned it in late just so that I did it and how I wouldn't expect a grade for it.

I decided to hand-write the response (at work), then I called up my bestie (who is after all, the best) and I dictated the whole thing to her for her to submit for me. So I wrote the most amazing crap drawing on things from the first 50 pages. Ugh. At least it's better than not doing it.

Since I picked up an extra shift that means I'll work 32 hours this week, with classes. It also means that since Friday I've worked 25 (normally what I work in a week). Kill me. I mean...seriously...this is getting ridiculous. I'm too darn nice.

At least my next check will be boss. I hope I can walk tomorrow. That's getting harder. My back is spent. Sorry to complain, but I'm losing my sanity. It wouldn't be bad if I didn't also have to, you know, graduate.