I swear I used to be better at blogging and all that shit back in high school or college. Back when I gave a damn. I just hate bitching and complaining, but I really feel like writing about it now. So I will.

I was externing at my climbing gym for massage school and I completely spaced I had my friend's wedding reception to go to this saturday. I've been looking forward to going, but somehow the 'fun' side of my brain doesn't connect with the 'logical, let's do some work' side of my brain and somehow it got neglected in the process of arranging my externship. So, I emailed the externship supervisor today to let her know I won't be able to make it. She sends me this email that has so much attitude in it, I can almost hear the words being yelled at me. It wasn't even in caps. So I email my mentor, and he tells me that she's in the wrong and that we are allowed to be absent with 24 hour notice (the externship is on saturday... it's wednesday... how many hours notice is that?) and he forwards it to the person who takes care of externships and she confirms everything he's told me. So later, I check my email box again and guess what the externship supervisor's written to me. These were her exact words "Should I assume that you won't be doing massage here any longer?" WOW. Does she realize I am NOT getting paid to do this? I enjoy it, but money can be a serious motivator. If I was getting paid, I wouldn't be missing it, but I am not and she is starting to treat me like shit. I wish I could cuss her out, but alas, that is no longer in my nature(except when I am navigating my car in high traffic areas), so I just wrote her a nice email about how I am trying to find a replacement, but if she wants to terminate the contract, then she can. But honestly, I want to terminate the contract. I do not putting up with this kind of shit. I thought maybe she had just gotten into an argument or something and sat down to look at my email, but the second email confirms it. She is a Bitch with a capital "B".

This bitching about stuff felt really good. I'll have to do it more often. Maybe next time it'll be about how this one kid cried for 45 minutes while I was doing therapy. If it happens again, you'll probably hear about it. Toodles!