Redirection is my middle name.

I am beyond stressed. I have a million bazillion things to do and I can't seem to get a single one of them done because I'm too busy focusing on how stressed out I am. I need to make a list. Organization is not my strong suit however. And its not helping that the annoying brats at work are making me want to pull my hair out (clients & staff). I could write an incident report in my sleep. I practically do already. Today, I read the Wikipedia article for "going postal" (yes, wiki is the bomb diggity). I hope I never go postal. I really, really hope.

So work is really stressful right now obviously. I'm really beginning to hate the sound of my own name. I don't know who in their right mind promotes a 22 year old to supervisor of a building of 13 oppositional defiant, bipolar, slutty, nasty, bitchy, catty, mean, violent, crazy, teenage girls. Hell, I was said teen merely 5 years ago. But that's all I have to say about work for now.

On top of this new promotion, I'm attempting to get things in order for my transition into grad school and my move from Jersey (my home for all 22 years) to Miami (where I know exactly zero people). In addition to logistics (place to live, job, money, hurricanes, friends, how I'll watch Mets games, auto train, etc.) I'm having major separation anxiety. I'm so hot and cold with my poor mom because I'm going to miss her like the desert misses rain. All of this and its still 3 1/2 months before the big move.

In conclusion, I need to make a list. Organization is not my strong suit. Nor is cooking.