I had a splitting headache that's lasted a couple of weeks. Also:

I volunteered to work an event at my college today. My job was to take people from the waiting space to their audition. There was one clipboard for my section and my partner not only always had it but refused to communicate with me. I spent the whole event (except the hour of bliss I had without her) running around trying to find her and see who was up and who needed to go next, walkie-ing to see if I could bring in another group, and overall looking like a fucking fool. My image was ruined for many of my peers because I looked like a stressed out, frantic moron taking it all way too seriously...all because she didn't want to communicate with me and I had to work overtime to make up for it. I was sweating in one of my best dresses all day because I had to run up stairs so much more often than my peers looking for my partner.

Then on the way home I called my boss 17 hours in advance of my first shift and 41 hours in advance of the second to call out of work this weekend. I don't do anything important at work, I answer a phone that has never rung more than 10 times a shift during my shifts. After being there 2 years, I have asked off or called out a total of less than 15 times, including the days I just asked to leave an hour or two early. I also work EVERY weekend, no matter the holiday. (So less than 15 times for more than 200 days of work). I told my boss that I was failing 4 out of my 7 classes ( but it's really more like 6 of 8, I think, and one of those I just have to show up for a 100 in the course), and that I needed the weekend to catch up and get ahead on my school work and collect myself. She had to ask the director and he said no and I had to speak with him. He's new, so I don't think he understands that when I ask to not be there, I'm letting you know I won't be there. I need the money, I don't skip work because I don't feel like going in that day. Anyway, he went on a tirade about how other people at work go to school and somehow they don't fail, and I have 5 other days of the week for school work and I'm only at work for 8 hours a day so how do I not have enough time? I handled it as politely as I could, reminding him that I commute an hour 1 way to both work and school and that I'm not in the same major as anyone else at my work so I couldn't tell you what their course load is like compared to mine. I got the weekend off, but I was mad. They've tried to cut my job before, but they NEED me at my i-need-gas-money-while-in-school weekend job? So much so that he is telling me I need to continue failing my courses to prioritize my college weekend job? I was steaming, I almost told him I wouldn't be in because I quit, but I've been there so long that I can't not put the job on a resume.

Then I came home and was upset by the whole day and was trying to talk to my fiance about it only to have him blow me off so he could go smoke weed with his brother, audible "I don't want to be here" groans et al. I went to the back of the house, "my" room that no one really uses, to start on homework and just ended up crying myself to sleep at 5ish pm.