taxing...
This morning I took all of the paper from the top shelf of my desk. That area too high to see when I'm sitting AT the desk...? Yeah, that's where I keep the "for taxes" pile. It was bothering the hell out of me, as paper clutter tends to do, so now it's all labeled, stapled, categorized, and otherwise organized in one big "2005 Taxes" envelope. Take that, paper.
Now I just need to wait for Pratt to get off their collective asses and send me my W2 form for my prior slave hours. Not this semester. THIS semester I decided grading didn't pass the time/money ratio and all free time should be dedicated to the all impending THESIS (aka: DOOM!). If all goes as planned, there won't BE a "next semester," but instead a real job with real money that comes in real time. My motivation is never dealing with the Bursar's office again.
Ever.
Now I just need to wait for Pratt to get off their collective asses and send me my W2 form for my prior slave hours. Not this semester. THIS semester I decided grading didn't pass the time/money ratio and all free time should be dedicated to the all impending THESIS (aka: DOOM!). If all goes as planned, there won't BE a "next semester," but instead a real job with real money that comes in real time. My motivation is never dealing with the Bursar's office again.
Ever.