Three things make a post?
Woke up to an e-mail from my prof. You know my paper I was working on last week? The one I did in three days and turned in my first draft with an hour left in the grace period? The one that was complete garbage? She wants to use it as an exemplar of the assignment for future semesters. Yeah. I can write an 8 page A paper in three days, including research. This is not a good thing for me to know.
Boss texted me at 6:35 wanting to know if I could come in at 7. It's a ~20 min drive when there's no traffic. I wasn't dressed. I hadn't eaten. I needed to pack a lunch. I was there before 7:30, fed, lunched, and groomed.
I have an interview at the Getty (fuck me that would be an awful commute) on Thursday. CSUDH said they wanted to bring me in this week, but I haven't heard from them yet. They better hurry up with the scheduling, unless they really, really want to talk to me at 4:00 Friday afternoon.
I just thought of a fourth thing: my mom is super-depressed I probably can't go to Phoenix for Thanksgiving. She thought I would be able to. I work in retail. This is not my first year in retail. I'm kind of surprised she expected anything else. Unless one of these damn libraries makes me an offer this week or I somehow manage to buy a winning Powerball ticket, it ain't happening. (I'm not entirely displeased by this. Spending the weekend in a cabin with my Tea Party aunt and uncle instead of in Phoenix proper with my friends and Granny does not appeal)
Boss texted me at 6:35 wanting to know if I could come in at 7. It's a ~20 min drive when there's no traffic. I wasn't dressed. I hadn't eaten. I needed to pack a lunch. I was there before 7:30, fed, lunched, and groomed.
I have an interview at the Getty (fuck me that would be an awful commute) on Thursday. CSUDH said they wanted to bring me in this week, but I haven't heard from them yet. They better hurry up with the scheduling, unless they really, really want to talk to me at 4:00 Friday afternoon.
I just thought of a fourth thing: my mom is super-depressed I probably can't go to Phoenix for Thanksgiving. She thought I would be able to. I work in retail. This is not my first year in retail. I'm kind of surprised she expected anything else. Unless one of these damn libraries makes me an offer this week or I somehow manage to buy a winning Powerball ticket, it ain't happening. (I'm not entirely displeased by this. Spending the weekend in a cabin with my Tea Party aunt and uncle instead of in Phoenix proper with my friends and Granny does not appeal)