let's hear it for telecommuting!!
I get to work from home for the next week while AANP moves to a new building and my office is assembled. I'm so excited...the new building has an exercise room and showers and free drinks all day long from the cafeteria and all sorts of goodies!! And, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to move into one of the departments that interest me at some point soon, so it looks like I'm doing pretty well on the job front. School's not looking quite so positive, but despite the ridiculous cost of international tuition and our absolute refusal to get any student loans, Yousif and I should both be able to take at least a few classes next semester. Hopefully, I'll still be able to get my associate's degree by the end of the year, which will give me more than a vague attempt at a balanced class load to approach St Ed's and Trinity with. Cross your fingers for me.
All in all, I'm doing a lot better than I was six months ago. Finally getting ahead where money is concerned, have a good, stable job that shouldn't blow up in my face somehow, still a bit on the reclusive side, but I'm starting to go out and see people again. Even proactively got in touch with a couple of people from high school that didn't turn out to be total wastes of time (Reesa, you don't count, we were already in touch and you're the one person from high school that I've never had any issues with :P)
It kinda hit me at work the other day when some co-workers invited me to happy hour--I'm 21 now. I really have to say, this is not at all where I thought I'd be at this age: I don't smoke, don't drink, I'm practically married already, have a tattoo, and still live within an hour's drive of my mother. What the hell?? I'm supposed to be touring Europe, having tawdry affairs with men whose names I don't know, doing body shots in bars with loud repetitive music playing...I think I'm even more boring than my mother (well, except for the tattoo I guess--she doesn't have any major body modifications I know about). At least she goes out and stuff. Ah, well...I must say, I like things like they are. Yousif and I are happy, and getting the time alone together that I know a lot of couples our age don't get. I pointed out the other day that our party days were over before they really even began, and he just shrugged and said 'I hadn't noticed'...I think that pretty well sums it up.
Oh, and yay for Edward Gorey!!
You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to
die, but you won't remember too much of your
life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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All in all, I'm doing a lot better than I was six months ago. Finally getting ahead where money is concerned, have a good, stable job that shouldn't blow up in my face somehow, still a bit on the reclusive side, but I'm starting to go out and see people again. Even proactively got in touch with a couple of people from high school that didn't turn out to be total wastes of time (Reesa, you don't count, we were already in touch and you're the one person from high school that I've never had any issues with :P)
It kinda hit me at work the other day when some co-workers invited me to happy hour--I'm 21 now. I really have to say, this is not at all where I thought I'd be at this age: I don't smoke, don't drink, I'm practically married already, have a tattoo, and still live within an hour's drive of my mother. What the hell?? I'm supposed to be touring Europe, having tawdry affairs with men whose names I don't know, doing body shots in bars with loud repetitive music playing...I think I'm even more boring than my mother (well, except for the tattoo I guess--she doesn't have any major body modifications I know about). At least she goes out and stuff. Ah, well...I must say, I like things like they are. Yousif and I are happy, and getting the time alone together that I know a lot of couples our age don't get. I pointed out the other day that our party days were over before they really even began, and he just shrugged and said 'I hadn't noticed'...I think that pretty well sums it up.
Oh, and yay for Edward Gorey!!
You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to
die, but you won't remember too much of your
life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
brought to you by Quizilla