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I want to get on a better sleep schedule. I don’t think it’s my insomnia; I think it’s just at one point I started getting up later b/c it was summer and, consequently, I started going to bed later. It sort of snowballed from there-later and later bedtimes leading to later and later awaking times. I may stay up tonight and use this time to do my laundry, and then use some caffeine to stay up throughout the day, then be able to go to bed at a reasonable time tonight.
Hopefully, I’ll go to DEA orientation a week from today. They were supposed to mail me a confirmation letter last week, but it never arrived. I hope that doesn’t mean I’m not on the list. I sent an email to the recruiter asking for clarification on this issue.
Hopefully, the DEA orientation will give me some clarification on whether or not I want to be a special agent. There are huge benefits working for the federal government. My friend’s father-in-law works for the state government, and after he retires he will get 90% of his salary every year for the rest of his life along with free medical benefits. I don’t know how the retirement benefits differ from working for the federal or state government, but I doubt they’d differ by much.
The negative counterpart to this benefit is that I (most likely) won’t have as much disposable income. Chances are I’d be relocated to somewhere with a higher cost of living, and the purchasing power of my salary would take a nosedive.
I’m also apprehensive about relocating, especially right now with my dad widowed. Dad doesn’t seem to care. Either that, or he hasn’t thought about how he’d feel living in this house all alone with his kids scattered about. Interestingly enough, everyone else in my family seems gung ho about this opportunity. Dad likes the idea of job security and incredible benefits. Sister fervently believes that I’ll be relocated to D.C. (where she lives) and then Dad will end up moving up there. Of course, Dad doesn’t see that happening; he has to live wherever Mom once lived-either in this house or back where they grew up. I can’t see him ever leaving this house simply because so much of her is in this house: the décor, the additions, the 26 years of memories.
I went to www.nabiscoworld.com where I was playing their 4 X 4 racing game. I found it hard to believe that I was playing that very same game 5 years ago when I began my freshman year of college in my very first dorm room. Three weeks after I moved in to my dorm, the novelty and hype of starting college had worn off. I remember sitting in the lobby with nothing to do moaning to myself, “How am I going to make it through 4 years of this.” Looking back, did time really move as slow as I thought when it was allegedly taking forever to get my degree. It’s hard to believe that my diploma is sitting in the living room as I type.
Dad picked out a spot on the living room wall where he’s going to mount it. He says my Master’s Degree can go in dining room. So much for taking my diploma back to school with me. That doesn’t bother me so much, but I did kind of want to hang up my diplomas on the wall of my new home when I struck out on my own. With everything he’s going through, it’s not worth to fight for them. Besides, he paid for them; all I did was go to class. One day, I’ll have no choice but to take them, I better not hasten that day.
Grad school is almost here. One more month. This takes me back to does time ever really move as slow as we think it does?
Hopefully, I’ll go to DEA orientation a week from today. They were supposed to mail me a confirmation letter last week, but it never arrived. I hope that doesn’t mean I’m not on the list. I sent an email to the recruiter asking for clarification on this issue.
Hopefully, the DEA orientation will give me some clarification on whether or not I want to be a special agent. There are huge benefits working for the federal government. My friend’s father-in-law works for the state government, and after he retires he will get 90% of his salary every year for the rest of his life along with free medical benefits. I don’t know how the retirement benefits differ from working for the federal or state government, but I doubt they’d differ by much.
The negative counterpart to this benefit is that I (most likely) won’t have as much disposable income. Chances are I’d be relocated to somewhere with a higher cost of living, and the purchasing power of my salary would take a nosedive.
I’m also apprehensive about relocating, especially right now with my dad widowed. Dad doesn’t seem to care. Either that, or he hasn’t thought about how he’d feel living in this house all alone with his kids scattered about. Interestingly enough, everyone else in my family seems gung ho about this opportunity. Dad likes the idea of job security and incredible benefits. Sister fervently believes that I’ll be relocated to D.C. (where she lives) and then Dad will end up moving up there. Of course, Dad doesn’t see that happening; he has to live wherever Mom once lived-either in this house or back where they grew up. I can’t see him ever leaving this house simply because so much of her is in this house: the décor, the additions, the 26 years of memories.
I went to www.nabiscoworld.com where I was playing their 4 X 4 racing game. I found it hard to believe that I was playing that very same game 5 years ago when I began my freshman year of college in my very first dorm room. Three weeks after I moved in to my dorm, the novelty and hype of starting college had worn off. I remember sitting in the lobby with nothing to do moaning to myself, “How am I going to make it through 4 years of this.” Looking back, did time really move as slow as I thought when it was allegedly taking forever to get my degree. It’s hard to believe that my diploma is sitting in the living room as I type.
Dad picked out a spot on the living room wall where he’s going to mount it. He says my Master’s Degree can go in dining room. So much for taking my diploma back to school with me. That doesn’t bother me so much, but I did kind of want to hang up my diplomas on the wall of my new home when I struck out on my own. With everything he’s going through, it’s not worth to fight for them. Besides, he paid for them; all I did was go to class. One day, I’ll have no choice but to take them, I better not hasten that day.
Grad school is almost here. One more month. This takes me back to does time ever really move as slow as we think it does?