Jun 03, 2009 17:05
"Follow up."
Sounds a lot like "follow through," words which will frustrate me until I am no longer young (due entirely to Dad's undeterred backseat bowling). But this one's more useful, trust me.
In other words, I papered the skies with internship applications a week or two or three ago. Today, I finally got up the nerve to follow up. My parents are made for each other: Dad's mantra is "follow through," and Mom's is "follow up." Our recent phone conversations have all followed this exchange, plus or minus a few pleasantries:
M: Gale! How are you?
G: Good, just animating. How about you?
M: I'd be better if you'd FOLLOW UP.
Anyway, I looked up numbers and spoke to people. (Horrors!) I am optimistic, but saddened by the prospect of not being at my cushy job as often. It is nice to have spare money to throw at the apartment!
Also, I am turning twenty-one in sixteen days. Can't say I expected to be here ten years ago!
life